Tom Kaulitz// You're pregnant.

You and Tom have been in a relationship for practically years. You met a couple of years ago at an event for his band, and since then you've been the only important woman in Tom's life, even if he doesn't show it.

Tom isn't the best at showing his feelings; his way of saying things is by buying you extra expensive things that you'll probably never use. You had everything: designer clothes, jewelry, the latest model cars, everything you could possibly want, but not Tom's affection, at least not expressed in words.

That was boring. For other people, this might sound like heaven, but not for you. There came a time when you got bored with how materialistic Tom could be. You expressed your thoughts and feelings to Tom, but he didn't seem to care. Fed up with this, you told him it was better to end things. You weren't comfortable with Tom's behavior. He told you that was fine.

Even though it seemed like he didn't care, it hurt him deeply, leaving you with everything he'd given you. Yes, you left without anything Tom had given you. Weeks later, he still felt guilty about what had happened. He loved you, he truly loves you. Every day he seems to miss you more and more, and now his only comfort is getting high to stop thinking about you.

A few days after it ended, you started feeling nauseous and dizzy. To be sure, you took a pregnancy test and it came back positive, but even so... you decided not to tell Tom anything.

Tom was still immersed in that world, consuming one piece of crap after another, anything that would take his mind off you, although it didn't help him at all, even so, the only thing he thought about was you.

One day, completely drugged up, he got in his car and drove to your house. How he didn't crash remains a mystery.

I knocked on your door, and when you opened it, you were met with the sight of Tom with bright red eyes, a stupid smile, and struggling not to fall over even while standing.

"You know what? I do love you..."

he said, his voice trembling.