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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Bill’s POV ||

When it came to math, I was at a loss. Who honestly cared what x squared plus z to the third power divided by eight over seven times negative twelve q equaled? It was just a bunch of numbers and letters that didn’t make any sense to me. I didn’t care about numbers, not even when it came to money. All I did was slide my mom’s gold credit card she gave me through the machine and I was done.

But Tom… he was smart. Really good with the numbers and symbols and put them in a way that made sense to me. I won’t even lie, the whole time he was helping me- I wasn’t even thinking about my plan to win him over Georg. He was just… helping me. Afterwards, I realized it was probably a bad idea, since that was more of a friend-like thing to do, and I didn’t want to get to be Tom’s friend. I wanted more. I wanted him in bed. But maybe this could help me… after all; I did get a smirk from him after I was officially in the band with the other guys.

Though that had been almost two weeks ago, Tom had gone back to his completely fixed nature. Wait, no, strike that. Tom was worse then he had been before. Because now, he wasn’t even looking at Georg. I’d say I was starting to feel bad for Georg, but then… that would be admitting I’d done something wrong. And really, I haven’t done anything wrong. I just pointed out the obvious. It’s not my fault that Tom never realized it before hand.

I was getting along better with Tom, I wasn’t afraid he was going to kill me in my sleep anymore. He still hardly looked at me or even acknowledged me, but when he did it wasn’t with a death glare. I was starting to get to know him more… when he was in a good mood, I got a half-smirk. If he was just like he was normally, I just got his blank stare he gives everyone. And when he was pissed, he just didn’t look at me at all.

I was lucky that he didn’t hate me as much anymore, since we had homework together now as well. Since the guys and I were starting the band and getting our free periods changed, absolutely everyone just had to change theirs as well, which ended up in Lacy changing everyone’s schedule’s around.

Homework was right after breakfast with Tom, then I had group with Lacy and after that I either had to see my mum if she came up or go to my own ‘sex therapy’ session. After was lunch, and after that was free period with the guys. Then a few classes I was being forced to take before dinner. But none of that really mattered. I didn’t know anyone else’s schedule but my own, even though I wanted to know Tom’s. I had tried to figure out his, but it seemed impossible. Actually, I was starting to wonder if Tom even had any classes other then his private group with Lacy.

Tom, Georg, Gustav, and I all sat at the same table during every meal. According to Lacy, this was major progress for Tom. She was really happy he was starting to interact with more people then just Georg. Maybe his own private group was a good thing.

I couldn’t lie; I was starting to like things more around here. Especially since I got to spend more time with Tom then I did before.

”Tomi? What are you doing up?” I asked my roommate who was sitting on his bed, staring at me. What had I done this time? I don’t think I had done anything to make him angry lately… had I? “Tom?” I asked again, “Why… are you staring at me. You’re kinda freaking me out a bit.” He was freaking me out a lot.

He just smirked at me, as silent as ever. His smirk sent a shiver down my spine, especially when he got up from his bed and walked over to me. “Tom, I-” His hand grabbed a fist full of my hair and I hissed before Tom’s mouth was on mine in a bruising kiss. I was shocked to say the least, but I kissed him back. My arms linked around his shoulders and I pulled him closer, parting my lips to deepen the kiss.

He pushed me down against my bed, straddling my hips without ever breaking our lips apart, catching my moans in his mouth. I don’t know what was possessing Tom to do this, but right now, I didn’t really care. All I knew is that he was kissing me, and I wanted it.

I slid my hands down his back, sliding them under his oversized t-shirt he was wearing to bed to touch his skin underneath. Warm. Soft. Perfect.

He pulled our lips away from each others and I whimpered, I didn’t want him to stop. But before I knew what was happening, Tom was pulling my shirt off and I let him, taking his off right after. Within seconds we were both naked and Tom was grinding against me, earning moans and mewls from my parted lips and his own attached to my neck. “Oh, god… Tomi, please.” I begged him, I needed him.

He didn’t make me wait. He slid two of his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them eagerly, earning my own groan from the boy on top of me. He pulled his fingers from my mouth, trailing kisses down my body before he slid them both inside of me and I arched up in pleasure. After only a few seconds I was moving my hips with his fingers, forcing him to go deeper inside of me. “God, Tom… fuck me.” I moaned out, he only smirked at me again, catching my lips in his own as he pulled his fingers out and positioned himself at me entrance.

I locked my legs around his waist as he pushed inside of me and made me nearly scream. After a few thrusts, I was screaming. “TOM!”

“Ow, fuck…” I hissed, rubbing my head where something hit it and my eyes opened, only to see that Tom wasn’t on top of me. I turned my head to see a very angry Tom glaring at me and I flushed. I had only been dreaming… what had I said out loud? Had I woken him up? There was no point in asking him anything… he wouldn’t answer me anyways.

I sighed and sat up, only then becoming away of a very painful hard on. Awe, fuck me. This couldn’t get any worse. I looked back at Tom for a moment and he was holding his hand out like he wanted me to give him something. I was confused, yet again. I looked around me to see a book lying next to me. That’s what must have hit me in the head. I looked at it as I picked it up and gave Tom a wide eyed look. He just gave me a look that so clearly said ‘Say anything and you’ll die.’ Well, no wonder it had hurt so badly, I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a bruise from this thing! I never would have pegged Tom for one who read Harry Potter books.

