Her eyes ~ a Tom kaulitz story

One

The blasting of my alarm blares through my bedroom as I open my eyes and burry my face into my pillows. A groan escapes my mouth as I slam down on my alarm clock.

It's 11:30, I know that's late to wake up but I'm an 18 year old girl and it's a Saturday. I roll out of my bed and stretch, I fluff up my bedding and fix it up a little before heading into my bathroom to get a shower.

I have an interview tonight. At 7:30, but apparently there's a group of boys getting interviewed just before me which I always hate. The audience is always a little tired after the first interview.

I get a shower and 20 minutes later get out and dry my hair. I sit at my vanity and do some simple makeup for now and dry and straighten my hair. I throw some sweat pants on and just a plain t-shirt.

I skip down my stairs and grab my car keys, sliding on my sliders and running out to my car. For some reason I am feeling upbeat today, all happy and energetic.

I drive to the store and do a small shop, just necessary food and toilet trees. I head home and put everything away and do some basic cleaning. I finish up and sit on the couch and watch a film. Later on, I look at the clock and it's 5:45.

I stand up off the couch and walk up the stairs and pick out an outfit. I start doing my makeup and re-straighten my hair. I finish getting ready and walk back out to my car and get in.

My assistant, Lilly rings me and I smile and pick up the phone. "Hi lil!" I say enthusiastically down the phone and I hear her sigh.

"Are you ready? Are you on your way?" She frantically speaks back to me and I laugh. "Yes, I'm ready and I'm on my way now. Where is it again?" Lilly gives me the adress and we say goodbye.

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I arrive at the place where the interview is taking place and I am rushed in by security. I frantically search the room for Lilly, there's so many people. "Fuck" I mutter under my breath when I bump into someone, knocking something out of their hand.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry" I yell over the shouting and screaming of the audience. I instantly drop to the floor and pick up a phone and inspect it. "It isn't Brocken" I giggle and hand the phone back when I look up and my eyes lock on theirs.

His deep, brown eyes. Black braids flow nicely down his head and his black lip ring sitting perfectly on his face. He lets out a chuckle and it fills my ears. "Thank you" his deep voice speaks. He isn't from here, the first person I've met in LA that isn't American.

I smile and a security guard grabs my arm "your on, now!" My eyes shoot from the security guard back to the man "I'm sorry, bye" I wave and get dragged away before he gets the chance to reply. Who was that?

AN
I'm really sorry I know that was short and shit BUTTTT I just thought I'd give y'all a taster to what the story is basically gunna be like the first time they met. I hope you love it and keep up with it, bye!!!