Tom Kaulitz

Tom and Y/N hated each other.

At least, that's what it seemed to everyone around them.

They were constantly arguing, teasing one another, and trying to stay as far apart as possible.

"Get your things off my desk," Y/N said irritably.

"And what if I don't?" Tom smirked.

"Then I'll throw them out myself."

"Try me."

Y/N rolled her eyes and left the classroom before the lesson started.

A small diary remained lying on the desk.

At first, Tom didn't pay it any attention.

But then he saw a familiar photograph between the pages.

A photograph of himself.

"What the..."

He opened the diary.

And froze.

On the page, it was written:

"Piercing on your lip is perfect."

The next page.

"Never seen another boy this perfect."

Tom frowned.

"No... no, this can't be."

He continued reading.

"Sticking out your tongue in the picture."

"You're so pretty."

"You're so popular."

And then, in huge letters:

"I JUST WANNA BE YOUR SWEETHEART."

Tom gave a nervous chuckle.

But the last page finished him off completely.

"FUCKING COME HERE GIVE ME YOUR HEART."