Bree's POV
It was getting dark outside and I was still a little tipsy but Lukas had ordered food for us, so that was helping. I was surprised that I could still carry a decent conversation with someone even when I was drunk and it was over Google Translator. Suddenly, a thought hit me.
'Why are you still here?' I typed in and stared at him curiously.
'Because I didn't want anything to happen to you.' He gave me a shy smile and I chuckled.
'But I'm just some dumb American teenager who stumbled into your bar.' He stared at the screen for a little while before turning to me.
'But you obviously need some help.' I didn't know how to reply to that. He was right but I didn't know if I wanted to tell him so.
'Don't you have better things to do than help pathetic teenagers?' His eyebrows rose in shock and he stared at me, concerned.
'Who said you were pathetic? And no, I don't have anything better to do :P' I couldn't help but laugh.
'Who did you call before? Girlfriend, wife… mother?' Lukas poked his tongue at me before typing his response.
'Actually, my boyfriend. I'm gay.' I stared wide-eyed at the screen.
'Really?'
'Really.' A huge smile took over my face as I tackled him in a hug. 'What was that for?' I gave him my 'are-you-shitting-me?' look.
'You are just the person I need right now! Now I know you aren't just here to take advantage of my drunken self!' His face scrunched up cutely as he laughed and I just wanted to squeeze him til his head popped off. Ooh, that's the booze talking. 'Won't your boyfriend be wondering where you are by now?' I saw him glance at the time on my clock and shake his head.
'No. He would have just started work.' I thought for a second before excitedly typing.
'We should have a sleepover!' He burst into laughter and rolled onto his side. He must have misjudged though because the next thing I know, he is on the floor, still laughing his head off. Of course, I found this hilarious so when I got on my hands and knees to help him, I just ended up on top of him. That bought a fresh new round of giggles and we both lay there clutching our stomachs. He was the first to stop laughing; I was still finding the whole thing ridiculously funny. Lukas slapped my ass and motioned for me to get off him but when I tried, I didn't succeed.
"Ohmygod… I'm gonna spew!" I quickly scrambled off the floor and managed to run into the bathroom. Lukas was right behind me, holding my hair out of my face and away from the projectile vomit. "Ohhh," I breathed once I was sure I had finished. Lukas flushed the toilet and got a damp washcloth. He signaled for me move around a little and he sat in behind me. I leaned back into his chest and sighed as he held the washcloth to my forehead. Everything began to catch up with me and I started to cry as Lukas comforted me. We sat on the cold, tile bathroom floor for a while; him holding me as I let everything out.
"Mein Arsch ist wund." He mumbled into my ear and I sniffed, looking at him in confusion. He poked my butt and then scrunched up his face in pain. I let out a laugh and nodded my head, standing up. I only just realized that I was still wearing my boots and bent down to unzip them. Once I got them off and stood on my own two feet, the world didn't feel as tipsy anymore and I actually felt a bit sturdier. We both climbed back onto the bed and continued to talk.
'Can we do something? I'm bored.' Lukas chuckled and nodded.
'What would you like to do?' I was about to start typing when his cellphone went off. He got up and excused himself into the bathroom. Feeling a little thirsty, I got off the bed and went over to the little fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a swig. I heard Lukas end the call and the door open. He looked a little frustrated and disappointed. He made his way over to the computer and started to furiously type. I quickly put the water bottle down and sat down next to him just as he finished.
'I'm sorry I have to go. My boyfriend just got fired. Apparently the boss doesn't like it when you pole dance in the middle of a pharmacy.' I tried to contain my laughter and sent him a forgiving look.
'It's ok. I think I'm nearly sober… nearly.' He grinned and took my phone from my back pocket. 'You need to stop touching my butt, I thought you were gay?' He laughed and blushed a little before handing my phone back to me with his name and number in my contacts.
