Tom Kaulitz

You and Tom have only been dating for a few months, but around him it feels much more serious. He can be lighthearted, playful, almost carefree—until it concerns you. Then he develops a toughness you rarely see.

Today you were at a concert. The crowd, the music, the lights—everything blended into one noisy stream. For the first time in a long time, you wore a skirt and allowed yourself to stop thinking about the bad stuff. Tom stood in front, and you hugged him from behind, your chin on his shoulder. He occasionally turned around, whispering something in your ear, and you laughed quietly. There was a guy standing behind you. Too close, but you chalked it up to the crowd. Until an unfamiliar girl approached you.

She said it quietly, almost in a whisper, but the meaning hit home: they took it from under your skirt. You froze and nodded, not fully comprehending what was happening. Your heart began to beat faster. You pulled away from Tom slightly. He noticed immediately. He turned and saw your eyes—confused, frightened.

• What's happened?

You swallowed.

— He... took a picture of me. Under my skirt.

Tom's gaze changed instantly. He tensed, looked around—and saw him. The guy was already leaving, pushing his way through the people. Tom followed him. Not abruptly, but confidently. People parted on their own. You followed. He caught up quickly.

— Delete it. Right now.

The guy grinned and hid the phone.

• What, is it a pity? She's not so bad...

The blow was sharp. The crowd began to roar. You screamed, covering your mouth with your hand. The guy fell, hesitated, then pulled out his phone and started deleting files. At that moment, security arrived. They didn't listen to the explanation. To them, it was just a regular fight.

— Leave the area.

Tom was grabbed. He tried to break free, but, noticing your tears, he stopped. You left through the service exit.

It was quiet outside. You sat him down on a bench and took his hand. His knuckles were red. You looked at them reproachfully. He exhaled, still tense.

• What was I supposed to do?