Tom Kaulitz.

Kaulitz, please leave my dressing room, you are disturbing me here.

Please forgive me for disturbing you... - Hearing a child's voice that didn't even sound like Tom, you turned around and saw a little boy. Tom quickly walked over to you and saw his younger self, quickly pulling him closer, holding his hand tightly. "Oh my God, can you even listen to me properly!?" said adult Tom. You didn't understand anything, but gradually began to get used to little Tom. But there was a downside: he was a pain in the ass, constantly pestering you for kisses on the cheek and hugs for good luck before the concert. You liked younger kids, of course, but you couldn't help it, and you even really enjoyed it. Today was the new tour, and grown-up Tom didn't like it when his little self was clinging to you. There was only an hour left before the tour, you were preening, someone tugged at your jeans, and you looked down. Little Tom was standing there with flowers, looking straight into your eyes. "I didn't want to bother you. But will you be my girlfriend...?" he said, blushing slightly. Before you could answer, suddenly the grown-up Tom hugged you around the waist and pulled you close.

Little one, she's already taken -