THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗡

"That feeling when... you don't even know what the fuck you're feeling."
—
Alexa Sinclair

I'm so dead.

"How's the hangover Sinclair?" Tom caught up with me in the hallway.

"Fuck off." I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling like a dead man walking.

"That's a first, no more nice girl?" He berated, tickling my elbow.

"Tom, i'll punch you in the face if you don't shut the fuck up." I peered up at him, with serious expression on my face.

"You were about to kiss this face, don't hate me because you ain't me." He spun his finger in a circle, pointing to himself.

"I remember almost every weird thing I said, trust me kissing you would have been the most sane thing i'd done last night." I slid down the wall of lockers, placing my head in my hands.

"You won't give me weed, the aftermath of drinking sucks, and i'm so stressed." I threw my head back, wanting to cry but having no tears left. I'd already done all of that this morning.

"I'm so lost Tom." I admitted, rubbing at my temples. He swung an arm around me.

"Shawty, all i'm sayin' is I don't want you getting mixed up in my shit. What's bothering you?"

I exhaled a ragged breath, still feeling my head pounding. "I miss my mom." I answered, truthfully. He sighed. "Ight, come here, it's okay." Tom wrapped his arms around me fully.

I held onto him, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. "You wanna make the pain go away, I get it." He raked his fingers through my hair. I stayed in the same spot, without saying a single word, as he tried to make it better.

It's not going to get better.

I let go of him, banging my head against my kneecaps. "You wanna go home?"

I got up, taking his hand into mine. It felt selfish of me to want him to come with, especially when I knew he was struggling with his grades.

I hope he'll understand.

—

"Shit, what you like? Uh? Tea?" He crouched in front of my bed, helping me get in it.

"I don't need anything, I already took Tylenol this morning." I hid underneath my covers, away from the big light.

He noticed, going to turn it off.

"Alright... I should get back—"

"Stay with me?" I peeked my head out.

"You want me to?"

Always.

"Yeah."

He took his shoes off, stepping on the edge of the mattress. I swear, I thought he was going to fall but he didn't, moving to lay beside me.

He was ontop of the blankets.

I didn't ask for permission, making him get under the covers. He was wearing his basketball shorts, so I think he's comfy.