Tom Kaulitz

Loud music, bright flashes of light and a crowd of people – the first evening, after a long time, when you were able to get out to the club with the whole group: you, Tom, Bill, Georg, Gustav and several of your friends. You and Tom had been together for quite a while now. Surprisingly, there hadn't been any serious arguments between you in all that time. You'd learned to trust each other, so tonight promised to be casual, even fun: dancing, laughter, drinks, and relaxation. For the first couple of hours, everything was like that. You danced with your friends, occasionally returning to Tom to steal a hug or a kiss, and then disappeared back into the crowd. He spent most of his time with his friends. Then, unnoticed, the group split up. Some went outside for some fresh air, others moved to the bar, and the couches were already occupied by "sweet couples." You didn't even notice how you'd lost sight of Tom. Looking at your phone screen, you sighed. It was almost two in the morning. "Maybe we should go home already," you thought. You walked around the entire building, even went up to the second floor, but Kaulitz was nowhere to be found. You frowned slightly and pulled out your phone, opening the chat with Bill.

• Bill, have you seen Tom by any chance? The answer came almost immediately:
• Very funny. There he is standing next to you.
• Bill, I'm serious.
• Wait, aren't you the one making out with him right now? Your heart skipped a beat, and your fingers began to visibly tremble. "What?" You slowly raised your head, then turned your gaze to the room. And he immediately fell onto the bar counter. At first, you saw only the familiar black T-shirt, and then – braids. It was definitely Tom. He was standing half-turned. Opposite him was an unfamiliar girl. Her hands were on his shoulders. And the next second, Tom leaned over and kissed her.