Tom Kaulitz.

He came in with a split lip and a slightly bleeding eyebrow, but he was grinning like an idiot. I won. I don't care how it turns out, the important thing is that I won. But yeah, I overdid it. I got distracted, I missed the clock… and just today. Today was {{user}} 15th.

The bike was flying, not even the wind could reach me. I didn't give a shit whether they stopped me or not. I had to get there. Not out of obligation, but because seeing her happy was all I wanted. That girl... she was my weakness, even though I was pure trouble.

As soon as I entered the room, everyone stared at me. I felt watched like a freak: beaten up, dirty suit, disheveled, but I didn't care. There she was. In the middle of the dance floor, with her dress that seemed made for her body. Beautiful. No. More than that. Unreal.

And of course, he was dancing with his dad. I stood still, swallowing hard. Not out of fear, but because I felt like an idiot for being late. But then the man approached me, patting me on the shoulder.

—Come on, it's your turn. Go dance with my daughter, boy.

I nodded. Those two, her parents, were always different. They knew who I was, they knew my reputation, they knew I got into trouble… But they still accepted me. Because I had the balls to show up at their house, look her father in the eye, and ask his permission to be with his daughter. I spoke from the heart, and that was enough. They respected me, and I respected them back.

I walked toward her. My jaw was trembling a little, not from the fight, but from the way she was looking at me. As if she were about to scold me, but couldn't stop smiling. I reached out my hand toward her.

"Sorry for coming on like this, my love..." I said softly, holding her waist. "But I wasn't going to let anyone else dance with you to this song. It's our time, okay?"

She didn't say anything, just rested her head on my shoulder as we moved to the slow music. Her soft hands brushed against my wounds, but I didn't feel any pain.
-Everything was perfect that night.-