Hate, love, cars and mafia together in Tokyo /Tom Kaulitz story/

34.He loves me, he loves me not

Taylor's POV

"Wh-what are you doing?" I mumbled as I nuzzled my head into the warm object that was moving me. A voice rumbled something but I didn’t catch what the person was saying but I could feel the vibrations in my ear.

I was in that state of half awake, half asleep. That moment when you aren’t really aware of your surrounding. I felt myself getting carried as I had wrapped my arms around the person’s neck before I felt the material of soft sheets grazing my skin. I made a small moaning sound in pleasure as I wrapped my fingers around the fluffy cover.

Even though I currently felt like I was on cloud nine, I felt like I was being watched. I wanted to continue to drift off to sleep but I forced myself to wake up some more. With a slight yawn I turned and saw the black silhouette of a man. I was about to yelp in fear, but I contained myself as the sudden adrenaline that started pumping in my veins, flowed away, and I breathed deeply out instead.

"Tom?" I whispered, my voice sounding weaker that I thought. I blinked a few times and could see him better in the small light that existed in the room. He was looking down his lap as he was sitting to the side on the other part of the bed.

I crawled slightly closer to him and put a pillow over my elbow and under my head as I leaned onto it, looking up at Tom.

"When did you get back?" I asked softly as he slowly met my eyes with his own. He looked tired, stressed out and almost a bit ashamed. Worry was building in my stomach, he had been looking like this for a while now, the little that I had seen of him. I didn’t now how much more I could take of him looking and behaving like this. It was starting to really affect me as well.

"A few minutes ago. I carried you up from the sofa" he said in a low voice as he turned slightly and started undressing himself by taking off his sneakers.

"Oh"

 In silence I watched as he pulled off his t-shirt over his head, revealing the long bent scar he had next to his shoulder blade. He quickly took off his jeans and threw them away. It looked like he hesitated a moment before turning towards me.

With an uncertain smile I scooted away for him to get some room in the bed as he lifted up the cover and crawled in. I managed to slip out of my own clothes and just dumped them on the floor.

They landed with a thump next to the bed’s legs as I felt the coolness of the bed. I stretched out my hand and grabbed my sleepwear, containing of a smaller lent t-shirt from Georg and a pair of shorts. I quickly slipped into them and pulled my fingers through my hair.

I suddenly felt Tom snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as I took the opportunity to his sudden attempt for intimacy and nuzzled my head into his firm chest. I pressed myself a little bit nearer to him. This was the closest I had been to Tom in what felt like weeks. I was famished for him.

"Tom is everything okay?" I asked low and felt him tightening his grasp around me.

"Yes" he said tiredly. As his body warmth started to heat me up, I realized how empty I had felt without his touch.

I knew I shouldn’t continue asking but his behavior had been so oddly and I really wanted to get what he was going through. But of course, Tom kept me in the dark of what was really going on. It wasn’t him in any way to act like he was. Not wanting to talk to anyone, avoiding other people and, looking tired and frustrated all the time and looking like he was filled with shame, but I’m not really sure if it was over himself or someone else.

"Really?" I cooed.