[REWRITING] 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 • Tokio Hotel

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gigi's outfit (ignore the bow idk where that's meant to be for)

It was 5pm on a Saturday, and Gigi didn't expect to be left alone. Usually, she'd be with one of the girls, but they were all busy. There were no parties on. Her parents were at work. She had nothing to do.

She sighed, "Fuck it."

She grabbed one of her many handbags from her closet, shoving in her phone, her lighter and her perfume.

She threw on a basic outfit, figuring she wouldn't be keeping it on for long anyway.

The walk to Tom and Bill's place was only about five minutes. When she knocked on the door, Bill answered.

"Hey, Bill! Is Tom home?"

Bill smirked. "He's in his bedroom."

"Thanks!"

Gigi ran up the stairs, walking into Tom's bedroom. She didn't bother knocking, she'd seen everything there was to see.

"Hey, Tom-" She said as she carefully opened the door. However, she heard quiet sobs. "Tom?"

"Gigi?" He asked. He quickly wiped his tears and attempted to regain composure. Gigi walked over to his bed and sat down next to him, taking off her shoes and placing them next to the bed.

"Tom, don't try and hide it, I heard you. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, it's stupid."

"It can't be that stupid if it's got you crying like this."

Tom was a mess. Underneath his eyes were puffy and red, his eyes were half shut, his cheeks were red and, no matter how hard he tried, the tears wouldn't stop pouring from his eyes. He hated that Gigi, or anyone for that matter, was seeing him like this.

"I just- I can't handle it."

"Handle what?"

"Everything, Gigi! I'm so stressed. The band's trying so hard to get a record deal, but no one's taking us on. I'm really struggling in school. My feelings are all over the place, and I feel like I can't say anything about it, because everyone else is stressed, too, I just- Fuck. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing's wrong. It's okay to feel upset, some people just break down sometimes, it's normal. Now, you decide how you take control of the situation."

"That's the problem, it feels like I have no control."

"Yeah, that's what it feels like. That doesn't mean it's true. You don't have control over the things that happen in your life, but you have control over how you handle those things. Come here."

Gigi lay down and Tom lay on her stomach, his arms around her waist and hers around his shoulders. She ran her fingers through his dreads.

Tom felt safe for a minute, before realising that it was Gigi he was with. She only ever came over for one thing. He didn't mind at first, but it had gotten tiring.

"You just wanna fuck," he said. Gigi sighed. She felt guilty now.

"I did," she said. Tom lifted his head up and moved so that him and Gigi's faces were on the same level, but their arms were still wrapped around each other. "But I think, now, my feelings have changed."

"What do you mean?"

Gigi moved her arms from Tom's shoulders and placed a hand on either side of his cheek. She moved forward, placing a tender kiss on his lips.

"I thought you said kissing makes you fall in love."

"I wouldn't be completely opposed to that."

okay jsut to clarify gigi is NOT in love with tom (yet) but she likes him romantically so she knows she will be at some point