𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 |~| 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

Finding you

Tom

Amie has left me on read for two days now.

Two days ago, when she opened my texts, my heart actually stopped beating.

It stopped beating, for you, Amie.

I was actually expecting her to reply. Waiting for that text bubble to show up.

But now I've been waiting for two whole days for that text bubble to show up.

God, why do I feel like this about a girl? A girl who was originally just meant to be a hookup? Why can't she just be a groupie. Why do I have to feel like this?
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The other three band members are in the lounging area of the tour bus, while I stay sat in the bedroom area. My back is leaning against the wall, on the mattress where I last saw her.

We leave Frankfurt in just 3 more days to continue our tour and travel another 6 hours to our next destination. After that I'll never be able to see her again. I need to see her again before then, let her know that stupid mistake of a woman tricked Amie.

"Tom, you okay in there bro?" I hear Bills voice call out from behind the door.

"Uh. Yeah." My tone was nonchalant, careless. "Y'know where my laptop is?"

This time a different voice shouts out from behind the door. "Yup. It's on my bunk. Sorry, I had to use it, my flip phone died." Gustav says.

Without replying, I get up and peer over Gustavs bunk to see my laptop. I grab it and sit back on my bunk, resting it on my lap and opening it up.

Amie. What was her last name?... Amie...

"I see what you did there... it's Amie. Amie Layne."

Her voice. I remember now. Amie Layne.

I click onto Facebook and immediately start typing in her name. The moment I press enter I see a profile pop up, with her gorgeous face on the profile picture. Guess there's not a lot of Amie Layne's out there, huh?

Reading her bio, I tilt my head as my eyes skim the screen.

Single. Unemployed. Lives in Frankfurt, Germany. 18 years old.

There's multiple posts of her in her page. Just looking at them makes me miss her even more.

My heart aches in my chest knowing I probably broke the heart of this poor, innocent girl. Or in other words, Lilah broke her heart.
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Two hours go by and somehow, by some miracle and some deep diving, I find her address. It's not too far from the tour bus. Just a 42 minute drive.

With my laptop, flip phone and sunglasses in my hand, I push through the lounging area of the tour bus.

"I'm gonna go run some errands!" I say to the guys, not even glancing at them once.

"In other words 'errands' is Amie." Georg scoffs from behind me, where he was seated on one of the leather chairs. I don't even reply to him. I hear small grunts of agreements from Gustav and Bill before I hop off the bus.

Already having my black Audi A1 dropped off in the venue parking lot, I jump in and make my way to the address.
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I didn't even turn the radio on throughout the whole of the car ride because I was so focused on just getting there. My hands grip the steering wheel... nervously? Shaking it off, I continued driving the whole 42 minutes.

Eventually I arrive in front of her house.

Is this stalking? Do I look like a weirdo right now? What if this ruins my reputation? I can already see it on the media. 'Tom Kaulitz goes crazy over a random girl he doesn't even know.'

Snapping out of my little trance, I get out the car and shut the door behind me, staring up at the house in front of me. It was modern. No connecting houses or anything. Three stories. Looked like her family had stacks. There were three cars in the driveway.

It takes me what feels like decades to get myself together. I walk up the porch steps and raise my fist to knock on the door.

My heart painfully pounds against my ribs, I'd thought they'd break. But I raise an eyebrow at very light, little sounding feet running quickly towards the door. It opens, but I don't see anyone, until I look down.

There was a little boy there. Probably no older than the age of 3. His big, brown eyes glisten up at me, with a somewhat cheeky smile on his face.

Did I get the wrong address?

"Amiiii! There's a boy at the door!"

Ami? Close. But it's pronounced wrong. Did I go to the wrong house?

But then... I hear her voice.
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Amie

I haven't really left the house for the last couple days. Not once have I replied to Tom. Even though I wanted to, so, so badly, I resisted the urge. I sit in my room at my vanity doing my make up when I hear a knock at the door.

My mom isn't home, she's at work, so I've been taking care of Lucas and Everly for the day.

Before I can even get up, I hear the front door open.

Shit, one of them got there before me.

Sighing sharply, I quickly get up, jogging down the hallway and two flights of stairs while twisting the lid of my lip balm back on the bottle.

"Amiiii! There's a boy at the door!" I hear Lucas yell. I frown a little.

"What boy?" I ask, before reaching the bottom of the stairs.

Before my heart stops.
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Tom. Is standing there. In all his gorgeous, hot, fucking sexy glory.

He stares at me, as he's wearing a massively oversized black t-shirt with random patterns and words on it, and some ridiculously oversized pants, with a cap keeping his dreads up.

"T-..." I manage to stutter before dropping my lip balm, the sound of it hitting the floor making Lucas turn around to look at me.

Everly's voice beams from the other end of the hallway.

"Lukkkeyyyy! Come onnn! I wanna play house!" She yells in that adorable high pitched voice. But my eyes never leave Tom's face.

Lucas runs down the corridor, giggling, before Tom basically invites himself in, shutting the door behind himself.

How did I find where I lived?! Did Sia or Niamh tell him?!

He walks closer and closer to me. I could smell his strong cologne. I watch him bend down and grab the lip balm that I dropped and he holds it out to me. With his other hand, he hooks a finger under my chin to push my mouth shut that I didn't even realise dropped open.

"Please, just let me explain." He mutters pleadingly.