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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your hands around my waist just let the music play
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MADELINE WAKES UP to her cell phone irritatingly buzzing on her nightstand. She had been dreaming of Tom, so she's admittedly frustrated by this untimely interruption. Her hair is a mess as she props herself onto her elbow and groggily brings the phone to her ear.
"Yes." Madeline grumbles, letting her head fall back onto the pillow. "And I would've appreciated about an hour extra of sleep."
"I apologise." Eryn says inside the most insincere tone she's ever used. "However, I am outside of your flat right now. And this bag is heavy."
"Fuck." Madeline whines, hanging up the phone and rolling out of bed.
There's balloons in her living room and a few wrapped gifts left by her mother before her shift at the hospital this morning. Madeline lazily unlocks the door and Eryn instantly crushes her with a tight hug.
"I can't believe it." Eryn says excitedly. "We can finally — legally — go out together!"
"Yeah, yeah." Madeline makes a hushing sound. "My eardrums don't appreciate your loudness right now."
"So, where are we going tonight?" Eryn grins, skipping into the living room and placing down the gifts she brought beside the gifts from Heather and Madeline instantly flicks to kettle on.
"I was thinking we could go to that club near the theatre." Madeline exhales as she prepares them both a hot mug of tea. "I've heard it's pretty nice."
"Yeah, I heard that too." Eryn says, yawning loudly making Madeline shoot her best friend a small glare as she wanders to the sofa with the two mugs of tea, handing one over to Eryn. "Harri said she'll meet us at Church Street." Eryn informs her, taking a small sip from the steaming mug.
"Am I supposed to feel different?" Madeline grumbles, bringing her knees to her chest and Eryn shrugs her shoulders.
"I didn't." The red head clicks her tongue, grabbing the television remote and flicking through the channels. "Felt the exact same. Still do."
"Well, that fucking sucks." Madeline grins and Eryn laughs, nodding her head before landing on the news channel. Madeline frowns slightly, "They still haven't gotten any closer to solving his murder."
"No." Eryn says quickly, changing the channel. "I am not letting that douchebag put a damper on your special day!"