“Sorry I woke you up,” I finally said as I tossed to book to him, I couldn’t exactly get up from my bed. He just glared at me again and flung the book under his bed before he pulled his covers over his shoulders and rolled back over so his back was to me. I gulped back some and closed my eyes, thinking of anything and everything to will my hard on to go away. It wasn’t easy; my thoughts kept going back to Tom… and to my dream.

Fuck. It had been such a nice dream too.

My best guess was that I had only been groaning or something in my sleep and hadn’t said Tom’s name out loud at all. Either that, or Tom didn’t remember a thing because at breakfast, he opted to sit next to me rather then Georg. Gustav had taken the last chair before Georg got a chance to move to Tom’s other side.

“Gustav, you’re such a fucking asshole,” Georg hissed at him and I rolled my eyes, glancing at Tom for a moment. He caught my eye and rolled his own before going back to picking at his powered egg substance. Georg had become really good at being a bitch lately.

“Georg, stop acting a like a girl because Bill and I are sitting next to Tom and you’re not.” Gustav told him with a sigh, shaking his head at the rapidly flushing Georg and I instantly blocked them out. I was getting tired of Georg’s hissy fits. Gustav only provoked him like that because he liked Georg, I’ve decided it. Everyone but James in our group has to be gay. I see the smirk that falls over Gustav lips every single time he starts fucking with Georg. He either really, really likes him, or enjoys seeing our bassist get really, really pissy.

“Tom,” I said softly, poking his shoulder to get his attention. He turned his head and looked at me, his eyes and face completely barren of any expression, he was alright now. He wasn’t pissed, he wasn’t happy. “Are you done with that? I don’t wanna hear Georg screech and I was wondering if you could help me with my math again.”

Tom watched me for a moment before looking at the G-strings, sure enough Georg’s cheeks were turning pink and he punched Gustav in the arm, snapping at him again with his voice going an octave higher. I wasn’t lying to him, I did need his help with math again, I started a new chapter yesterday and just got completely lost all over again. Tom pushed himself up from the table, looking at me for a moment before heading towards the doors, me following quickly after him.

“What are you working on, Bill?” Gustav asked as h made his way into the music room for practice, I was sitting in the corner with my lyric book propped up on my knees. I waved my hand at him, telling him to go away with the small gesture before I sucked the eraser of my pencil back into my mouth. I had an idea for another song, but for the life of me I couldn’t get it to sound right. “Let me see it?”

“No!” I yelped, holding the book close to my chest and looking up at him with wide eyes, “The songs cannot be seen until I finish writing them. It just goes like that.” I told him, he rolled his eyes at me. “I’m serious, Gustav. It’s bad luck otherwise and I’ll never be able to finish it.”

“I just thought I’d be able to help, is all. It’s how a band works, Yanno.” He told me and I frowned, just shaking my head at him and waving my hand once again. When he walked away, I swear he mumbled something about how Tom could probably see it if he asked. He’s wrong there though, I don’t like Tom like that, I just want him to fuck me.

Though another part of me keeps telling me that Gustav was right, if Tom wanted to see it, I’d probably let him see it.

I peaked over my book to look at said dreadlocked boy in question and smiled slightly to myself. I liked watching him play guitar like that. Everyone was pretty much doing their own thing, we didn’t really have many songs yet. Mainly because I had only showed them one of them- since it was the only one I had finished. But the guys were still working on the music for it. But Tom… watching him was something else.

He got this serious look on his face when he played, but like, a relaxed serious. When he played, it was the only time I ever saw him relaxed. I was listening to the frets he was playing, each of them forming together to make something really pretty. I was soon tapping my toe to him playing and humming softly to myself. The more he played though, my eyes grew wide and a grin spread across my face, “THAT’S IT!” I cried happily, jumping to my feet.

Tom and the others stopped what they were doing and looked at me with almost completely identical confused expressions. “Tom, that was it! That’s the music that goes with this song!” I told, everything was fitting perfectly together in my head now, words that I hadn’t been able to think of moments before were starting to fit themselves in flawlessly. It was so perfect! “Tom, please... play that again real quick…” I asked him, picking my lyric book up from the ground and opening it back up to the right page, scrawling the title across the top of the page.

It was all just right. Tom shrugged his shoulder lightly before he started playing again and the other two just watched us, eyes darting from me on one side of the room to Tom on the other. “Lost and so alone, born but never known. Left all on their own, forgotten children. We'll never hear a name, they carry all the blame. Too young to break the chains, forgotten children.” I sang the words softly to myself so they couldn’t hear them, loving how they just made themselves known to me as Tom played them. “Okay stop!” I said quickly and loudly, holding my hand up to Tom before I scrawled down the words I had just thought of.

Everything just came out so easily after that, I made Tom play through that music about twenty more times before I was sure it was perfect, and by the time I was done writing it our free period was long over. I was cutting into the science class I was supposed to be in right now- Georg and Gustav had already left the room. But I had finished the song, and we had the complete guitar part to the music. I watched him set down the guitar and stretched out his hands. They had to have been cramping up after playing the same thing over and over again for nearly two hours.

But he still did it for me. “Tom, you’re amazing!” I squealed, running over to him after I had written down the very last of the words. I threw my arms around him and kissed his cheek. “Thank you so much, Tomi! But I’m, I gotta go before I get in so much trouble for being late again!” I squealed a little, letting him go and quickly running out of the room before I even had time to think about what I had been doing.

It wasn’t until I had apologized a million times over and got myself out of lockdown did I even think about it again. I had hugged Tom… I had kissed his cheek. I had broken further into his personal space then anyone else has ever done before.

I was going to be killed tonight.
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