2. Are you still mine? (Tokio Hotel/Tom Kaulitz Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Three. I might have thought that we were one.

Well, I have no idea when will Tokio Hotel tv be back .... but hey, I got a chapter here for you and shamelessly happy guitar playing Tom! *see picture*

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I opened the door to the house holding the dogs’ leashes in one hand and leaving the suitcase down for a second. When the door was open I let the dogs inside and held the leashes in my hand as I carried the suitcase with me into the bedroom. There wasn’t movement in the house, Tom didn’t seem to be there, and the dog wasn’t there either. I stepped into the studio and looked at my painting still untouched. I felt like burning it, but I couldn’t. It was the last thing I had done for dad. It was made with the last of the pain his passing had evoked on me. I stared at it in silence, I would have called him now, and I would have trusted him to be the amazing dad he had always tried so bad to be now. And he’d know nothing about how to make me feel better but he’d still manage. He’d still say something wrong and make me laugh. I missed him. Once again I missed my father. I missed my mother and I missed my friends. It was no doubt a mistake thinking that Tom and I were going to ever be good together.

I didn’t want to feel the way I did.

I was greeted by a tall dog and I smiled a smile wet with the tears I hadn’t allowed to but still managed to fall on my cheeks. I had my sunglasses over my head.

I looked at Tom and straightened up, the dog ran away and I looked down forgetting I had tied my hair up that morning, there wouldn’t be a curtain of hair to cover my face. I took the sunglasses from my head and held them on my hands without knowing what else to do.

“You look…” Tom didn’t finish but his tone gave it off. He wanted to say bad.

“I am.” I wiped my cheek with my hand and looked up, still not at him. “Too much work, I’m going to bed now.” I explained and walked past him.

“Yeah… I heard you fainted.” Tom followed me into the bedroom as I sat down in the edge of the bed taking my shoes off. “Did you visit the doctor?”

“No. I’ve just arrived. It happened yesterday. And I didn’t faint.” I took my hair off of the pony tail and put my jeans on the closet before pulling the shorts on. I took off the shirt too and put on the one from the pyjama.

“Still, you were ill.” Tom was leaning on the dresser.

“I am.” I let out as I threw myself on the bed and covered up with the sheets. “Could you close the door after you? Thanks.”

Tom sat down next to me as I turned to my side looking away; I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

“Why aren’t you talking to me?” Tom asked softly. He still had the nerve to ask. My lashes got wet as I blinked, he was behind me and his hand was rubbing my arm. “I didn’t know we were mad…” He half joked.

“I am tired.” I said to Tom, it wasn’t entirely a lie but as the tears reached the pillow I knew my voice was giving me away. “Close the door when you leave, please.”

Tom leaned down and kissed my cheek stopping for a moment noticing the wet spot on my face. He got up and said nothing else, leaving me alone to cry myself to sleep.

I wouldn’t have known I slept so much if it wasn’t for the fact that when I opened my eyes again I had Tom’s eyes in front of me.

“Good morning.” He said. I looked around. I didn’t know how tired I actually was. “You pretty much just hibernated.” Tom smiled at me.