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Just Rest - T.K

BACKGROUND ~ Tom and Y/N are high school sweethearts, she comes with the whole band for every tour and vacation because Tom is so madly in love with her and has horrible separation anxiety. Before their first concert of the tour, Tom gets a fever. He’s stubborn, but Y/N desperately wants him to rest.

a/n ~ this is my first fluff story, it’s definitely not my best work.. if anyone has recs on how i can improve PLS lmk!! sorry this is so short i dont really know what else i can add without it getting boring😭😭

CONTENT ~ fluff, cuddling, kissing, taking pills, vomiting, thats all i think?

“Tom, what’s wrong?” I ask Tom softly, sitting down next to him on the plush couch against the wall in their dressing room. His eyelids are hooded, breathing labored, and his cheeks are flushed a soft pink. When he doesn’t respond, I press the back of my hand against his forehead, extreme warmth meeting my skin.

“You’re burning up…” I mumble, my hand moving down his soft skin to cup his cheek. I look up at Bill who’s fixing his hair and pep talking himself in the mirror. I catch his eyes in the reflection, my eyebrows furrowed in worry. “What’s up?” He asks me, turning fully to look at me in the eyes. “Tom’s sick.” I reply with a frown, my thumb still rubbing his cheek subconsciously.

Bill’s eyes flicker to Tom’s face in the mirror before he turns around and approaches the couch. “Scheiße..” He whispers, eyes frantically searching Tom’s face. Nervous silence settles in the large room, and Bill walks off to grab medicine so hopefully Tom can feel better before they go on stage.

He comes back with a handful of colorful pills, as-well as a glass of water. Tom takes it with a shaky hand, gulping down the pills. His lips are shining with the liquid, his tongue flicking out to collect the small drop on his lower lip. Bill takes the glass and walks off, leaving Tom and me alone once again. “I really don’t think you should be performing while you’re so sick…” I say in a pleading tone, my hand rubbing his knee.

“No, it’s- it’s fine…” He finally replies, my chest tightening at the weakness in his voice. As I open my mouth to speak again, the band’s manager comes in, letting Tom know he has 5 minutes until the show starts. He silently stands up, grabbing his guitar and putting the strap over his shoulder. I stand up shortly after, and he does something I don’t expect. He turns to face me and engulfs me in a warm loving hug. His arms are wrapped tightly around my waist, his face buried desperately in the crook of my neck as if afraid I would disappear.

My arms wrap around him and he presses soft kisses on my collarbone, although his lips feel overly warm. After what only feels like less than a second, it’s time for him to go on stage. I frown, following quickly behind him as he navigates the backstage to find the rest of the band. The crowd chants ‘We want Tokio Hotel’ as they get their earpieces put in properly as well as Tom and Georg’s instruments corrected.

~ TIME SKIP AFTER SHOW ~

I stay watching the show from the side-stage, my eyes never leaving Tom’s figure. Once their final song finishes and they do their bows, they leave the stage. Tom is the last person to return backstage; his eyes more hooded than before the concert, and his cheeks burning like fresh fire. Everyone settles down in their dressing room, Tom laying on the couch weakly. I quietly walk over to the couch, sitting down beside him with a sympathetic frown.

When he notices the person beside him is me, he sits up and immediately cuddles my side. “Can we please go to sleep…” He begs me softly, his eyes barely open at this point. Bill booked a hotel prior this morning, which Tom and I shared a room. I nod, looking up at Bill, Gustav, and Georg who are having casual conversation. “Hey guys? Can we go back to the hotel? Tom needs to rest.” I ask them, and they all nod and get ready to leave. We say our farewells to their managers and assistants, leaving the building to find their large car parked in a secluded area.

I sit in Tom’s lap, kissing all over him nonstop. I feel extremely overprotective and like I need to give him as much of my attention as possible. I kiss the tip of his nose, his cheek, forehead, eyebrow, lips, jawline, chin, anywhere I can reach. He whimpers softly, his breathing soft and his eyes fluttering shut.

After a 20 minute drive, we arrive at the luxurious hotel. Everyone gets out and talks together as we walk to the hotel entrance, checking in. Once given our room numbers, me and Tom go to the elevator which goes to our floor. He remains silent the whole way there, his miserable state being unfortunately obvious. Although he’s tired and weak, he still opens the door for me and lets me in the room first. He stumbles to the large hotel bed, peeling his baggy t-shirt off of his sweaty abdomen as well as his baggy jeans. He sits on the edge of the bed, suddenly out of breath. He pants and leans forward, his face and lips going pale. “Fuck…” He mumbles, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

I notice the sudden change in his demeanor, and it’s painfully obvious that the contents in his stomach are about to come back up. I rush over to the bed, kissing his cheek before going into the bathroom, grabbing the small trashcan and bringing it to his trembling form. He clutches it desperately, his body jerks and shakes as he vomits in the metal bucket, my hand rubbing his back slowly. Once done, I help him into bed beside me. His exhaustion is evident, and all I want to do is hold him and protect him from the rest of the world.

“Lay down please.” I beg him, letting him curl up on my side. His head falls on my breast, using one of them as a pillow. His arms are wrapped snugly around my waist, our bodies wrapped in the warm embrace of the heavy white comforter. He shivers and I kiss the top of his head, letting the side of my cheek rest upon his hair. “I love you so much, meine schatz.” He whispers sleepily, pressing consistent kisses on my upper breast. “I’m sorry I’ve been so sick, I wish we could’ve hung out more…” He apologizes with a disappointed tone, not at me, but at himself and his weak immune system.

“But thank you…” He whispers, and I look down at his face. “For what?” I reply, his eyes now closed and his breath slowly evening out. “For helping me, and being the best girlfriend ever.” He finally says after a long moment of silence, his arms tightening around me. With a final declaration of his love for me, he finally falls asleep in my arms.

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