Peace of mind. || Tom Kaulitz

22. | Burnt eggs. |

-I wish we could be like this forever.-I mumble under my nose, while slowly drawing shapes on Toms chest.

We were laying in bed, enjoying the fresh morning air coming from the open window. My head was comfortably laying on Toms chest, his arms wrapped around me, sometimes stroking my hair or my shoulder.

-Me too, Sonnenschein, me too.-Tom sighs and pulls one of his hands away, to grab a cigarette from the night stand.

-Does that mean sunshine in german?-i ask him, looking a bit confused and he nods, grinning from ear to ear.

-That's right.

I grab the lighter, lighting up the cig for him. He smiles at me thankfully and after inhaling a few times, gives it to me. I mumble a 'thank you' and inhale the smoke.

-I wish you could just break up with him.

I freeze from his sentence.

-I can't, Tom.-i sigh and put the cigarette to my lips one more time, before giving it back to him.

-Why not?-he asks, getting annoyed and I look at him with my brows furrowed.-I'm sorry for my tone, but seriously Dakota.

-I'm scared, okay? I...-i stop, but after a few seconds I continue.- I'm scared of what he's going to do. I'm scared he's going to hurt himself or me.

-I will be there if you need me, Dakota. To protect you or to stop him from doing anything to himself. Hell, Bill would even come to help if you would want.

He puts out the cigarette into the ashtray and hugs me again. I relax into his arms and try to hug him back, but only with one arm.

-I just need a bit more time, okay?

-How much time do you need, Dakota?

-It won't be long, I promise.-I mumble, hiding my face in his neck.

I lift my head up, when i hear a faint sound of yelling. Looking confused at Tom, i stand up and put on some shorts and a shirt he gave me, before i walk to the door and open it.

-Bill?-i yell out.

-Guys, breakfast is ready!

Tom immediately jumps up from the bed and out of a dresser grabs some pants and puts them on. He runs up to me, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. I shriek and grab on to his arm, trying not to fall.

-Tom, let me down!

-In a second.

I feel my butt get a few slaps and we leave the bedroom. When we enter the living room, Tom carefully puts me down on the sofa and walks up to the small kitchen island, grabbing two plates and bringing them to the coffee table in front of me.

Bill sits down next to me with his own plate, on the left of me, and Tom sits down on my right side. I look at the plates and see some eggs and bacon, some ketchup and a toast on the side.

-Just don't flip the eggs around.-Bill says, trying to contain his laughter.

I raise one of my eyebrows and do exactly what he said I shouldn't. The other side of the egg was almost black from how burnt it is. The other egg was burnt too. Tom checked his eggs and they were also burnt on one side.

-How did you even manage to do that on all of the eggs?-i ask, trying to cut the egg and struggling a bit.

-Well not all of them.-he giggles.

I look at his fork, both sides of his egg nicely cooked. Then i flip his eggs around with my fork and see that both of them are perfectly cooked.

-Die guten Eier hast du nur für dich behalten, Bruder?(You kept the good eggs just for yourself, brother?)-Tom says something in german and i look at him questionably.