Sunlight bled through the sheer curtains, golden and soft. Isadora stirred first, blinking at the ceiling. Her body ached — not in a bad way — just in the I definitely did something major last night kind of way.
She turned her head slowly. Tom was still asleep next to her, arm flopped over his stomach, shirtless, breathing slow.
Her heart did a tiny backflip.
The room was quiet. Just the faint whir of the AC and the hum of distant traffic.
She didn’t regret it. But her brain was already racing: What now?
Tour. Fans. Managers. Nina. Her mom.
She sat up and grabbed her hoodie off the chair, slipping it over her head just as Tom blinked awake.
He smiled, sleepy. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she whispered back, sitting cross-legged beside him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” she nodded, looking at him. “You?”
“Better than okay.”
And he meant it.
They stayed like that for a while — not rushing, just… soaking it in.
“I’m not gonna lie,” Tom said, stretching, “I thought last night might’ve been a dream.”
Isadora smirked. “You’re lucky I’m real.”
He laughed. “Facts.”
Then quieter: “Does this change things?”
She paused. “It probably should.”
“But do you want it to?”
“No,” she said honestly. “I just want us to be… us. Whatever that means now.”
He leaned in and kissed her gently — less heat than last night, but all heart.
An hour later, Nina burst into the room wearing oversized sunglasses and chewing bubblegum.
“Okay, did I black out or did you two disappear on me?”
Tom chuckled. “You were passed out on a pile of chips.”
Isadora gave her a look. Nina froze, eyes widening.
“No… shut up.”
“You didn’t.”
“Oh my GOD.”
“You did!!” Nina nearly screamed.
Tom laughed as he grabbed his hoodie. “And that’s my cue to get coffee.”
As he left, Nina jumped on the bed, shaking Isadora’s shoulders. “Are you okay?! Like, emotionally?! Did you— Was it good?!”
Isadora fell back onto the pillow, covering her face with both hands. “Nina. Chill.”
“Oh my god. My best friend is dating Tom freakin’ Kaulitz and living the fanfic. 2004 is wild.”
Later that day, they got the tour schedule update.
> “Private soundcheck at 5.”
“Interview at 3:30.”
“Group press photos — NO visible piercings or ink.”
Tom texted her from across the hallway:
> Tom: “I wanna see you later. Just us. Rooftop again?”
> Isadora: “Always. 💿✨”
But as she stared at her reflection — hoodie up, mascara smudged, her necklace slightly twisted — she realized something:
She wasn’t just a girl on tour anymore.
She was his girl.
And things were about to get even more complicated.
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"Strings Between Us
Romance2004. Germany. Tom Kaulitz is used to getting what he wants - the stage, the crowd, the girls. As Tokio Hotel begins to rise, so does his ego... until she shows up. She's the Brazilian guitarist in a rival band - quiet, sharp-tongued, and completely...
