Chapter 37

"Can you get the door?" Tom asked as we approached our hotel room.

"Where's your key?"

"Here." Tom reached into his pocket with his left hand, the good one, and handed me the wallet. His right hand was wrapped in gauze and medical tape. I pulled out the room key for him because it hurt his hand to do so. Every time he bent his fingers, the skin across his knuckles would stretch, which was also stretching the cut across his hand.

I handed him back the wallet and put the key card in the door. Earlier in the evening, around midnight, we stopped by the emergency room to have a doctor look at his hand, and pull out little shards of glass in the cut. It wasn't so deep, but it was enough that any type of movement of the skin would cause pain. The doctor had told Tom to leave the wound alone, and change the bandages every so often so it could heal properly. Tom tried to act like it didn't hurt when the glass was being removed, but Bill and I could easily see it was hurting him. He couldn't fool us.

Even though Tom was only slightly injured, Bill was worried for him. He was the first to run to Tom after the glass broke and the blood started to run. Bill yelled at me to bring him a towel, I did, to apply pressure to the cut. I giggled slightly as Bill kept asking Tom if he was all right. Tom would nod his head and say he was fine, but then Bill would ask if he was really ok. It wasn't until Tom had said "Bill. I'm fine. I'm alive and breathing. I will be ok. It's just a little blood. Don't worry about me, please?" Bill only stared at Tom before finally accepting his answer.

On the way back from the emergency room, we discussed the next show. Bill and I were concerned that Tom wasn't going to be able to play, but Tom assured us that no matter what, there would be no reason to cancel the upcoming concert in three days.

"Baby!" I heard a voice say as soon as I walked in the door.

"Hi mom." I said and was engulfed in her arms. She was leaving tomorrow morning on a plane back to California.

"I can't believe Sean! What does he think he's doing trying to ruin my baby's career?" My mom hugged me tighter.

"How'd you know it was Sean?" I asked as soon as she let go.

"Who else would have that picture?" She then gave me a stern look. "Don't think for one second, that I didn't know what you two were up to back then."

"Why didn't you talk to me then?"

"I was hoping you would come to be about it… but you never did." She sighed. "Oh well. That was the past. You don't do that anymore do you?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "No way. I'm done with that stuff.

"That's my girl." My mom hugged me again. Tom stood in the door awkwardly watching, one hand in his pocket, the other resting at his side. "Dawn called. Sean's been found." She smiled when she pulled away.

"Really?" Already? I just saw him today.

"Yes. Said a cop spotted him here in Germany and said he needed to go in for questioning. Sean said no and would only be questioned in California." This was good news. "He is on a plane to the US as we speak."

"That's great mom." It really was, but I was a little too tired to be enthusiastic right now.

"But," There's always a 'but'. "The police want you to come out and give them an official statement and your plans on pressing charges or not."

"Out to California?" I asked.

"Only for a couple days, a week at the max. Think you could do that?"

"I guess so…" A couple days away from Tom wouldn't be so bad. Although I would rather not to leave him at all, but I knew I had to get this taken care of. The sooner it was out of my hair, the more time I would have with Tom.

"I don't have to do any interviews do I?"

"No. None are scheduled. All you need to do is fly out to California, talk to the police, state if your pressing charges, and then come back to Germany." My mom smiled. She made it sound so simple, but it wasn't. If I pressed charges, I would have months of court to do deal with, and that was one thing I did not want to do. I wanted to focus on my relationship with the guys and my acting career, not Sean and his stupid mistakes. I mean seriously, does he realize whom he's messing with? I'm not exactly a nobody. Because of who I am and how I make my case out to be, I could have him in jail for years.

"When would I leave?"

"Tomorrow, on the plane with me. We need to be at the airport by 10 in the morning."

"I'll go." I said figuring this was my best option for this whole mess.

"Good. Now I'm going to my room to get some sleep. Gustav, such nice boy, offered to let me use his room. He said he would sleep on the loveseat in Georg's room."

"That was nice of him. Well… good night mom." I hugged her and she said good night, leaving Tom and I alone for the rest of the night.

Tom barely moved aside as my mom left our room. He just stood there and watched me with tired eyes.

"You're aloud to talk ya know." I said as Tom continued to be silent. "Tom, it's only going to be a few days… I'll be back."

"Good." Tom finally spoke after being quiet the entire conversation with my mom. "I'm glad that you'll be able to get this whole situation dealt with."

"Oh…" I wasn't expecting that answer. I was expecting him to complain about how he didn't want me to leave. I liked his real answer better. "Well ya…"

"I'm going to change now." Tom said and walked to his suitcase, pulling out basketball shorts and another baggy t-shirt.

"Can I sleep in your clothes again?" I blurted out, not even thinking about what I was going to say. "There're uh… there're more comfortable then mine." Which was true. Tom turned and smirked before throwing another pair of his basketball shorts at me. He was just about to grab a clean shirt when I stopped him. "No. I want the one you're wearing now."

