Collide ♔ Tom Kaulitz

c h a p t e r ♕ f o u r t e e n

I checked my watch as Tom and i walked, 7:45pm.

"How much time do we have?" Tom asks, reading the worried look on my face.

"About an hour." I reply sadly. Time seems to pass me by when i am with him. I think i could stay here forever.

He nods. We stop in front of a tall brick building. I furrow my eyebrows at him, questioning why he brought me here. He replies with a simple smile.

Opening a wooden door he leads me up a spiral staircase. As i reach the top i notice the moon light peaking through large holes in the ceiling. I stand there staring through the broken wooden panels to the stars in the sky.

Tom walks across the small room and i hear him set the bottle of wine on the on the wooden floor. I turn to face him when i notice the large metal bell in the middle of the room.

My eyes light up with wonder and astonishment as i look at the bell that is easily five times my size. Tom's laugh startles me from my gaze at the old tarnished metal.

"Back in the day, this used to be a bell tower. My grandmother used to go to this church when she was young." He points through the fragmented wood to a wonderfully beautiful church.

"She used to tell me stories of when she was a little girl and the bell would ring three times just before mass began. Three rings for the holy trinity. They boarded this place up in the late 90's and they bell has never been rung since." He smiles, looking at his faint reflection in the tarnished gold colored metal.

"That's a shame. Something this beautiful should never be hidden." I run my fingers over the bell, feeling every minor line and crease.

"I agree." He whispers, running his thumb down the side of my cheek as he admires my big brown eyes.

His stare feels so intense and soul touching. I swear i can feel my heart beat in my knees.

I watch as he slowly removes his jacket, looking at the bell. He turns away from me, retrieving the bottle of wine on the floor. He removes the black outer seal from the neck of the bottle. Pulling out his pocket knife he jams it in the top and tugs until we both hear a pop from the cork.

After handing me the bottle, he turns around and places his jacket on the old wooden floor. My eyes catch a small smear of blood on the back of his white shirt.

"Oh my god. Are you bleeding?" I walk swiftly over to him, examining the back of his shirt.

"What!?" He turns around in confusion.

"Your shirt." I pull the white cotton shirt away from his torso, showing him the blood.

"Awe. My favorite shirt." He frowns.

I stare at him in bewilderment. "Tom. Who's blood is this?"

"No ones. It's okay. I just had to handle some business earlier thats all." He places his hand on the side of my head, smoothing down my hair.

"That's why you were late?" I ask, looking up to his eyes.

He nods slowly.

"Wow." I shake my head as my eyes roll to the side.

"Don't ever roll your eyes at me." He demands, still smoothing the side of my hair.

My eyes cut back to his empty and cold stare. "I thought you weren't coming." I mutter softly.

"I'm here now." He says, his clenched jaw softening.

"What were you doing?" I ask as a small smirk picks up from the corner of his mouth.

"Oh my god." I say, my jaw dropping. "The guy from the mall."

He nods. "I said i'd always protect you and i meant it Francesca."

"He seemed scared enough. I don't think whatever you did was necessary." I shake my head.

I know Tom is a man of the mafia but i can't picture him violent, no matter how hard i try. Yeah, he may be cold and reserved but dangerous? I know if i continue the direction i'm headed, i'll see that side of him eventually. But i'm not sure if that's something i can handle.

"He can't ever touch you again with out a hand." He shrugs his shoulders walking towards an opening in the wall. I stand there, stunned at what just came out of his mouth.

"You cut off his hand!? For touching me!?" I yell at him.

"You're a smart girl Francesca, you know what men like him do. They take what they want, and that includes pristine untouched virgins like you." He stares me up and down.

I quickly shut my mouth that hangs open. "I think the words you're looking for is thank you." He smirks softly.

"Thank you. But i know it wasn't solely for me." I take a swig of the wine, letting him watch me drink the bitter liquid.

"Touching what is mine does not come with out consequences." He saunters over to me slowly, taking the bottle from my hand.

i swallow the lump stuck in my throat. I liked being called his. No. I REALLY liked being called his.

I never thought i'd feel this was about a man i wasn't married to. This is far from allowed in my world, so why did it feel so right?

Toms cellphone rings from inside his pocket, catching both of our attention.

"Hello?" he answers casually.

All expression falls from his face as he looks to me. He looks as if he's seen a ghost.

"It's for you." He holds the phone out towards me.