One Whisper- Tom Kaulitz

Begs and Apologies

smut warning 🤫

I sat on the toilet scrolling through instagram. Another notification from Bill pops up on my screen.

Bill 🤍- "Envy please it's been a whole week, the tabloids weren't that bad. Pls come speak to Tom."

It had been a week. The photos came out, some tabloids claiming I was a man stealer and others named me as 'Tom Kaulitz's new lady'.

I flicked the notification off the screen. I went to the shops with Leo and I had Tokio Hotel fan girls coming after me.

Bill had been left on delivered. I felt bad I really did, he didn't deserve it but if I answered back he would just want me to come over and speak to Tom.

Since last week, my relationship has bloomed with Leo. I've learnt a lot about him and I've spent lots of time with him.

Bill 🤍 is calling

I answered. I could tell he was getting worried.

"Yes?"

"Envy why didn't you answer any calls or texts? I've been worried sick."

I missed his voice.

"I'm sorry i've just been caught up being with my boyfriend."

That was a lie. He's not my boyfriend, we aren't official.

"Boyfriend? Envy please come visit. Tom hasn't left his room and I'm worried."

Oh. I fiddled with my hands.

"Fine, I'll be over."

I ended the call. I got off the toilet and quickly rushed to my room throwing on a jumper and sweats. I looked at my reflection. I looked rough but I'm guessing Tom would too so. I doused myself in perfume and left my apartment.

I was scared. Would it be awkward?

****

knock knock

My hand left the door. A second later it flung open. I didn't have time to process what was happening when Bill pulled me into a hug.

"dumme hündin (stupid bitch)".

I snaked my arms round his neck, hugging him back.

A wave of emotion passed as a tear rolled down my cheek.

I escaped the hug and pulled back, looking at Bill. He looked tired.

"Bill, I don't have a boyfriend.", I muttered. His cheeks upturned as a little smile plastered across his face.

"Go see him Envy.", he said pushing my shoulders towards his door.

Once I reached Tom's door, I was apprehensive on weather I should or not. I looked back at Bill. His eyebrows were raised and his hand ushered me to go in.

So I did.

The bedroom smelt of sweat, his curtains were closed so no light could be let in and he was in bed, completely swallowed by his duvet. I walked over and laid down. He moved to face me.

"Tom.", I said.

He moved his arm to around my waist, moving his head to my chest.