Tom gently padded over to me; the smirk still hadn't left his face. "Here princess." He raised his arms and pulled off the shirt, trying to avoid hitting the cut hand. He was standing in front of me with a bare chest. My eyes widened a bit and I couldn't help but take all of Tom in. I was quite surprised to see that Tom didn't have another t-shirt on underneath like he usually did. "Yes, I know I'm that gorgeous."

I rolled my eyes as they instantly snapped up into his. "Your so full of yourself." He laughed and I grabbed the shirt out of his hand, making my way to the bathroom.

"Where's your shirt?" I asked as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom in his wonderfully smelling shirt and baggy basketball shorts.

Tom was sitting on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. The sheets and blankets were pulled down. "Well you seemed to be enjoying the view so I figured, hey, why not let her enjoy it a little longer." He broke into a smile.

"Who said I enjoyed the view?" I tried to not blush as I climbed onto the bed with him after throwing my old clothes on my suitcase. I got to sleep next to the shirtless Tom Kaulitz. Be jealous girlies.

"Your eyes and your speechlessness told me." Tom waited me for me to snuggle and get comfortable next to him, before putting his arm around my shoulder.

I glanced down at his bandaged hand that was now in front of me. "Does it still hurt a lot?"

"Who said it hurt to begin with?"

"Your eyes and your face told me." I smiled, mocking Tom, who just rolled his eyes.

"Well… yes it does hurt. Just a little bit though." Tom just had to be a man about it.

"Fine then." I giggled and then got quiet. "Are you not upset that I'm leaving?"

Tom's smug face broke. "Of course I'm upset. What gave you the idea that I wasn't?"

"Well, you don't seem to be making an effort to stop me from going, so…"

"Sadie." I looked into his eyes. "This is something that is important and that you need to deal with. I don't want to be the one to get in the way of that. I want this to be finished so then I can see your smiling face more often. I'm not going to interfere with you getting Sean's ass in jail."

I looked at Tom for a few more moments before leaning and kissing his lips gently. Tom was pleasantly surprised, but didn't waste any time kissing me back.

I could feel Tom shift slowly so that he was more above me, but then he suddenly pulled away. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to." He whispered.

"I want to though." I said and cupped his face with my hand and kissed him again. Tom again, didn't hesitate to kiss me back. We somehow ended up from leaning against the headboard, to laying flat on the bed, Tom still above me. He ran his fingers through my hair, as I tasted the silver ring on his lip. He was very slow with his movements, and didn't touch really touch anywhere but my head. Just as Tom was opening his mouth more, Sean's face ran through my head. I stopped and Tom raised an eyebrow. "I'm fine." I lied. I wanted to actually get somewhere with Tom. Kissing him made me feel more adult, less of a child. That somehow, someone was actually taking me seriously as I grew up into a young women instead of saying a kid forever.

He didn't seem to register that I was only saying that, so he instantly bent down to kiss me again. I erased the image of Sean and tried to focus solely on Tom. It seemed to be working as our kiss deepened, but as soon as tongues were getting involved I pulled away. Not because I was disgusted, because I was definitely not, but because the memory of Sean shoving his tongue down my throat suddenly appeared.

I moved away from Tom, only to accidentally roll on top of his injured hand.

"Ow!" He yelled and pulled his arm out from under me.

"Sorry!" My face went red with embrassement, but Tom only laughed.

"I'll be ok." Tom then ran a finger gently down the side of my face. "But will you be?"

"Huh?

"It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know why you pulled away." Tom said knowingly.

"Oh…" I then sighed angrily. "I just can't seem to get him out of my head! It's not fair! I can't do anything without him interfering somehow…" I choked as tears of frustration rushed to my eyes.

"This won't last forever Sadie." Tom lightly stroked my hair. "You'll get through it soon enough."

"Soon is to far away." I sniffed and wiped a stray tear of my face.

"You don't honestly expect yourself to suddenly be able to pull through this and act as if nothing happened do you?" I shrugged as Tom continued. "It's going to take time and I'm going to be here every step of the way."

"I don't deserve someone that is so kind and understanding like you." I turned and mumbled into his chest. His smooth, tight chest…

Tom laughed lightly. "What do you mean? Yes you do. I should be saying the same for you."

"Whatever… I'm the idiot who went over to Sean's in the first place." I grumbled.

"Your not an idiot. You didn't know what Sean was planning."

"I should have seen it coming." I whispered, my lips lightly touching his chest as I spoke.

"Ah Sadie…" Tom sighed and then kissed the top of my head. "I would love to continue talking to you, but we need to get sleep. You have to get up early." I nodded, so Tom turned to the light on his side of the wall and switched it off.

"I took a pregnancy test." I said what had been on my mind all evening.

Tom jerked up and even in the dark I could see his intense eyes. "What?"

"It was negative."

"Thank God." Tom settled back into the bed and once again, I snuggled up to him. I didn't plan on telling him that they weren't the real results yet.

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IT'S OUT! FINALLY!

Sorry guys. I didn't mean for it to take this long. My schedule is getting busier and is starting to interfere with my writing time. And that doesn't make me happy. I like writiing WAY MORE then I like doing some of the other stuff I have to do. New chapter sometime this weekend.

I'm thinking this story should be done somwhere towards the end of June.

But I will be back with a sequel. :]