Tom Kaulitz Imagines | by billysbluecar

Summer 2005 (Tom)

I hate this kind of parties. It's my mom's birthday, once a year our whole family pretends to care about us. My birthday isn't quite important enough for them to make the effort to come to us. But maybe it's because my mom's birthday is in summer and she throws a garden party where you can get drunk for free?

"Y/n could you please get the garland out of the shed." My mum asked. "Of course." I said nicely but rolled my eyes. These parties were always very important to her, I don't want her to realize that I hate it. Besides, it's her birthday.

I walked through our mini garden on the way to the shed. My dress was sticking to me because it was so hot and my bun was pulling because it was so tight. I couldn't be more annoyed. I just hate everything about my life! The fact that my mother is trying to keep up the pretense that we have money. The fact that our family doesn't care about us. The fact that I live in a shit hole. Everything just sucks!

The shed door banged behind me and I was startled. A smile crossed my lips. Everything sucks except this one thing in my life. "You scared me to death!" I said as I gave him a little hug. "Your mom let me in, what can I help with?"

I asked Tom, my best friend, to help me with the preparations. I had to beg my mom to let him keep me company today. She wasn't sure how our relatives would react to him. He was by no means an ordinary boy and she didn't want any stress at the party. But I persuaded her.

"Here, you can help me with the garland." I said and walked out of the shed again, followed by Tom. He had really made an effort. I'd never seen him like this before. Without a cap and wearing a suit. His dreads were tied in a messy bun. He looked beautiful... even though I loved his normal baggy style more than anything.

We finished decorating everything and were now just waiting for the guests.

"Tom I just want to warn you... don't take anything my family says seriously. They're... a bit old-fashioned. And completely irrelevant too..." I whispered the last part so Tom couldn't hear it. "Oh nonsense! I'm sure they're not that bad." He said optimistically. He's so sweet... I just hope everything goes well.

After a while, all the guests arrived, I just gave everyone a quick 'hello' and tried to avoid as many of them as possible. But that only works until everyone is seated at the dinner table.

The topics of conversation could not have been more different. Everyone was shouting across the table and Tom and I were in the middle of the chaos. He had to listen to a few insulting comments and got nasty looks. I felt bad that he had to put up with this because of me.

I looked up at Tom and he was listening to a conversation with interest. I noticed a few of my relatives giving him again disgusting looks.

I've slowly had enough, anger welling up inside off me. Should I say something? How can he stay so calm? Just as I was about to open my mouth, I felt a hand on my inner thigh.

I snapped out of my thoughts and blushed. "It's okay y/n." He said to me. "How can you stay so calm? They all give you bitchy looks." I whispered.

He turned to me now and gave me that famous irresistible smile that made all the girls at our school melt.

"Y/n!" I broke eye contact with Tom and now looked in the direction my name was being called from. After a few seconds, I saw who was shouting my name unmistakably. I tried not to roll my eyes.

"Uncle...Tyler!" I forced myself to say in a nice tone. "Is that boy with the dreadlocks your boyfriend?" I heard Tom giggle next to me. "Um... No, we're just best friends." I said with a forced smile.

"I thought so...he might have a weird haircut, but he'd still be too pretty for you. Especially now. Could it be that you've put on weight?"

I know that my family hates me, black sheep and all, but I've never experienced it this bad.

I was about to answer when Tom started talking next to me. "What's wrong with you? Y/n is part of your family, how can you be so mean and shitty? Just because you're old, fat and ugly doesn't mean you have to take your frustration out on others!" My jaw dropped, but in a positive way. Everyone around us gasps, I heard a few "ouhh's" and "oh my 'god's" too.

I looked at Tom and I don't think I've ever seen him so angry. Then I looked at my mom and she looked disappointed.

After a few seconds of silence, everyone slowly started shooting at Tom "Faggot!" or "Didn't your mother teach you any manners?".

My uncle stood up and I panicked. I looked at Tom again, he didn't seem scared at all, on the contrary he was ready to fight.

I stood up, grabbed his arm and pulled him up. "We're leaving!" He hesitated but then let me pull him. I ran with him as far as halfway across our garden before looking back.

By now, everyone had got up, my uncle was running towards us and my mother was looking at me in horror.

I turned around again "Faster!" I said to Tom. Just before we reached the gate, I heard my mother shout "Y/N COME BACK! IF YOU LEAVE NOW YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME BACK!"

That didn't stop me, I was sick of all this shit anyway. Tom and I ran on to the front of my house and down the street.

"Okay, I think we can stop running." I said to Tom, out of breath. The sun was slowly setting, the sky was pink and the birds were chirping.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked me. "Huh... i don't know, she probably didn't mean it anyway."
I shrugged my shoulders and looked up at the pink sky.

"But I'd have to spend the night somewhere." I looked playfully up at Tom. "Do you have any ideas?" I asked him and he took his chin between his thumb and forefinger, pretending to think.

"Hmm... what about Gustav, as far as I know he has a guest room." I laughed and slapped his arm lightly.

"Of course you can stay at my place." He laughed. "But before that, let's go to the lake." He took my hand and dragged me further down the street.

Although we live in a shit hole, there is one beautiful thing here, the lake. It's quite big and even has a jetty.

After 5 minutes we arrived and Tom immediately took off his suit, leaving him only in his boxers.

He ran along the jetty and jumped into the lake. I walked slowly along the jetty and sat down at the end, letting my feet feel the water.

He popped up "Hey come in." He swam in one spot and looked at me expectantly. "Tom, I've only got my dress with me." I complained. "Ugh- who cares, it's warm enough just jump in with your dress on." He said before diving in. He was out of sight for a few seconds until I felt something on my feet.

"Oh no-" Tom pulled me into the water and I squealed from the cold. "Oh my- it's so fucking cold!" I squinted my eyes and tried to get used to the temperature.

"Stop being a drama queen it's not that cold." Tom laughed. I looked at him, at moments like this nothing else mattered. Only he could make me forget everything. I wondered if I could make him feel the same way.

"Y/n..." he said a little more calmly now. "Whats up?" I asked, popping the p.

"If I ever become successful with my band, we can never lose each other."

"We won't, how long have we been friends now?" I chuckled, looking away from him. "A while." He replied and swam closer to me.