Tom Kaulitz ⁸

You were about to lie down in your bed, wearing comfortable clothes and a movie ready to watch on your laptop, however the night was going to be interrupted soon. You heard how your cell phone started ringing and vibrating, they were calling you. You answered a little surprised, because who would call so late?

It was Tom, the man you hate the most, who was calling you at that hour, but what the hell was wrong with him?

• Hello? — You couldn't hear well since the only thing you heard during the call was music at a very high volume.

—Hello? Yes? I'm Lukas. Listen, I don't know your friend but he's seriously very bad. —You didn't understand absolutely anything, why would someone other than Tom steal his phone?

— Excuse me? Who are you and where is Tom? —It was difficult for you to understand well what he was saying.

—So that's what it's called. Well, I don't know him, we're at a party and he's very drunk. Could you come get him? — It didn't take you more than 10 minutes to fly out in search of him, once there, you saw him...

— Hello pr-precious. — He caressed your cheek.

Tom seemed to want to throw himself on top of me, collapse as if it were a simple bed to sleep on. He caressed my cheek and touched my hair with great delicacy and fanaticism, he seemed enthralled.