Do You Still Love Me

Emma's P.O.V.

"Yea, um, sure, I guess I could for a little bit." I say smiling.

"Ok, there's an ice cream shop right across the street." Says the mom. I nod. I wait for her to pay for the things she bought. Rebbecca was clinging to my legs, singing Ready, Set, Go!

"How old is she?" I ask the mom.

"She just turned 7." We drive across the street and get our ice cream. Rebbecca keeps giggling and poking my ice cream.

***

The drive home was hot and sweaty. I rolled down the front windows. I run my fingers through my hair. I was about to put on my sunglasses, when I dropped them. I waited until the stop light to lean forward and pick them up.

It's about an hour drive home. It's unbearably hot. A few people point their sweaty fingers at me screaming at their friend. I laugh at this one girl, she tripped when she saw me.

I pulled into the driveway. There is a car parked in front of the door. I slowly open my door and I leave it open. I go to the door and rattle the knob. It's locked. I unlock it and open the door. I see Bill leaning against the table. But there is a blond chick with her hands cupped around his face, kissing him. Bill pushes her a little bit and she turns around. It's Lilly. The bitch from the interview.

My eyes water up and my grip tightens around the house keys.

"Emma, please. It's not what-" Bill starts. I can feel my face go all hot. Lilly struts over to me and whispers in my ear.

"I told you he was mine." She says. She struts her slutty walk back to Bill.

"Bill, I never want to see you again!" I scream. I run out the door, wiping my eye. I get in the car and race out of the drive way. (Did I mention Bill and Tom rented a car for me.) I drive a little over the speed limit and eventually I was crying so hard my vision got blurry. I pulled over into the side of the road and got out of the car.

I sat on the hood with my head in my hands crying. I hear a car come up from behind and stop. Some one pulled me into a hug and rocked me.

"Tom, I can't go home." I complain.

"What happened?" He asks pushing me back a bit to see my face. He wiped away a tear with the tip of his finger.

"Bill. He was with Lilly."

"Like how with her?" He asks.

"I opened the door and she was leaning on him, kissing him. And it didn't even look like he was fighting her back." I cry out.

"Aww..." Tom says pulling me back into a hug. My hands wrap over his shoulders, and I rest my head on the side of his neck and shoulder. His chin is resting on my shoulder. "Where are you going to stay?"

"I dunno." I say, my cries lighten up to sniffles. We go and sit on the hood of me car again. "But not at the house, and I don't want to be alone."

"Ok, I'll stay with you." He says. "Hotel?"

"Not REDEN!" I scream and laugh at the same time. Tom laughs, his cheeks curving the perfect way.

"I know, but it's a hotel or we can sleep curled up in the cars. "

"Fine, I think I saw a hotel just a little while back. But I'm not sure 'cause I was all blurry eyed." I smile.

"Yea, it's a hotel." Tom says.

"Yep, you would know where all the hotels are in all of Germany." I joke. He smiles. The sun set shines it's orange glow on the side of Tom's face, outlining his body. "Ok, but since it's so close we're walking up there."

"Ok."

We park our cars in the nearest parking lot. We start the mile walk to the hotel. Tom reaches over and grabs my hand. I look over and smile at him. My empty heart is suddenly filled with a new energy. Tom smiles back, not saying a word. We both stop walking at the same time. He turns to face me and he takes my other hand. He leans forward a bit. Our lips are a few inches apart, when the moment is ruined by paparazzi and their clicky flashy cameras.

"FUCKTARDS!" I scream. Tom starts to run and I follow him. I'm faster because I don't have 10 pounds of extra clothes on me, and all my clothes fit. I stop and whisper in Tom's ear.

"Wanna fuck up the already fucked up press?" I ask Tom. He nods. I lunge at him and pull him into a deep kiss. Tom cups my face with his hand. I smile into the passionate kiss. Our noses are touching and I laugh. The photographers are all stunned and for a little while the cameras stop clicking. Then we run again.

We run, laughing and holding each others hand. The photographers are slower lugging around their camera's. We make it to the hotel and get inside. We go to the front desk trying to catch our breath.

"Hallo. I'm Tom Kaulitz, can I please check out a room. Two beds please."

"For how long?" Asks the front desk man.

"I'm not sure."

"How many key cards?" He asks.

"Two." Says Tom.

"Ok." Says the desk guy. I turn around and see a crowd of photographers already here. I nudge Tom and he looks. He smiles.

"Won't this be head lines for tomorrow news." He winks. I hit his arm and he laughs.

"I'm sorry sir. We just booked our last two bed room. We only have rooms with one bed."

"Yea, ok, whatever, we'll take it." Tom says. He nods and hands Tom the key cards.

"Level 5, you're room number is 527." We go up the elevator and press every button before 5.

"Tom! Why did you press every button?" I ask. He shrugs. We walk to our room.

"THIS IS TINY!" Tom shouts. The room has only one bed and a tv. There is a side table in the cornet with two chairs. The bath room looks like the area of a beach towel.

"Shush! We can't REDEN!" I giggle.