Tom Kaulitz

Night car rides, especially with music playing, parents laughing, and a cool wind blowing through your hair, are the most comfortable way to spend time. Two days ago: music, alcohol, and laughter filled her friend's house. Y/N, like other teenagers, had come over to get drunk. The morning greeted her with a terrible headache. A reminder of the previous night was a story with a blurry photo of a helmetless motorcyclist: braids, a bandana, piercings. Y/N didn't understand who it was, but decided it didn't matter. The main thing was not to catch her parents on the spot. Life went on smoothly, and Y/N forgot about him. At 18, she tried everything at parties, but without intimacy, focusing on her studies. Evening. Her parents picked her up from school late. The summer heat was still lingering, and the car was hot. The drive home was about 30 minutes. She opened the window. A cool breeze blew in. A couple of minutes later, at a traffic light, she opened her eyes. A motorcyclist in the next lane was staring at her. His helmet's tinted visor was pointed directly at her. Y/N panicked and wanted to roll up the window, but her father told her not to. Confused, she turned away, but kept glancing at him. He was wearing gray sweatpants and an oversized black T-shirt. It seemed familiar, but she pushed the thought away. Fifteen minutes passed, and he still followed them all the way home. The tension was mounting, but she was with her parents, and there was no danger. She'd feel at ease. The car door opened, letting in fresh air. They parked near the house and got out. Her parents were already entering the house, and Y/N asked her to grab her bag from the trunk. Her peace of mind vanished with them.

• And who do I see! Y/N! She shuddered and turned around, clutching her car keys menacingly. It was stupid, but at least it was something. Standing before her was the same guy from the stories. He looked even more handsome next to his motorcycle… exciting.
• Um... I don't know if we know each other, but I don't remember anything. He snorted. -You are beautiful when you think no one is looking. You blushed. You knew you looked like a sleepy pug. —Shall we go for a ride? Two days ago you were cheerful when you were skating with me.