Inside - Tom Kaulitz

smut warning

Nicky

"You'll be okay on your own?" My mother asked, again.

My parents were leaving town for two days to visit family in France for Christmas. However, I had things to catch up on for College, so I thought I would stay home.

It was currently seven in the evening on Christmas Day. My stomach felt full from all the food I had eaten throughout the day and my living room was filled off new clothes and other things.

"I will be fine I promise. I'll go round the neighbours like you said if anything happens." I repeated her words so she knew I would be fine.

"Good girl. I'll give your love to grandma and your cousins when we get there. Love you beautiful." My mother said as my dad waved goodbye, slamming the door behind them.

I sigh escaped my mouth as I trailed myself upstairs. It was Christmas and I was lonely.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and searched up for the one person I wanted to see right now. My finger lingered over the call button, apprehensive weather I should ring.

I pressed it as the dial sound began to play, I patiently waited for him to pick up.

"Hi." The voice said.

"Hi." I said back.

"Are you okay Nicky?"

He sounded tired.

"I'm good yes. I'm home alone and was wondering if you would like to... come over."

He took a deep breath before he muttered in German. "Fuck."

I stammered, not knowing what to say. Did he want to come or not?

"Give me ten minutes Nick. I'll be over." He muttered, ending the phone.

I chucked my phone on my bed, peering into the nothingness as I waited for him to come over.

****

What felt like two hours, I heard a faint knock at my front door. I rushed down the stairs, knowing who it was and opened the door. There he stood in the dark, a cigarette alight between his fingers, his breath visible due to the coldness.

"Come in." I said, as I held the door open. He dropped the cig and burnt it out with his foot before he walked in. He stood in front of me as I closed the door; his masculine, woody scent went up my nose as I took a breath.

"Merry Christmas." He said, digging for something in his pocket. He pulled out a box, which wasn't wrapped, so I could see exactly what it was.

"The perfume!" I smiled as I opened the box and discarded it on the floor. I pulled the lid off and sprayed it onto my clothes, smelling it.

"You shouldn't have." I said, moving closer to him and putting my arms around his neck. His hands moved to my lower back, placing them gently.

"Hope you like it beautiful." He said.

All went quiet as his heart beat was the only thing I could hear. His palm moved down, gently squeezing my ass as he huffed.

"Why don't we go upstairs." I said. At once, he lifted me up and began to walk towards the stairs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, giggling.

"You make me crazy." He whispered into my ear as he left a kiss on my neck.

He slammed my door open and threw me on the bed.