Black & White

Chapter 2

*Tristan's POV*

I was ready to talk to Ann but I needed to do it somewhere public. Somewhere I couldn't break down and cry so we decided to go to the bakery I worked at. I had bought a cupcake and cappuccino.

We were making small talk. She knew me so well. When I was upset I didn't want to talk about it. The blonde-headed girl knew that I just liked the presence of someone without talking. And I'm sorry to say if she did try to talk, I usually tuned her out.

My phone buzzed. It was Jake. I looked up to tell Anna but it turns out she was talking. As soon as she notices I hadn't been listening she stops. At this point I don't trust my voice I just show her my phone. Her green eyes hold a look of disgust as she asks if I'm going to answer. I shrug. I don't know honestly.

However, force of habit out rules my head as I unlock my phone to answer it.

"H-hello...?" I say surprising myself.

"Tristan. Thank god, I didn't think you would answer. Ok listen I know that all these rumors are going around about the party last night..but I'm telling you..I didn't go. It wouldn't have been fun without you so I stayed home. Please trust me." He lies with so much ease it makes me question everything I've ever believed from him.

"Is this the first time you're lying to me or have I been believing a bunch of bullshit for two years now?" I question raising my voice with boldness I never knew I had. I obviously couldn't see him but I knew he would be taken aback. I never was bold or spoke my mind to anyone.

"I..uh..I..I'm not lying.." he stammered.

"THE HELL YOU AREN'T!" I shouted, then I remembered I was in public. I lowered my voice I spoke angrily, "I saw the picture, Jake, of you kissing that slut, Kayla, and when you got slapped yeah that was because I told Anna! As if cheating on me wasn't bad enough, lying about it!?" I paused then looking at Anna I continued. "That's low Jake..really, really low..I have a piece of advice for you. GET A LIFE AND OUT OF MINE!" I spat raising my voice once more. Before he could say anything else I ended the call.

"Oh, my god...I..I have never seen you like that.." Anna said looking surprised. Her eyes were the size of golf balls, literally. I didn't blame her.

"If you don't mind, I'm gonna go back to the hotel. I need some more time alone." I was still angry so I tried to put that as nicely as possible. It's not Ann's fault so I can't be mad at her.

"Of course." she simply states.

When I got back to the hotel I went directly to the familiar small room. It was about noon and for some reason our hotel was swamped with men and women holding cameras and microphones. The hotel is very nice so it isn't rare someone famous stays here. Usually I would stop to get a peek as to who it is, but right now I just wanted to lock myself in the room with the piano.

*Harry's POV*

We entered the hotel. The Parker Hotel looked beautiful so far. Paul had already checked us in but that didn't stop the paparazzi from following us to the elevator. We were here, in Los Angeles, as our last stop to our second world tour. I am not sure which was crazier here, the fans or paparazzi.

We eventually make it to the elevator. We look around to make sure we're all here, Zayn, Niall, Liam, Louis, and I are all here so we press the button to the 17th floor. The doors are a foot from closing when I look over the paparazzi's heads to find a red-haired girl run by who has tear streaked cheeks. I poke my head out of the doors and they automatically open back up. I see her going into a small room in the corner.

"Harry! What on earth are you doing?" Louis asks.

"I left something on the bus. I'll be back" I say as I step out of the elevator.

"Harry!" I hear multiple times by all the lads and I'm sure some are from the paparazzi. I don't listen. I know that the paparazzi are following so I start running. I'm not sure where to go so I just run. The lobby was incredibly big. I figure they'll tire out faster than me due to their heavy equipment and let's be honest, the majority of them aren't the skinniest people.

My assumption was correct because after going up and down flights of steps and visiting a different lobby each time I had lost them. I stop a minute to catch my breath with my eyes closed. Suddenly soft music fills my ears. It sounds as if it's coming from a piano. I open my eyes and find myself traveling to the source.

I found myself stop in front of the same room I spotted the girl go into. As I looked through a small window, I saw her. Her back was facing me and I saw that her hair was a stunning shade of red. She looked short and skinny. Every so often her shoulders would shake.

I quietly opened the door so I wouldn't disturb her. The music she was playing was beautiful. I didn't recognize the tune but I liked it.

She finished the song out and put her head in her hands. I seen her shoulders shake as I walked over to her and cleared my throat.