The night we met/Tom Kaulitz story/

None of them are her

Tom's POV

I sat at the bar and watched her. She was beautiful. She turned around, danced, jumped, sang. She was gorgeous doing the most ordinary things. Her hair flew all over the place and she drank one after the other drink. Her make up looked good on her. I've never seen her dressed up like this. I've never seen her this happy. She had a cute smile on her face. A bit childish. I loved it. From the first day I saw her, I felt something I had never felt before. That was killing me. She was killing me more and more every day.

"Can I have two shots of tequila please?" She said barely standing on her feet. She was drunk, but she still didn't have enough alcohol. She wanted more.

"Oh God! I forgot to take my wallet off the table. I'm coming right away!" She turned around and somehow barely went to get her wallet. I watched her walk like a little child just learning to walk. 

"Okay, here you go, sir." She said and gave him the money, but she didn't know that I had already paid when she left

"Someone has already paid for your drinks," the waiter said and nodded to me. I looked at her and then we looked into each other's eyes. I thought she wouldn't want to take it now or that she would just leave.

"So you paid for my drink?" She asked me as she approached me. She touched my arm and I've never seen her like this. Where is the Taylor that hates me?

"Of course when you're so gorgeous love" I said and got up from my chair. She started giggling and grabbed my hand. She took me to the dance floor and started dancing

"I don't know how to dance" I said in her ear because the music was too loud. I had to bend down to tell her that because of how short she was.

"Oh I know you know. C'mon! Please..." She said and made a sad face. She was so cute and I couldn't resist.

"Okay okay" I said and she took my hand.

We were dancing and out of the corner of my eye I could see Harito who was constantly looking at us. She giggled, whispered in my ear, danced and touched my arm. I've never seen Taylor like this. Cheerful, not angry and frowning. It was as if she no longer felt hatred for me.

"Ugh my feet hurts" She said, taking off her heels and remaining completely barefoot.

"Taylor, put your heels on your feet or sit down. You're going to cut your foot." There was glass on the floor from broken bottles.

"Nooo" She said stubbornly.

"Taylor, I told you to put on your heels"

"No." She said and took one step back.

"Ouch!!" She shouted and grabbed her leg. 

I grabbed her hand and led her out. We sat on the first bench in front of the club. I looked closer to her leg. She had a a piece of glass stuck in her foot. I gently grabbed the glass. I prepared to take it out and raised my head. I looked at her face, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her makeup was smeared and she was shaking. I felt sorry for her. 

I gently pulled the glass out of my leg and she was squealing in pain. I took a napkin and put it on her foot. We sat on the bench until she calmed down a bit and stopped crying.

"I told you to put on your heels" I said as I gently stroked her hair from her face

"I know" She said and looked down. It was as if she was ashamed.

"I'm going to work tomorrow at a café not far from my building." she said and raised her head. Looking me straight in the eyes. Oh God. She had beautiful eyes. What she can do with her eyes, no other women can do without clothes.

"Really?"

"Yeah.." She said. We sat in silence and just looked at each other. I slowly started to get closer to her and I think she knew what was going to happen. At the moment when we were only a few millimeters away from each other, Harito ran out

"Taylor!" He shouted and ran to us.

"Are you okay!?" He asked worriedly. He grabbed her and hugged her. I rolled my eyes and stood up. I didn't want to be there. I couldn't watch her hug Harito.

I walked inside where Bill, Jess, Georg and Gustav were sitting. I sat down next to Gustav.

"What was all that brother?" Said Bill, who was sitting across from me.

"None of your  business" I said back. I sat there all night. There were a lot of good girls, but none of them were her. None of them were Taylor.

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