'Give me a call tonight. Just say 'Es ist Bree' and I will go to my computer and use the listen thing.' I nodded and smiled at him. We both got up and I walked him to the door.
"Bye Bree." He gave me a smile and I pulled him into a hug.
"Danke Lukas. Auf Wiedersehen."
"The Sound of Music?" He gave me a questioning look and I laughed, blushing lightly. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead before turning and walking down the hallway. Once he got to the elevator he turned and waved to me. I shot him a huge smile and waved back before turning to go back into my hotel room.
"Breanna?" A voice I vaguely recognized asked from behind me and I spun around, seeing Georg standing at other end of the hallway, key in the lock of a door.
"Georg?"
"Yeah, what are you doing here?" I ignored his question and ran up to him, leaping onto him and wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. When I let go and stepped back I was face to face with a confused bassist. "Who was that guy?" My eyes widened in shock and I laughed.
"That was Lukas."
"And where is Tom? Bill and Emily? Did something happen? Are you cheating on Tom?" I rolled my eyes and grabbed onto his arm, pulling him towards my room as he spilled more and more questions. Once I got him inside, I shut the door and crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly remembering that I resembled a hooker. "What is going on?"
"Long story short I-"
"No, I want the whole story." I let out a frustrated groan and rubbed my temples, this stress was giving my half-drunken self a serious headache. I walked over to the couch and plopped myself down on it sideways. He followed suit, wearing a cautious and interested expression. I gave him what he wanted and told him the full story. Of course, I cried most of the time but he managed to understand what I was saying.
"Oh Bree. I'm sorry; I shouldn't have made assumptions about you being here." His face had changed to a solemn and apologetic look. I nodded and gave him a smile.
"It's ok. I would probably think the same thing if I saw myself like this with some guy coming out of my room." I motioned to the clothes I was wearing and he smiled a little.
"So… how long do you plan on staying here?" He asked cautiously and I let out a breath, my lips vibrating.
"I really don't know. Maybe… maybe I won't go back at all. God, who am I kidding?" I stood up and started to pace back and forth in front of the couch, thinking out loud. "I love Tom but he probably doesn't want me back now. Heck, I don't know if I would! Maybe I should just call it quits and go home. Maybe I should catch the next flight out of here and go h-" I was cut off by Georg shaking my shoulders and telling me to shut up.
"What are you talking about? I have never seen him so in love with someone before and I know you love him. So stop with all the crap and just get over it." I stared at him blankly for a second, blinking in disbelief. Did he really just tell me to get over it? I felt fury run through my body and I reached my hand up to slap him but he caught it and held it firmly in place. "Just calm down and think about it. I'm not trying to be rude but it's the truth, whether you like it or not." He's right. A little voice sung in the back of my mind and I felt like slapping myself instead. I tried to wriggle my wrists out of his grip but he just tightened it.
"It's ok, I'm not gonna hit you." He carefully took a step back before letting my hands go. "You are right. I guess I just… didn't want to hear it. I don't even know why I'm here." I swung my arms about signaling to the room and Georg flinched a little.
"I think I have an idea why you're here." I gave him a look that said to continue. "You ran away to see if Tom would follow you. You wanted him to show you that he cares." It was as if Georg had just flicked on the light in my head. My eyes widened and I nodded, slowly agreeing.
"I think that's it. But I know that he cares, why would I need to run away to prove it?" That one had him stumped and he sat back down on the couch. I sat down next to him and held my head in my hands. All this thinking is making this headache worse! I could hear sniffing and I looked up to see Georg screwing his face up and leaning away from me.
"You've been drinking."
"Huh?"
"You smell like a brothel… look like one too." I poked my tongue out at him.
"Well thank you for the compliment and yes, I have been drinking. But I haven't done anything, promise. Lukas looked after me." He nodded his head approvingly; one of the first things I had told him was that Lukas batted for the other team. The dimwit thought that I had a thing for gay guys before he finally figured it out. And he's the one accusing me of drinking!
