Tom Kaulitz

You were a beautiful 16-year-old girl, grew up in a wealthy family, attended an elite school, and were a blogger. Everyone adored you for your looks, and they forgave you for all your antics, turning a blind eye to your bitchy nature. You were bitchy, squeamish, and needed attention and adoration. You had no friends, but you had fans, and that saved you from loneliness.
During summer vacation, you had a huge fight with your parents, and they sent you to live with your grandmother in the village. You were hysterical, but your parents couldn't be persuaded. A few days later, you were walking in heels along a dirt road, a large suitcase trailing behind you, looking for your grandmother's house, shielding yourself from the sun with a magazine.
Grandma welcomed you very warmly, you ate homemade pizza, talking in the sunset light from the windows
At night you tried to make contact, quietly went outside, in pajamas with cute cats, but you were really nervous
You were trying to connect to post a video, as fans were clamoring for content. A car drove by, playing music, with a few people inside. The guy driving stopped next to you. You wanted to roll your eyes, but his appearance immediately caught your attention: sharp features, kind brown eyes, a smirk like the hot guys in magazines, and black braids. Guys like that only existed in the city, but hearing the rumble in the backseat, you could immediately tell they were "country folk." He looked about 17 or 18 years old.
“Isn’t it too late for such a young person to walk the streets at night, aren’t you afraid?” the guy said, ignoring the hum of his friends.
You just rolled your eyes, clearly not being touched by the guy's advances, crossed your arms over your chest and walked into the house.
In the morning, you were plowing in the garden with your grandmother, in your house clothes, with your grandmother's hat on your head, screaming and running away at the sight of every bug. Your face was displeased.
Grandma went to the barn, you were left alone, digging the ground with a stick
You heard laughter through the fence behind you, and you turned around sharply. A tom stood through the old wooden fence.
"I thought trinkets like this were only found in the city. I was wondering if you'd like to go for a walk this evening? " the guy asked, his grin beautiful.