1. Who are you now? (Tokio Hotel -Tom Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Two. Shoot Love.

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In May, after spending a few weeks in LA getting ready to move to NY, we had my parents flown from Spain and Germany for the wedding. In July, Matt was going on a trip to Africa to shoot some photographs for a non-fashion spread on a big magazine, it was the first time in about five years that he would be doing that type of work, it had him extremely excited and I couldn't say no to anything the man asked me, I had just given up on having things my way because it only hurt more to put the things I wanted on a wedding I didn't want. I couldn't receive my friends at the airport because of the quantity of photographers and reporters that had gathered there. It was so strange, because I didn't imagine Matt Jones was such a well-known person since he was only a photographer, but apparently he was also a fashion icon and we had been attending a number of galas and parties for which – surprisingly – he had a stylist choosing his clothes as well as mine. I hated every second in front of a camera but I had gotten myself on this and now I had to wait for my friends at the hotel in which they were staying; both flights, Georg and Gustav's and Tom and Bill's were arriving at the same time, my mother was with me while Fernando had gone with Matt to see him work at the studio.

"I can't believe it." My mother mocked me as we walked out of the car with flashes around us. "You're famous for doing nothing...darling this is not what I pictured for you the day you were born."

"Mom, not now, please?"

Mom wasn't very happy about the whole thing. But I couldn't help it, I felt like I had some sort of moral obligation and felt that it would be improper to say "Matt, you know what? I can't care less if you die. I'm breaking up with you." No, in my head even if I didn't say that, breaking up with him would speak of me the wrong way, I liked him and I wouldn't let a friend down at such a hard time.

And there was the Tom issue, the wedding had me so worried and busy I barely even thought of us anymore, Matt's behavior was also a great help, he never said such hurtful things as Tom did and when he found himself criticizing my parents' divorce making me mad, he apologized and allowed me to be pissed too...it was amazing how such a man could make me feel absolutely nothing, while a rude and stubborn younger one would make me nervous just by appearing on the background during one of my last video calls with Bill. It still bothered me that as my mother and I waited for them to arrive, she could speak to me so clearly.

"I'm not sure about this, amor..." We were now sitting on one of the beige sofas on the reception. "You are not in love with him."

"Don't say that, mom."

I fixed my button up shirt in my attempt at ignoring her words. I just pictured I wouldn't ever marry for so long after my parents split up, and then after college I found out that maybe I would, but it never crossed my mind that I would do it this way.

"Why? You don't want people to hear?" My mom was harsh sometimes.

"Mom..." I debated between telling her about the real reason or not. "I have to. I just can't leave him."

"What is it, Jo?" Mom took my hand and leaned closer to me. "I know there must be something, but what can be so important to make you take such a...decision?"

I looked around for a second and squeezed mom's hand.

"Matt has this heart...thing." I didn't know exactly how to explain it to my mother, so I tried to say it as simply as possible. "A disease and...his brother told me, mom, he doesn't know I know."