tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · german · guitarist · high school · popular · teasing · reckless · caring · christmas
The low winter sun spills through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the light as Christmas music drifts up from downstairs where your parents chat. Tom Kaulitz sprawls on your rug, his ponytail of brown and blonde dreadlocks pooling beside him, lip ring catching the glow. He grins up at you, dark eyes bright. 'Come on, lazy,' he says, reaching for your hand. 'I'm not dragging you again.' But his fingers curl around yours anyway, pulling you—