"So… you want me to take you back to the twins' house?" He offered and I thought about it for a while, so long that Georg went to the bathroom and I still hadn't decided.
"Yeah." I finally announced in a quiet voice and looked up at him standing in front of me. A smile broke out across his face and he held his hands out, pulling me off the couch. I couldn't help but smile as well and he chuckled.
"Well, first of all we have to get you sobered up and cleaned up. I know the perfect recipe to get you back on the straight and narrow." I gave him a scared look but he just laughed and pushed me over to my suitcase. "Put some real clothes on, we're going to the grocery store." I did as he said and searched for some warm clothes seeing as the sun had disappeared and the cold had set in. I picked out my long, camouflage cargo pants, a white scoopneck t-shirt and my big, green, army styled jacket. I was in love with it; it had faux fur around the neck and it went down to my knees. I slipped on a trusty pair of converse and cleaned my face of makeup. I look like shit but I'm fucked if I'm applying more eyeliner! I chuckled to myself at my earlier image; eyeliner so thick it was nearly in my eyebrows! If only Bill had seen me…
"Ok, I'm ready." I called out as I stepped out of the bathroom. I looked around but didn't see Georg anywhere, I did notice that my suitcase and bag had been packed though, and were waiting by the door. "Ah, must have gone back to his room." I concluded and grabbed my phone and wallet, shoving them into my back pocket. I have about a thousand pockets in my pants and yet I still put my things in my back pocket. Mentally shaking my head at myself, I picked up my beanie from earlier and slipped it on along with my sunglasses. Ok, so I was going to look pretty darn stupid walking around with glasses on at night but hey, rock stars do it so why can't I? I am going out with one after all. A smile graced my face and I rolled my eyes. He could still make my heart flutter any day! I left my room and locked the door behind me, glancing down the hallway to see if Georg was there. I couldn't see him so I took off in the direction of his room, or where I thought it was at least. Thankfully, he emerged and gave me a smile.
"Sorry, I was just getting my stuff ready."
"It's fine. So what have you got planned for me?" He smirked and walked towards the elevator with me.
"You'll see." I groaned and rolled my eyes, eliciting a giggle from him. We got into his car and drove to the nearest grocery store. I didn't have a clue what half the stuff he was buying was so I just flicked through a magazine. Surprise, surprise there was an article about Tokio Hotel and me and Emily. I scanned the page but I couldn't understand anything apart from our names. There were a few pictures of us, including the revealing one from the beach. My mind wandered back to that night and I found myself grinning stupidly at the photo of Tom and me kissing. Georg approached me and I quickly put the magazine back.
"You in there?" He lowered his voice and leaned a little closer. I just nodded and made sure that the smile was gone. "Right, well do you want anything? Other than alcohol?" I gave him a look before darting towards the fridges, plucking a can of Monster. I spun around and came face to face with Georg.
"What?" I asked and he gave me a fatherly look.
"Do you really think that is going to help?" I shrugged my shoulders and he shook his head at me before heading towards the checkout. I made a mocking face behind him and he spun around, narrowing his eyes at my seemingly innocent expression. "Don't test me."
"Yes daddy." I replied in a childish voice and he sighed, continuing to the checkout. The girl behind the counter kept staring at us funny, so I took up an interest in my phone and pretended to get a message. Once he had paid, we both quickly got out of there before she could ask any questions. I shut the car door with a solid thud and got comfortable in the seat. I felt Georg look at me so I glanced over; we both gave each other a look and began to laugh. "That was a close one, huh?" He nodded and sped out of the parking lot, heading for the hotel we were both staying at. How strange is that? Both staying at the same hotel. There must be like, a hundred other places in this city but we both chose the same one. Weird.
"Hey," I turned my head to him with a confused look. "What are you doing here? I thought you went back home too?" His grip tightened on the steering wheel and he didn't look at me.
