Inside - Tom Kaulitz

Another day... Another s-

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"Miss Monroe, I would like you to take this to Mr Kaulitz house. If that's okay with you? You are going to fail this semester if you do not get him to help you." My teacher spoke as she handed me sheets of work.

It had been three days since the incident outside the cafe. He still hadn't shown up to school, so I was doing the full project by myself. He was going to cost me my grade if he kept bunking school. All day I had been planning exactly what I was going to do and say. After my period seven, I was going to march over to his house, knock on the door and give him my exact thoughts.
"You need to start coming into school. You are going to make me fail! Just because I care and you don't doesn't mean you can't help me. You really think you're going to make a living off twitter porn?"

Shit. I had totally forgot about the Twitter account. I could use that against him. But then again, do I really want him to hate me for the rest of my life? I was struck with a good idea, however the consquences of it would be really bad. Would it be a good thing for me to do that? I couldn't make up my mind. I thought that maybe this was a sign, and that in fact I should not confront him.

"Yes I'll visit him this afternoon, he's been under the weather." I lied. I mean, I was going to go to his house after college, however he hadn't been under the weather. It was bullshit.
"Yes I had heard, stomach infection apparently." She spoke back. I nodded in response.

"Nicky!" I heard a voice call behind me. I turned. Bill. I grinned, "The person I needed to see! Can you give this to Tom and tell him he needs to stop flunking college and help me!"

"Thats the problem Nicky. I can't. I have band practice after school and Tom is sick. I also got a confession out of him about the other day? I'm sorry hes such a dick sometimes." He spoke, wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
"It's fine. Does this mean I'm going to have to take it." I really hoped not.
"Yes, if that's fine? It'll only be him in the house." He said removing his arm. We said our goodbyes and departed.
I dreaded going round to his house, more then when I went over for the first time. Was he really sick, or was it an excuse? I would find out later when I went round.

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I stood outside in the rain, pondering about if I should even do this. My hand balled up and knocked on the door. I stepped back, anticipating the door to swing open. "Ye-... What the fuck do you want now." He spoke in a husky voice.
"Complaining. I need you to stop bunking school and actually help me with the project. I've got work for you." I spoke.
"I'm ill." He coughed. That was fake, however he did sound sick. I rolled my eyes.
"Come in, it's too cold. You're letting a breeze in." He sounded annoyed. He stepped to the side, letting me pass through. Vertigo hit me. The dimly lit corridor covered with family and baby photos filled me with a sense of familiarity. The sound of his breath rang in my ears.
His chest was not covered, bare and chiseled. I took it all in, knowing I would never have a chance with him. He walked up the stairs, I followed behind. He lead me into his room, the floor was covered in tissues. It looked like a bomb had imploded. His bed was messy and unkempt and a scent of sweat lingered in the air. I pulled a face.
"What? I didn't expect anyone to come, never mind you." He said, climbing back into bed.

"You need to help me! We are so behind on the project." I snapped. He grabbed the remote off his table and clicked it on, putting on a cartoon.

"Hello? Tom?" I waved in front of his face. He grabbed my wrist tightly, stopping the blood from flowing. I squirmed.
"Tom get off! You are really hurting me." I shouted.
"So you'll stop bothering me then?" He questioned me, smirking. I shook my head.
"Why should I stop? I need you for this project." I spoke back. He let go of my wrist.
"If you come lay with me, I'll do the work in an hour." His eyebrows raised.
"Fine." I gave in, climbing in the bed beside him. His bed was small, our bodies squished together. His heavy breath filled the silence. It was awkward. I coughed, breaking the quiet, "Why are you watching cartoons?".
"Because I do." He spoke back, his eyes still lingering on the animation. My cheeks flushed red as I took the quilt of my body, letting the breeze hit me. I fanned my face.
"Its a bit warm isn't it?" I said.
"You're just nervous." He spoke back, still not paying attention to me. I turned onto my side to face him, raising my eyebrows in confusion.
"Why would I be nervous? Nervous that you'll hurt me again? Yes I am." I embarrassed myself.
"Haha. No, this is your first time being so close to the opposite sex. In fact, is this the first time you've been in bed with a boy?" He laughed. I smacked him hard on his chest, he flinched.
"What the fuck was that for?" He exclaimed, wacking me back. We both started hitting each other, laughs and screams filled the awkwardness. We both got out from the duvet and began to playfight.

"Fuck you! You'll never beat me." I screamed as he tried to chase me round his room. In an instant, He picked me up and flung me back onto his bed, climbing ontop of my legs and putting all his weight on to stop me from moving. Picking up my hands, He held them agaisnt the bedframe so I wouldn't hit him.
"You'll never beat me. I'm too fast." He put on a voice, mocking me. I stared at him as he stared back. Slowly, he let my arms drop as his hands moved down to my waist, stroking it. His face moved closer until the tip of our noses touched. My hands travelled up his bare back. We were inches away.

"Tom! I'm home early, Gustav lost a drumstick so he'll have to get a new one. Did Nicky come over with work." A voice echoed. Bill. Tom jumped off of me and prounced out of bed.

"You need to get out." He mumbled, looking at the floor.
"Are you joking?" I replied, embarrassed. He nodded. I got out of his bed and flung the door open. Swiftly, I rushed down the corridor and down the stairs.

"Oh Nicky! Are you working on the project. Are you okay?" He spoke, examining my face. I didnt want to answer. Cautiously, I slid past him and out of the door. Everytime I came round to this fucking house I never left in a good mood. I didn't know what happened in his room and I didn't want to think about it.

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"Tom? Whats wrong with her?" My brother spoke. I had followed her down the stairs.
"Nothing it doesn't matter." I spoke back, annoyed.
What had I done? I didnt like her at all, yet five minutes ago I felt like I had known her for a while. Like we were both good friends.

"You cannot stand there and tell me you really hate her? You talk about her 24/7." Bill said.

"I'm really not in the mood to gossip or talk over tea Bill. Leave me alone." I ran back up the stairs and slammed my door shut, keeping everyone out.

What was happening?

(Edited July 15)