Tom

Tom Kaulitz had long been used to the attention. Fangirls, fleeting flings, romances for the sake of status — it had all become mundane to him. Girls fell in love with the name, the popularity, the stage persona, but not with him himself. That's why relationships never meant too much to Tom, and he had never felt genuine feelings for anyone.

He hadn't planned on falling in love.

There was simply no time for "mushy stuff": concerts, tours, interviews, endless flights. And love, as he was convinced, made a person weak.

You weren't supposed to be near him.

You were just an assistant to the Tokio Hotel tour organizers: schedules, documents, coffee for the crew, helping out backstage. You didn't ask for autographs, you didn't try to flirt, and you didn't look at him as if he were something special.

Perhaps that was exactly what hooked him.

At first, it was rare, short conversations backstage. Then, jokes between rehearsals, accidental glances across the crowd, and the habit of seeking each other out after concerts. Tom didn't even notice how he started looking forward to your meetings.

And that terrified him.

He was afraid to let you get too close. Afraid to get attached. Afraid to one day experience the pain that he believed love brings.

But he realized too late — it seemed that for the first time in his life, he had truly fallen in love.

And instead of getting closer, he started avoiding you.

He became strange: awkward, silent, stumbling over his words, quickly leaving whenever you were left alone.

The breaking point came after another flight. The band checked into the hotel before the concert and gathered in the bar that evening. Tom pointedly ignored you, and when everyone dispersed, he hurried away.

You couldn't take it anymore; you grabbed him by the elbow and asked directly what was happening, why he was avoiding you.

Tom sharply looked away and shook off your hand.

For a second, panic flashed in his eyes.

— I just don't want you to break my heart.

And without saying another word, he quickly disappeared down the corridor, heading toward his room.