"I broke up with my girlfriend." I nodded solemnly in understanding. "I didn't really feel like going home to face my parents so… I just changed hotels. I never thought I'd see you though." He gave me a smirk but I could tell he was just trying to change the subject. Soon enough we pulled into the hotel and got out. He led me to his room, complaining that mine didn't have a blender. As if I wasn't scared enough of what he was going to do; now I know it was going to involve a blender! I sat down on the couch in his room as he prepared God knows what, and turned on the TV. Apparently the show was some sort of comedy but not knowing the language kind of took the humor out of it. I mostly laughed at Georg's laugh because he got the jokes and I didn't. He would occasionally translate one for me and I would crack up but I think I might have still had a little bit of alcohol in my system.
"Here you go." He handed me a glass of… some concoction and I gave him an 'are-you-freaking-kidding-me' look. "Just block your nose and you won't even notice the-"
"Stop! I don't even wanna know what is in this so just let me drink it uninformed." He chuckled and nodded. I took a deep breath before plugging my nose and bringing my lips to the glass. "All of it?"
"All of it!" He smiled evilly and I sneered. He is enjoying this too much! I quickly chugged it down and clamped my mouth shut to stop myself from vomiting. Once I was sure it was going to stay put I death glared Georg.
"Ugh, that was horrible! It better work or else you are in for a very bad punishment!" He took the glass from my hand and cleaned up.
"Go and get your stuff, I won't be long here." I nodded and switched off the TV. I went back to my room, brushed my teeth and got my things, dragging my suitcase out into the corridor. I patiently waited for Georg, tapping my foot to a song in my head and humming along. "Alright, we ready to rock and roll?" I turned my head to see him walking towards me with his stuff.
"Aye aye, Captain!"
"Ah, my eyes won't stay open!" Georg hissed and rubbed his eyes fiercely. We had only been driving for half an hour, how could he be tired already? I looked over to him and smiled deviously.
"Well, they would if I was nice enough to give you any of this!" I swung the half empty can of Monster in his face and he glared at me from the corner of his eye.
"Give me that." He made a grab for it but I quickly swiped it away. "Do you want me to crash this car?" I rolled my eyes and handed the can to him.
"So dramatic!" I mumbled and glanced out the window, not that there was anything to see… it was 8pm. Georg handed the can back to me and I noticed that it was considerably lighter. "Pig." I scoffed and he grinned mischievously. I was starting to get bored so I turned on the radio. I instantly recognized the song as 'Low' by Flo Rida and bopped along. Georg groaned and I gave him a look.
"I hate that song. It's so rude." My eyebrows shot up in surprise and he quickly looked from the road to me, then back to the road. "Well they're always saying disgusting things about women and I don't like that."
"Then how the heck do you put up with Tom?" That just slipped out of nowhere before I could think. Georg glanced at me again. We both new that he wasn't going to answer the question so I just continued to sing along, annoying the crap out of him. He let me though and would even sing along to some songs he knew. The rest of the car trip went quite fast and before I knew it, a familiar house came into view and I started to panic. I hadn't thought of a single thing to say!
"Georg, I don't know what to say." He looked at me and sighed, pulling up in front of the house.
"Well… you'll just have to wing it." I gave him a look. "Um, tell him how you feel. That always works, right?" I slumped back in the seat and crossed my arms.
"It hasn't so far." Georg turned the car off and slightly turned towards me.
"Look, Tom isn't really that good with feelings and emotions so try and be patient." I nodded and leaned across to give him a hug.
"Thanks G. You're really helping me." He gave me a light squeeze before letting go.
"Ah, it's alright. You'd help me too if I was in your position."
"Course." I smiled and opened the door. The cool night air was refreshing but also cruel. My face froze up, brain switched off and I felt like I couldn't really move properly. Somehow I managed to walk up to the door and ring the doorbell. I heard someone sluggish footsteps approach the door and I suddenly remembered that I was shooting blanks. My brain couldn't form words anymore. The door opened and a sad, frustrated looking Bill stood before us.
