I Think About You Everyday

“Babe, are you nearly ready?” Tom called from outside the hotel bedroom. He was somewhere in the main room waiting for me to get ready. He was taking me out on a date tonight, he said not to dress too fancy, but to wear my best clothes. So that is what I’m doing. I just hope he realises my best clothes are skinny jeans, trainers and a random top.

I opened the bedroom door to hear Tom say, “And this is the moment where I roar like a lion,” making me giggle. “I must say, your earrings are very different,”

“I’m a different person. You ready?” I took his hand as he stood beside me and we began to leave the hotel room, locking the door behind us.

“Okay. So we’re going for a meal and then a walk on a beach. Is that okay?” Tom said. Okay? That’s more than okay. A romantic evening with Tom Kaulitz. Who’d have thought it?

“Where are we going for a meal?” I asked him as we got into his Cadillac.

“Now that is for me to know and for you to find out in about 10 minutes,” he smirked at me. He knew that I hated surprises.

***

“Okay. Here we are,” Tom said, getting out of the car and walking to my side of the car, opening the door and helping me out. What a gentleman.

“Tom. Isn’t this place really expensive?” I asked him as we walked to the restaurant, his arm around my waist.

“Yeah? Your point?”

“I don’t want you spending loads on me,” I moaned as we got to the stand.

“VIP table under the name of Kaulitz,” Tom said to the waitress who just nodded her head and lead us to our table, people staring as we walked past them.

“Here’s your menu’s. Have a nice evening,” and then she left.

I looked over Tom’s shoulder and looked at everyone who kept looking over at us. I couldn’t help but widen my eyes at how much food one couple had, “Holy cow how much food?!” I hissed at Tom making him snap his head to look at the couple I was talking about. He only chuckled and looked back at me.

“So what are you having? Do you want to share a plate or have your own?” Tom asked, looking through his menu.

“Hmm. Sharing a plate of spaghetti seems kinda’ cute. Like in Lady and the Tramp,” I giggled at the old memory of that being my favourite film when I was about four.

“Lady and the Tramp? What kind of movie is that?” Tom chuckled.

“I dunno’. It was a Disney movie. At one point, two dogs share a plate of spaghetti and they suck the same piece of spaghetti and end up kissing... dog style,” I grinned. I remember my mom covering my eyes thinking it was too grown up for me to watch.

“So. You’re comparing us to dogs? Well, you are my bitch,” Tom winked. I just gave him an unimpressed look and replied, “You know what I mean. So, let’s go for the plate of spaghetti?” Tom nodded as a waiter came to our table.

“Hello. I’m Leon and I’m your waiter for tonight. Are you ready to order yet?”

“A coke,”

“Make that two. And one plate of spaghetti for two people,” Tom ordered. Leon scurried off and Tom and I carried on with our conversation about Lady and the Tramp and me being his bitch.

Before I knew it, the plate of spaghetti had arrived and we were both slurping the spaghetti, giggling whenever a piece of spaghetti hit our faces. Immature? That would be us.

The plate was soon empty and Tom took that as the chance to say, “Can I lick the plate clean?” I rolled my eyes as Leon walked up to our table.

“How was your meal?” He asked us as he picked up the plate and our now empty coke glasses.

“Lovely,” I answered.

“Glad to hear that. Do you want a pudding menu?” I shook my head, as did Tom.

“Okay. I’ll get you your bill,” and then he walked back to the kitchen.

“I don’t want a bill. I already have one at the hotel and he’s hard enough to handle on his own. I don’t want another one!” Tom scoffed. Correction. Immature? That would be Tom.

***

We left the restaurant and were now walking hand in hand across the street to the beach. Luckily, Tom’s car was parked on the kerb to where we were walking, so I left my shoes in his car so that I could walk bare foot on the sand.

We reached the beach and I ran straight for the sea, Tom following me close behind. Arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me up, walking closer towards the sea.

“Tom no! Don’t! I’m wearing white!” I screeched.

“Exactly,” I could just sense the smirk on his face. And then he let go and I went crashing into the sea, soon surfacing to see Tom literally dying with laughter.

“Nice bra,” he winked. I just glared at him.

“I hate you,” I mumbled as I stood up in the water.

“I love you too,” he smirked. I noticed that he too was wearing a white shirt, so I walked up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist, all the water soaking through his shirt.

“Ebony!” Tom screeched, pushing me away from him. I stared at his chest which was now see-able through his shirt. I grinned at him. “Now we’re even,” Tom glared at me and so I began to run away, Tom close on my tail.

“Oof,” I mumbled as I hit the sand, Tom on top of me. “Tom you’re so heavy,” I whined, trying to move from under him.

“You calling me fat? Bitch,” Tom sarcastically spat, rolling from on top of me.

“Well, you did say I was your bitch at the restaurant,” I pointed out as I rolled over to lay on my back so that I could sit up properly.

