Different worlds|| Tom Kaulitz

Chapter 19

Y/n's POV

A couple of days went by and I started to get better until I finally got back with my old self, I had taken a nap when someone slammed a door shut I had awoken by an Angry Tom he looks like his gonna blow any moment although I don't know what he is so angry about.

"Tom, what is it?" I approach him.

He leaned against the kitchen table, his arms spread across it to support his weight.

"Tom, what's wrong?" I gently stroke his shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" He shove me away before walking past me.

What the fuck is his problem now?

"Can you tell me what is going on?" I chase after him.

"Tom! Hey! Face me you heartless coward!" I yelled at him, and then he stopped walking.

Slowly he turn to me his face literally saying danger his eyes swallowed by anger, I could feel the tension build up between us as I stood Infront of him like a scared cat.

"Tell me what's wrong." I stutter.

"You really don't know when to shut up, do ya'?" He slowly walk towards me grabbing something from his back.

My eyes widened in fear as a shiny object shines infront of me I felt a sharp gasp coming out of my mouth.

A knife.

I slowly backed away while he came closer to me, what the fuck am I going to do? He clenched his cheeks while looking right into my soul.

"Tell me Y/n," He puts the knife Infront of us. "How many stabs do you think a killer would stab to kill it's victim?" He asked toying with his knife, I could also smell alcohol he must be drunk.

"You wouldn't hurt me." My voice trembles.

Thump, my back hurts the cold hard wall as he come closer to me I turn my head to the side as I held my breathe and close my eyes as I felt the sharp pointy blade he had aim at my waist, he grabbed them firmly massaging them as I felt his hot breath on me.

"Such a beautiful girl." He whisper to me.

"Please don't hurt me Tom." I managed to say without trembling.

"Hurt you, no baby I won't hurt you I would never hurt you." His voice darkened.

I slowly looked up at him my eyes were watering already he then gently cupped my face while staring at me.

"I will never let anyone hurt you, because Y/n...I love you." He lets go of me and takes a few steps back placing the knife down on the kitchen table.

"I love you so much you make me go insane." He laughs.

"I have loved you through out those years when you weren't there for me." He pointed at himself.

"I loved you even at times where I needed you the most and you weren't there." His voice cracked.

"I loved you even when you left me." He fell into his knees sobbing.

"I wanted to unlove you, to forget about you but I can't."

I immediately kneeled down next to him as I pull him into my arms as tears finally left my eyes.

"Why, why did you leave me?" His voice cracked once more.

"Tom, your drunk let's get you to bed." I said trying to push back all the tears.

"No, I want to know now!" He drunkly said.

"When your sober we will." I help him get up and we head into his room.

I've never been into his room before and now It's my first time going in, I opened the door and I placed him gently on his bed, I removed his black leather jacket and his bandana tucking him in bed.

I watch as he sleeps peacefully, I like him more when his like this it's like before, then I took my time to look around the room to be honest it was all guitars and cap and his gaming set then I saw a picture frame...of us.

I slowly stood up and walked over to it and confirmed that it is us when we were young when I attended his concert back when I was a little girl.

I smiled softly remembering the day the fursy time we met it was so funny and amazing, I slowly put the frame where I got it and continue to look around I found more photos of us in a binder each with quotes that he wrote.

If God permits, I will see you again.

Another one is...

How could I ever love someone else when every night I dreamed of you?

And another.

I will always choose you. And I'll keep choosing you over, over and over again. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you.

And so on, I placed the binder back where it was between his other albums and I turn my head around to a sleeping Tom Kaulitz, all he did before was like it never happened how he just tried to kill me minutes ago I guess you could say... I'am stupid Inlove.