Love Don't Break Me:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date a member of Tokio Hotel? Well Bonnie did just that.
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Bonnie and her two best-friends attends the New York concert of TOKIO HOTEL. They go with excitement knowing they would...
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"Hey, you came!" a voice spoke in my ear.
I turned around and it was Tom. He had his hand on the back on my dress and I smiled from ear to ear.
"Hey you!" I said still dancing but now slower. "Of course we would come. We have wanted to come to this club for some time now. I guess we have you to thank for that."
He blushed a bit at my sarcasm and started grabbing at his beard. "Do you want to go somewhere a bit quieter?" he asked me pointing to his VIP area.
I looked over to where he pointed and pushed a curl away from my face. "Well I don't think going a few feet away will lower the sound of the music."
He laughed a short laugh and I watched, as his eyes look me up and down. I stopped swaying to the music and walked towards the bar. He followed behind me. I saw his mouth create words but the song was so loud I did not hear a thing.
"What?" I asked him as we both met at the bar. "What's your name?" He asked again fumbling in his pockets. I watched as he pulled out a cigarette and placed it in between his lips then reached for his pocket again.
"You shouldn't smoke you know" I said watching the cigarette dangle because a smile had parted his lips.
"There are a lot of bad things we shouldn't do but we still do them." He smirked.
The bartender appeared and asked us what drinks we wanted. I asked for a cup of soda and Tom laughed at my request.
"So are you trying to prove a point here?" he said sarcastically. He removed the cigarette from his lips and put it behind his ear. The bartender handed me my cup of soda and I drank the small cup completely, ignoring Tom on purpose. I sat the cup down on the bar and smiled at my friends who still were dancing with Georg on the dance floor.
"I don't drink," I said to Tom. "I tried it twice but I didn't like it so, soda it is".
I continued to face my friends who were dancing as he looked at me from my side. I could feel his eyes staring at me, burning through my skin and I could not help feeling pleasure shoot down to my panties.
"Okay, so you don't drink and you don't smoke. So, what do you do?" He asked coming a bit closer to me.
I smiled even wider. "Well Mr. Kaulitz, if you must know I don't do anything out of the ordinary. My friends say I am a bit of an old woman actually. I love to shop so...I guess that's my vice."
"Shopping. You compare shopping to seven cigarettes a day." Tom mocked.
I looked in his direction. "Well since you put it that way, I guess since yours is slowly killing you and mine is making me look better...I believe you're right. It's not so bad after all".
I laughed and so did he. I waved for the bartender to come back over and he came right away. "What ya havin'?" He asked.
I turned around and leaned slightly over the bar, poking my ass out a little but actually as much as I could in this tight dress without ripping it. "I'll have a coke." I turned my body slightly towards Tom and continued. "What are you drinking Mr. Kaulitz? Vodka? Hmm, you seem like a beer kind of guy."
He asked for a Corona and the bartender handed us our different drinks. Tom took three short swigs of his beer and continued to smile at me.
"You look really good," I said to him. I could tell that I shocked him with my random compliment because beer dripped a bit and some landed on his huge beard.
"Well thank you" he said still smiling and wiping the beer on his pant leg. "You look really good too. Very good." He raised his brow a bit, as I watched him take the final drink of his beer. "Are you from New York?" He asked now leaning a bit on the bar.
I told him where I was from which is Baltimore, Maryland. He told me they had only ever played one show there and it was not very good since the venue staff fucked up their sound equipment. We talked a little longer and I found myself going in and out of the conversation. I could not help but stare at him. He was so sexy. He had his hair pulled in a low man bun and every few moments he swept a stray hair away from his face, making me secretly squeeze my Kegel muscle in pleasure. He had on dark denim jeans and a loose V-neck T-Shirt. His neck held a skinny long rosary and five bracelets of gold, chain and leather swung from his wrist. God, he was so fucking sexy. A few minutes later, I saw my friends Vivian and Natalie walking hand in hand to get through the crowd.
"Georg invited us to their hotel for a night cap!" Vivian yelled over the music approaching where Tom and I stood. "Hi Tom" both girls said and he nodded saying hello back.
I looked over to the VIP area and saw Georg leaning over talking to Bill and Gustav.
"So, what do you think?" Nat said to me clearly hoping my answer would be yes. I sat my empty soda cup on the bar and turned to Tom. "Would you like for me to come back to your hotel room?" I asked, trying my best to appear sexy but may have come off a bit slutty.
He shrugged his shoulders and said "of course".
"Great! Georg gave me the address to the hotel. We will meet you guys there," Nat said grabbing me by the hand. Us girls turned and started pushing our way through the door.
I felt a tug on my hand and I turned to see Tom reaching for me in the crowd. I saw his mouth scream a sentence and only her the word 'name'.
"WHAT?" I screamed back, still being tugged away by my friends.
"Your name!" He yelled back.
We reached the door and I saw him standing tall having made his way through the crowd with us. I stopped then smiled at him. He gazed at me again in that typical 'Tom, I want to fuck you fashion' then bit on his piercing that sat on his bottom lip.
"Bonnie." I said as I was being pulled out the door. "My name is Bonnie".
The cool air hit our face abruptly as we stepped out of the club. Our heels clacked against the dirty pavement as we walked to Vivian's car. The cold breeze felt great and I lift my curls to give my sweaty neck some air.
"Come on girl!" Natalie yelled to me as we reached the half-empty parking lot.
I trotted a bit faster in my heels trying to reach them. I looked up at the full moon shining brightly. The lights of the city sparkled against the clear black sky and from a distance, I heard a faint police siren. On the ride to the hotel, I touched up my makeup that had been slightly affected by the heat of the club. I sat back in the rear seats of the car and removed my shoes, which started to pain me from the hours of standing and dancing. The girls sat in the seats ahead laughing and dancing to the music on the radio as I looked out the window to the city. I felt like Cinderella leaving the ball and ten minutes later, we pulled up to the hotel. I reached for my shoes and decided to just bare foot it the rest of the evening. As I got out of the car, I looked up at the hotel in amazement. It was very grand and very big. I tried to guess what floor the guys were on as the tower of a building looked as if it was piercing the sky. We reached a man in a black suit sitting behind a white brick counter as we walked in.
"Room 483 please, we're friends of Mr. Georg listing." Vivian said to him. He reached for the phone and a moment later, he began to slowly nod his head.
"That way to the right are the elevators, top floor, press 40" he said pointing in the direction.
We walked to the elevators and I again gazed upon the grandness of it all. "Marble elevator doors" Natalie said pressing the button.
"They are traveling in style". The elevator came and I hit the button for floor 40. Natalie and Vivian both reached for their phones and I stood there fixing my curls and dress. The elevator beeped and the doors slid open. I could not stop smiling.
