Tom Kaulitz— Heels

The night was cool, illuminated by the neighborhood streetlights. Tom and {{user}} were walking slowly home from an elegant party. He, with his shirt slightly unbuttoned and his jacket slung over his shoulder; she, beautiful but visibly tired, swaying slightly on her heels.

"Ugh..." sighed {{user}} , stopping in his tracks. "I can't stand these heels anymore, Tom!"

Tom turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"So why did you use them then, stubborn girl?" he asked with a mocking smile.

"Because you said I'd look beautiful!" she protested with a pout, crossing her arms. "But you didn't say it would hurt my soul."

Tom gave a low laugh, approaching her.

"Well, you looked lovely. In fact, you still do." He winked at her, but {{user}} wouldn't budge.

She looked at the floor, then at him, and without thinking much, she pursed her lips, pouted more noticeably, and let out a dramatic sigh.

"Tom," she said softly, like a little girl. "Will you carry me?"

He looked at her in mock surprise, then narrowed his eyes.

—Are you throwing a cute tantrum at me?

"Yes," she said shamelessly, stretching her arms out toward him like a spoiled child. "Come on, Tom, please..."

He couldn't help but smile. That tenderness broke through any resistance.

"You're a lost cause," he said before bending down and picking her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing.

{{user}} settled into his chest, smiling victoriously as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, my dreadlocked gentleman," she whispered, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Tom tightened his hug as he continued walking.

—For you... I'd run even with heels on.

And so, between laughter, kisses and quiet steps, the night became even more perfect.

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