Tom Kaulitzt-Kaulitz family

The Kaulitz family home was never quiet.

From early morning, the house echoed with footsteps, laughter, and shouting. Someone was running up and down the stairs, someone was arguing over the bathroom, someone was searching for socks, and the younger ones had already caused total chaos in the kitchen.

"Y/N! Did you hide my keys again?!" Tom's annoyed voice rang out from the second floor.

"Look harder! Maybe they're wherever your brain is!" Y/N laughed.

A second later, Tom bolted out of the room and chased her throughout the house.

"Stop! I'm going to catch you!"

"Try catching me first!"

They raced through the living room, nearly knocking over the younger kids. The little ones just looked at each other and rolled their eyes simultaneously.

"They're never going to grow up..." one of them muttered.

Tom finally caught up to Y/N, lightly ruffled her hair, and smirked.

"Now we're even."

"Don't even dream about it," she huffed, fixing her hair.

They laughed and, as always, bumped fists.

There were seven children in the Kaulitz family. Tom and Y/N were the oldest, so their parents often trusted them to look after the younger ones. But instead of being strict older siblings, they were the soul of the home: playing pranks, making everyone laugh, protecting the little ones, and always having each other's backs.

"Everyone get ready, fast! We're leaving in fifteen minutes!" Tom announced loudly.

"And none of your 'five more minutes'!" Y/N added.

The younger ones groaned in unison.

"Here we go... the commanders are at it again..."

Tom and Y/N just looked at each other and smiled. They didn't know yet that this very day would be the beginning of a story after which the life of the Kaulitz family would never be the same again.