"Bree?" His face lit up as he lunged forward and grabbed onto me, crushing my body. Damn he's a strong little fella!
"Ow, hey Bill." He pulled away and his smile was so huge I thought he was sure to split in half.
"Wait til Em sees you!" I gave a little chuckle and gave Georg a look as the ecstatic twin yelled throughout the house. "EMILY! Come here!" I turned back just in time to see the blonde come running right at me, screaming like an idiot. She nearly tackled me to the ground as she clung on and even wrapped her legs around me.
"Don't you ever leave me, ever! You scared me so much! You wouldn't answer your phone and I thought you might have gotten killed or kidnapped or raped!" I pried her away from me and laughed.
"Nothing happened to me," I assured her and she seemed to settle down a little.
"Except for a little alcohol." I rolled my eyes at Georg and Emily's eyes went as wide as my ass.
"Alcohol? Alcohol?" She started to rant on about how I shouldn't drink on my own, blah, blah, blah… so I clamped my hand over her mouth.
"Um, can we come in?" I asked and Bill nodded, opening the door further. We shuffled in and my ears immediately heard something beautiful. A piano. I spun around to face Bill. "Is he here?" I mouthed and Bill and Emily looked at each other before nodding.
"We texted you and called you to tell you but-"
"Yeah, yeah I wouldn't pick up, I know. How is he?" The couple glanced at each other again and I raised my eyebrows.
"Devastated. He tried to find you but… he hasn't talked to anyone is the last 3 hours." Guilt built up in my stomach like a balloon being blown up. I nodded and looked into the lounge.
"Where are Simone and Gordon?"
"Oh Gordon took mama out for dinner. I think he just wanted to get her out of the house for a while though. Everything is still a little awkward."
"Ok well, yeah." I left it at that and made my way towards the stairs that led to the basement. I nervously gripped onto my jacket, toying with the fabric of the cuffs. I took a deep breath and slowly crept down the steps. Amazingly, his piano playing made me more relaxed. Somehow, I found myself in front of the studio door, which was open. I just stood at the doorway for a moment, the sight made me stop. There he was, leaning over the piano, fingers brushing over the keys easily.
"Tom?" The music stopped abruptly and his head swung in my direction. As soon as our eyes connected I knew all was forgiven but I could still see the pain in his brown eyes. At that moment, all I wanted to do was run over to him and hold onto him forever but I contained myself. He stood up and stepped away from the black piano. He slowly started walking towards me and the nerves grew in the pit of my stomach. I felt as though I was going to vomit. I inhaled shakily as he stopped in front of me; it wasn't too close to be awkward but there wasn't a large space between us either.
"I love you." My breath caught in my throat and my eyes welled up with tears as he enclosed me in his arms. Tom's strong arms squeezed me close to his chest and I clung onto him. The warmth that radiated off his body melted my heart and I was so overwhelmed with happiness. "I'm sorry." He mumbled into my hair and looked up at him.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for."
"Yes I do," He kissed my forehead and loosened his grip a little, resting his hands on my hips. "I should have said something, I should have told you not to leave and I should have been there to comfort you."
"It's ok. We both made mistakes." I reached up and ran my thumb over his cheek. He smiled before leaning down and softly kissing me. Every nerve in me tingled at the connection between his lips and mine and it felt as though my stomach was doing somersaults. We finally broke apart for air but still kept our foreheads together.
"I love you so much it hurts." He mumbled and I gave a chuckle.
"I guess that's the pain of love, right?"
Ooh I bet you thought she would cheat on Tom with Lukas! Haha suckers! I know the ending is so tacky but I had that scenario in my head for days! Hopefully you liked the chapter though, I got so stuck in the last one that I just had to make Bree go out and have some fun. So now Tom and Breanna are back on track, what do you think I'm planning for the big finale?
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