Seven. Tonight. At his hotel?! The flip-flops began in her stomach again. Emilene let herself fall onto her bed, looking at the ceiling with a wide smile.

What should I wear? I mean, I don't want to look awful, but then again I don't want to look to overdressed.

She rolled off her bed and skipped to her closet. Now, everything just look too cheap, too drab, too colorful or too revealing. Then she remembered the bag of clothes Michelle brought over a few weeks ago, after styling a photo shoot for a tv show. She rummaged through the back of her closet until she found the big, black bag. She threw the articles of clothing on her bed, starting to arrange them into an outfit she would feel comfortable in.

After an hour, the outfit was chosen. She admired the dark blue denim skinny pants, partnered with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbow. She wrapped several beaded necklaces around her neck and let them drape over and inside her shirt. Matching bracelets dangled on her left arm as she pulled her loosely curled hair into a low ponytail. The boots were her own black, knee high boots that she always wore, they were like her safety net. After all the work of picking out an outfit, only the jewelry was what she chosen from Michelle's bag.

She glanced at her bedside clock and noticed that it was 6:45 p.m. The flip-flops returned as she made her way out the door and into the crowded streets of New York.

The Waterway Hotel was magnificent. The inside looked like it was from the Victorian era, with huge vases filled with fragrant freesia and white roses. Chandeliers hung from the ceilings, with mirrors bouncing the sparkling light around the hotel lobby.

Casually, she made her way to the hotel's front desk. Elliot was the name of the front desk attendant.

"Hi, I'm Emma, I am here to meet a friend and he told me to check in at the front desk."

Elliot typed into his computer, gave a smile and handed her a key. "Please use the elevators, insert the key next to number 25. The elevator will take you to that floor. When you arrive, you will proceed to Room 483."

With a smile, Emilene grabbed the key, "Thank you Elliot."

As she entered the elevator she inserted the key next to number 25. Her hands were shaking as she brought them back to her sides. Slowly she was breathing in and out, trying to calm herself down, trying to stop herself from collapsing. As soon as she reached composure, the elevator doors opened, revealing a empty hallway.

Room 483.

She looked at the first few doors and saw that she had to keep walking down the hallway to reach Tom's room. Finally, she was standing in front of his door. She felt her body freeze, she couldn't bring her hand up to knock, and her mind became clouded with "What ifs?"

She shook her head and lightly knocked on his door. She gasped as Tom appeared in front of the open door. He had on a pair of baggy dark denim jeans, with a black oversize t-shirt. This time he didn't have anything on his head, and Emilene saw the beauty in his face. She realized she was staring.

"Hi", she shyly said with a small smile.

"Why don't you come in, or are your going to stand in the hallway all night?", Tom remarked with a sly grin.

Emilene entered his room and saw that it was not a room, but a suite. A little kitchen was to her left, with a small dining room to the right. In front of her were a cozy sized living room and two doors to the right, which she assumed was the bedroom and the bathroom.

"Dinner should be arriving any minute", Tom motioned for her to sit at the dining room table with him.

After she took her seat, room service arrived with dinner. In front of her was an array of fresh salad, pasta, white fish, and mixed vegetables. Together they enjoyed the meal, talking about their childhood, how Tom and Bill were "found", and how to met Georg and Gustav to become Tokio Hotel. Emilene spoke of her rough childhood, but not giving too much detail, as she didn't think it was the appropriate time. Tom was interested in her art, and knowing how she knew that she wanted to make art her life passion.

Emilene wanted to see what the city looked like at night from his balcony. The crisp, night air felt good against her skin. She saw her breath faintly as she breathed; Tom stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. It sent shivers through her body.

"Are you cold?" he whispered gently in her ear. The warmth of his breath brought goose bumps to her neck.

She shook her head, and the continued to watch the streets below. She turned herself around, with her face a bit below Tom's. He was several inches taller than her, and she giggled at the thought of being on her toes to kiss him.

Without thinking, she propped herself on the tip of her toes and leaned into his face. She was reluctant at first, but then pressed her lips against Tom's. Letting her vanilla lip-gloss get on his lips, letting the butterflies intensify in her stomach. She felt Tom wrap his arms around her tighter and he pulled her in close. Her body was pressed against his, and she her heartbeat was so fast; she believed that he could feel it.

Tom's hand moved their way up to her hair, grabbing handfuls as he pulled her in closer. The smell of him filled her nostrils, and the taste of him was divine. Somehow they made their way back to the living room, on the white leather couch. Their heavy panting and gasps could be heard in between their kisses. Emilene propped herself on Tom's lap, running her hands on his chest. She felt Tom's hands move to the front of her shirt, and he began to slowly unbutton it.

That's when Emilene stopped; she pulled herself away from Tom, got off of his lap and sat next to him. She was trying to regain her breath, her composure.

"What is wrong Emma?"

She turned away from Tom's questioning look, and buttoned up her shirt. "I… I can't do this. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it further."

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke; she felt a hand brush her hair away from her face. She looked up to Tom's sweet face; he didn't look upset or hurt by what happened. Instead, his eyes displayed comfort and longing.

"We don't have to do anything your not comfortable with."

Emilene smiled, "I think I should go, I need to get some fresh air. Thank you again for dinner, it was very sweet."

She made her way to the door, as she opened it Tom grabbed her free arm.

"Please stay."

She pulled herself into Tom, and took in the smell of him. "I'm sorry, I can't. It's not you at all Tom, I just can't right now."

As she pulled away she saw sadness in his eyes, again, she reached on her toes and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Please don't forget me Tom."

Emilene waited until she was in the elevator to let the sobs come, she didn't want to leave him, leave the moment, but she couldn't go through with it. She wouldn't let herself be another conquest, but the pain in her heart was strong. She knew that she fell for him in a matter of days.