(Tom’s POV)
Tom sat on the edge of the hotel bed in Berlin, eyes bloodshot and heart pounding. The tour had barely begun and already, it felt like his entire world was falling apart.
The club incident was supposed to be harmless.
A friend of Georg’s had dragged them out. Drinks. Music. A little distraction from the pressure of press and performance.
That girl? He didn’t even know her name. She leaned in. He thought she said something. Then—flash.
He swore he pulled away.
But the paparazzi never missed a shot.
Now, it was all over the internet. Everyone had seen it. Including her.
His phone hadn’t stopped blowing up. Her number? Silent. No response.
“C’mon, Isadora,” he muttered, holding his head. “Please pick up…”
“Yo, turn it up,” Gustav said, walking into the hotel suite with a soda in hand.
The TV was already on TRL Germany, where Phantom Youth was doing a live interview. Nina, Leo, AJ, and right in the center—Isadora.
Tom’s stomach dropped.
Her smile was forced. You could see it if you knew her like he did. That fake smile. The one she used when she was holding herself together by a thread.
The host leaned forward. “So, Isadora,” he said with a grin, “fans have been going wild over some recent photos of you-know-who from Tokio Hotel. Have you seen them?”
Everyone in the room fell silent.
Isadora blinked. You could tell she was prepared. She gave a breathy laugh.
“Yeah, I saw them,” she said, crossing her legs coolly. “We’re… dealing with it privately.”
“Are you still together?”
She paused. Just long enough to make Tom’s heart stutter.
“I don’t really know,” she admitted. “But it hurts. It really does.”
The studio went quiet.
Isadora continued, her voice wobbling just slightly.
“When you trust someone with your whole heart, and you see something like that… even if it’s not what it looks like, it feels real in that moment. So… yeah. I’m just taking space right now.”
Tom sat frozen, eyes locked to the screen.
Gustav turned the volume down slowly.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Tom leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands gripping his hair.
“I messed everything up.”
Tom picked up his phone.
“Just give her space,” Bill said quietly, walking in behind him.
Tom looked over at his twin. “But I love her.”
“Then let her come back when she’s ready. Not when you need her to.”
Somewhere, in another hotel across the country, the girl he loved was breaking. And all he could do was watch.
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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...
