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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i guess you didn't care and i guess i liked that
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TOM IS DRIVING, his eyes on the road in front of him while Madeline's eyes remain on his entrancing side profile. It's borderline hilarious to her, how she's so fucking obsessed with the man beside her. It's been a rough month since her eighteenth birthday, she's been pushing herself closer to the edge with both dance and school.
With her exams nearing closer as the days pass by towards summer, she's been relentlessly spending all of her free time buried in textbooks and question papers, desperately clawing at the grades she wants so badly. And dance, well, it wasn't easy to keep that godforsaken balance between her studies and dance. Madam Delacour is like the devil on her shoulder, constantly telling her she needs to do better things. The temptation to drop her studying and rush to the studio to get that extra hour of tiring practice continues to gnaw at her.
Tom has noticed her restlessness. He noticed her fidgeting and the consistent bounce of her knee as anxious thought cloud her mind. He noticed her skin become a shade paler, skipping out of meals to get things done. It was so unhealthy, Tom never really thought about how it is to simply be a normal person. To have to work hard at school and constantly push your body to its limits.
Madeline had declined his offer at first, he'd asked her if she wanted to see his apartment. He told her he would make them dinner and they could attempt to lift a portion of the weight off her shoulders.
But he's a persuasive little bastard.
So, they're en route to Tom's apartment with the low sound of Amy Winehouse humming through the car speakers and the windows half open to allow the cool Spring breeze into the car.
Madeline sighs softly as she turns her eyes back on the road, they're in a pretty fucking extravagant part of London. Fuck, some celebrities are known to live around here.
"You live here?" Madeline asks softly, her eyes slightly wider than usual as she turns back to Tom who glances at her with a small smirk.
"You sound surprised." Tom chuckles and she smiles slightly, rolling her eyes at his cockiness.
"I was." Madeline nods. "But after that comment...I definitely see it."
"You're so nice." Tom speaks sardonically, his hand moving between them to expertly shift the gear stick and Madeline gives him a sweet smile.
Tom drives into a parking garage beneath a large apartment building, the exterior being that expensive looking pale brick with golden coloured revolving doors either side of a large, arched window.
