Tom Kaulitz

Tom and Y/N hated each other.

At least that's what it seemed like to everyone around.

They constantly argued, teased each other and tried to keep as much distance as possible.

“Get your things off my desk,” Y/N said irritably.

"What if I don't clean it up?" Tom chuckled.

• Then I'll throw them out myself.

• Try.

Y/N rolled her eyes and walked out of the classroom before class.

There was a small diary left on the desk. Tom didn’t notice it at first.

But then I saw a familiar photograph between the pages.

Your photo.

• What the...

He opened the diary.

And froze.

The page read:

"Pursing on your lip is perfect. "

Next page.

"Never seen another boy this perfect. "

Tom frowned.

• No... no, this can't be.

He continued reading. "Sticking out your tongue in the picture. "

"You're so pretty. "

"You're so popular. "

And then in huge letters:

"I JUST WANNA BE YOUR SWEETHEART. "

Tom chuckled nervously.

But the last page finished him off completely.

"FUCKING COME HERE GIVE ME YOUR HEART. "

• Come on...

• Give me back my diary.

Tom raised his head.

Y/N stood in the doorway, pale.

Scared.

She immediately understood everything from his face.

• Have you read it?

• All.

Y/N wanted to fall through the ground.

• Give it here.

She walked up to him abruptly.

But Tom lifted the diary higher.

• So, it's perfect?

• Shut up.

• Beautiful?

• TOM.

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Several people have already begun to observe what is happening.

Y/N was ready to die of shame.

• You are a terrible person.

• And it turns out you're a liar.

• In terms of?

— You always pretended to hate me.

me.

She suddenly fell silent.

Because there was nothing to answer.

After class, Y/N walked quickly down the empty hallway, hoping that Tom would finally leave her alone.

• Hey, wait. She didn't even turn around.

• Leave me alone.

• No.

Tom caught up with her near the stairs.

• Are you seriously going to pretend nothing happened?

• What was supposed to happen?

• I don't know. Maybe you could explain why half of your diary is dedicated to