𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒆.
madeline swift was your average seventeen
year old girl living in central london until
she met him.
tom kaulitz was an older, beautiful and
charming man, who seemed to be
everything she wanted.
𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐤�...
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but you make me wanna act like a girl
GROANING IN FRUSTRATION, Madeline stomps on the polished wooden floor before composing herself and moving to attempt the complex turn again. Her new point shoes have been giving her a lot of grief recently and she is in the dance studio alone, practicing some of her more difficult skills to try and break them in.
Buzzing from her white duffel bag makes her sigh heavily, walking over to her bag and slouching against the wall, taking a long swig of water and flipping open her cell phone.
tom :) 17:23 hey, what are you doing?
mads 17:25 just at the studio
tom :) 17:26 wrap it up, i'm taking you out
Madeline's eyes widen. She and Tom haven't seen each other in about two weeks since they met at the club, yet they've been texting every day and getting to know each other through the screen. Madeline takes off her point shoes and stretches her muscles out before slipping on the white leg warmers over her bare ankles and fluffy socks and then her trainers.
Madeline looks at herself in the wall of mirrors, her curled hair is slightly frizzy and she's wearing some black gym shorts and a white tee that hangs off her right shoulder and shows the black sports bra she's wearing beneath it. Madeline hurriedly grabs some lipgloss and applies in to her lips, grabbing her hair brush and combing out the messy curls that smooth out after a few brushes.
"Fuck." Madeline mumbles, shrugging on her light pink, baggy jacket and slinging her heavy duffel over her shoulder.
tom:) 17:40 outside
Madeline lets out a strangled sound at the back of her throat and throws her cell into the side pocket of her bag, hurrying down the stairs of the studio and out the front door.
Tom sits in a sleek, black sports car out front with a small smirk on his face and she smiles at the sight of him.
"Hey, you." Tom smiles as she wanders over to his open window and she rests her forearms on it with a raised eyebrow.
"This is your car?" She asks and he nods with a proud smile. "I thought twenty year olds were supposed to be broke as shit." She says before walking around the car and opening the passenger door.
"Well, I'm Tom Kaulitz." He says cockily.
"Okay, Tom Kaulitz, how about you turn on the air conditioning?" Madeline grins and he smirks at her.
"Yes, ma'am." He leans forward and flicks on the air conditioner.
"Where exactly are you taking me?" Madeline asks as they drive through the busy city, her eyes moving from the road to Tom's large hand on the gear stick.
