Your obsessed Ex- Tom Kaulitz

Airport, Berlin

                     **RORY BLACKWOOD**

It's 9 p.m. when I arrive in Berlin. This place holds a lot of memories but I'm here for my work. And those memories ain't getting better of me since I plan to spend my time living present, not in the past where I can overthink my life decisions of my past self and go insane about them. I happen to be highly educated—I earned my economics degree at MIT. Pretty impressive, I know. Yet I still cringe from my past self, God, she is so annoying.

I work as a supermodel and I genuinely love my job. Traveling the world, experiencing so much, and seeing my name grow more popular with every passing day... it's the life I've always wanted.

My friends? They're incredible. My relationship? Healthy and fulfilling. Nothing could possibly go wr—

"What the fuck?"

The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. My stomach sinks as my eyes land on him.

He's standing a few meters away from me with his bandmates. What is he doing here, anyway?

Fans surround him and the band, giggling and eagerly asking for photos. He flashes that signature cocky smile of his, the one that used to make my heart race.

I force myself to focus elsewhere, walking around and chatting with the other models and my agency. I do my best to ignore him, silently praying he hasn't noticed me yet. Not when my own fans spot me from across the airport and start screaming my name.

Please, not now.

Holy shit. Out of the corner of my eye I see him stop signing autographs, his focus shifting entirely to me across the airport. His bandmates quickly notice his distraction, glancing between each other with knowing smirks.

I force a smile as I sign autographs and pose for pictures for the fans. Normally, I don't have to fake my smile around them because I genuinely love and appreciate their support. But today? Today, I wish I could've just slipped unnoticed.

But I guess that what fate is, it has a special sense of humor, especially now. Great.

**TOM KAULITZ**

I watch her sign autographs for her fans. She looks... as gorgeous as ever. Frustration courses through my veins as I realize I can't look away and fuck I don't want to, but the fact that I probably look like an idiot right now, completely distracted, in front of my own fans, forces me to snap out of it, I turn my attention back to the girls in front of me and smile apologetically, hoping they didn't notice my lapse.

After we've both finished dealing with our fans, Georg strolls up and casually positions himself next to me. "You know, it was quite rude of you to be so *clearly* distracted in front of your fans," he says with a smirk.

Bill and Gustav, standing nearby, burst into laughter, their amusement only fueling my frustration. Of course, they have to choose now to be their usual 'jerk' selves. I shoot Georg a glare, "I'd like to see your reaction when you see your ex, what's her name? Georgina?" I smirk, satisfied as he stops, looking as annoyed as I was seconds ago.

"We should head out to the hotel already," Bill says, glancing down at his watch. "Or we could shake off some of this tension by going out for drinks first?" He grins mischievously, his eyes flicking between the three of us. Georg and Gustav exchange glances, then three of them look at me "I'm in" as always.

An hour later, we're already settled in the VIP room of a strip club. Bill isn't usually a fan of such... things, but from the way he's basking in the attention from across the room, it's clear he's making an exception tonight. I catch his eye and smirk, and he smirks back, both of us silently acknowledging the irony.

My attention shifts to the blonde girl beside me, her fingers trailing slowly across my chest. I wonder briefly how I've managed to stay in my clothes this long. Smirking down at her, l let my arms stretch out lazily along the back of the couch, my posture radiating effortless confidence. She smiles back, clearly enjoying the game, as I lean into her ear and whisper seductively sweat nothings. Usually by this time I'm already fucking girls senseless. Maybe I just don't like this girl specifically. I fucked her anyway.

After a night of fun, Georg drives us back to the hotel at 3 a.m. It's almost comical how the four of us, clearly drunk, stumble inside while the other guests stare at us like we're a bunch of unruly teenagers. They're dressed smartly and carry themselves with elegance as it should be for a hotel of this caliber, while we look like a chaotic mess, laughing.

Bill and Gustav silently apologise for our behaviour as we make our way to the elevator.

We make our way to our room when I spot familiar face