“Ebony?” I looked at Tom who was staring back at me, “I feel so lucky,”

“What do you mean?” I shuffled a bit so that I was now sitting next to him, his arm around my waist.

“Because I have you. I have your trust. Yeah, you may have eyeliner running down your cheeks, but to me, you’re still beautiful,” I stood up from beside him, my hands on my cheeks. I pulled them away, and yes, there was now black eyeliner on my cheeks.

“Has it gone?” I asked him. He nodded and so I sat down on Tom’s laps, straddling his hips. We stared into each other’s eyes, our faces slowly inching closer towards each other until our lips finally touched.

Tom ran his tongue along my bottom lip asking for entrance, which I didn’t grant. Tom being the impatient type of person, he bit my lip making me gasp and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting our tongues wrestle for dominance.

Tom began to lie back onto the sand. I followed him, moving my arms to the side of his head and ended up kneeling above him, the kiss not once breaking in the process.

Our mouths moved together as Tom’s hands moved from my hips down to my ass and grabbing it. I gasped at the sudden movement Tom had made, which made Tom chuckle.

I pulled away from the feeling of Tom’s phone vibrating in his front trouser pocket.

“Leave it,” Tom leaned towards me to kiss me again, but I pushed him back.

“No. What if it’s important?” Tom sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket as I sat down on his bony legs.

“It’s Jost,” he mumbled as he answered it.

“Hallo?...Ja...Wer?...O.K?...Ja sicher,“ Tom said, putting the phone back in his pocket. “We have to go back to the hotel. Jost wants to have a word with me about something and he wants you to go into the bedroom or something,” he told me.

“What does he want to talk to you about?” I stood up and took Tom’s hands, helping him up.

“I don’t know. But he says he needs you back at the hotel as soon as possible,” I felt all the blood rush from my face. It couldn’t be for my safety from him could it? No. He’s still locked away. I think.

With our fingers intertwined, we began to walk along the beach at a fairly quick pace until we reached Tom’s car.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of us. All that could be heard was the clacking of my bangles as I tied the laces of my high top trainers.

Tom’s car engine stopped and Tom stepped out of the car to come to the passenger side and help me out.

“So you want me to wait in the bedroom while you talk to Jost?” I asked Tom as we entered a lift.
Tom nodded, pressed the button for floor 6 and then pinned me to against a glass wall, kissing me deeply.

Our tongues were soon swirling in time with one another. Tom moved his hands up my shirt towards my bra strap when the lift doors open meaning we had to pull away.

“We’ll finish later,” Tom ordered as he placed the key card in the door, pulling it away when the light turned green. I walked straight to the bedroom, closing the door behind me to get ready for bed.

TOM’S POV

“What did you want to talk to me about?” I asked Jost, sitting beside him on the sofa.

“You think that Ebony has no siblings, right?” I nodded my head. “She’s lying about that. I got a phone call from her guardians, Hannah’s parents, today. They told me that they had gotten a call about Ebony’s older brother,” I stopped him.

“Hold up. Her older brother?” I knew she had a lot of secrets, but this? I wouldn’t have thought she’d have a secret about her family.

“Yes Tom. Her older brother. I asked Hannah’s parents about him and they said that Ebony’s parents had him when they were 16, meaning Ebony’s brother is now 22. Thing is, Ebony doesn’t talk about him because she hasn’t seen him since he was 16,” I cut him off again.

“Why is that?”

“I’m getting there. Okay. Because Ebony’s parents had him so young, he was an accident, so they didn’t care for him like they did for Ebony. When Ebony was 11, her parents went away for a weekend, leaving her brother in charge. Instead of caring for her, he beat her and worse. She wouldn’t do as he said so he got ballistic and. And,” it looked like Jost was struggling to get the right words out. “He raped her, Tom,” he said just above a whisper, tears threatening to spill.

I stood up from my seat. “So she didn’t lose her virginity when she was 14?” I asked him. What I really wanted to say was, “she lied to me?!” I seem ignorant, right?

“No Tom. Everything she told you did happen, but she lost it to her brother when she was 11. It disgusts me. But Tom. This is the important part,”

“Go on,” I shakily said. My views have suddenly changed. Her brother is a bastard. How dare he do that to a girl like Ebony.

“Her brother, Tyler, was sent to some children’s prison, one for children who have killed or raped, it does happen, but he escaped the other day. That’s why Hannah’s parents called. It’s a warning Tom. He found out she’s touring with us and tracked us down. He’s coming for her.” A tear fell. Jost isn’t one for crying, so I knew that this really was serious.

“What do we do?” I whispered. There was no way in hell I was letting him touch my girl.

“We just have to protect her. We’ve changed hotels and we’ve called in more body guards for Ebony. Tom you have to be there for Ebony. You have to be with her at all times. You have to protect her Tom. She is your main responsibility,”