ミ★] 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 - 𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

014. Back Home

"I swear I'm feeling fine, Bells." I huff as Bella kept lifting my shirt to check for any injuries.

"You're not fine! How's anything fine when you basically got kidnapped by an unknown gang?" She exclaims clearly irritated at me.

"I got. You saved me." I smile sarcastically as I walked to the large front door of Kaulitz's house. Bella just gives me a deadass look before opening her mouth again. "When are you coming back home? I miss you. We miss you." Bella says giving me a pout. "Trust me, i'll be back sooner than you think." I mumble trying to reassure her before a low voice interrupts our moment. "No she's not." Tom replies emotionless as he opens the front door and walks in, walking up the stairs to his room without saying anything else.

"Tch, what a jerk." Bella mumbles rolling her eyes. I let out a soft sigh.

"Are you coming to the underground race tomorrow?" Bella asks excitedly. I give her a small smile and nod. "Sure why not, i'll convince Tom somehow." Bella returns my smile and hugs me tightly, wrapping her arms around my neck. Which to I in return wrap my arms around her waist. "Thank you for coming to save me." I whisper. "My pleasure."

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I toss around in bed, not being able to sleep at all. My mind racing with memories of what had happened today. I wasn't scared, I was more confused.

I decide to get out of bed and go downstairs to grab a glass of water and clear my mind. As I go downstairs I notice Tom, his back turned to me, standing in front of a counter drinking water. I slowly walk into the kitchen and open the cupboards trying to find the glasses.

"Why're you up this late?" Tom asks turning his gaze towards me. "I could ask you the same thing." I reply, receiving a scoff from Tom. I open another cupboard but can't find the glasses. Where the fuck can people possibly keep glasses? I could hear tom sigh and open the cupboard above his head, grabbing a glass and handing it to me while not looking at me.

"Thanks." I mutter as I grab the glass and fill it with water from a nearby water bottle that was there. I lean against a cornered counter.

The silence between Tom and me was loud, and awkward to say the least.

"Are you still planning on escaping." Tom asks returning his gaze to me. "Are you guys still planning on keeping me against my will here?" I ask tilting my head to the side and raising my brow. A smirk creeps up on Tom's face and he shakes his head softly. "You know, i've noticed you always put up this rough cold front but in all reality you're soft." Tom says practically reading me, which surprised me to say the least.

I stay silent and keep a small frown on my face.

"I could say the same about you." I pause. "You just don't show your soft side as easily as me." I say, continuing.  Before looking around and checking for something.

"Looking for something?"

He walks closer to me, putting his glass of water down.

"D'you guys have a first aid kit by any chance?" I ask softly in to which he rose a brow before walking out of the kitchen and dissapearing.

A few seconds later he returns with the kit in his hand. I put my glass of water down and try and reach for it but he moves it out of the way. "What do you need it for?" He raised a brow. I roll my eyes  "I just have a small cut on my stomach, nothing too deep. I just wanted to disinfect it." I reply.

Tom puts the first aid kit down beside me before wrapping his arms around my thighs and sitting me on the counter.

"What're you doing?" I frown confused in to which he gives me a smirk as a response.

Tom grabs a little cotton bud, opening the kit and grabbing the small bottle of disinfectant out of it, he pumps a little bit of it onto the bud and lifts my shirt slightly.

"Sit up straight." He mutters. "I can do this myself." He looks up at me and raises a brow. "Do you want us to start trusting each other? Or not." "I'd rather not." I reply quite immediately. He scoffs and leans down to my stomach a bit, dapping the bud onto the cut into which i whince in response. "Not deep, huh?" He says looking up at me. "Shut up." I mumble looking down at his face. He lets out a soft chuckle and finishes, I try getting off the counter but he holds me in place by snaking his arm up around my waist.

"Where are you hurrying to?" He jokes as he grabs a plaster. "I thought u were done." I say pushing his arm away.

He lets go off my waist and lifts my shirt up higher so he could put the plaster on the cut. "Is this alright?" He asks looking up at me again. I just nod quietly in response. He smirks and looks down to my stomach again, placing the plaster and covering my cut up before sighing and finishing up.

"Can i go now?" I ask yawning. "Are you not forgetting something?" He replies looking at the kit, putting all the stuff back into it. I get off the counter and frown confused.

Tom looks at me again, his gaze then lowering to my stomach, or my body I don't really know. He looks back up at my face for around a minute before returning his gaze to the kit. "Goodnight Astra." He says before grabbing the kit in his hand again and walking out of the kitchen.

I stand there with a puzzled look on my face, but shake it off as I walk upstairs to my room again. I open my door and close it behind me, plopping down on my bed.

What was that all about?

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This chapter is boring as fuck I know, it was low-key just a filler and some more improvement on Astra and Tom's relationship 'friendship' wise.