Black & White

Chapter 3

*Tristan's POV*

Now I was sure I was cried out. I heard someone clear their throat and nearly jumped off the bench. Why was someone in here? I thought. Hadn't I locked the door?

My thoughts were interrupted as the mystery person came into view. My hazel eyes nearly popped out of my head as I saw who it was. THE Harry Styles. Right there. In front of me.

He was just as gorgeous as the thousands of posters in my room. Whereas I probably had mascara running down my cheeks like a freaking clown! Shit.

"Hello, I'm Harry Styles. From One Direction." he says with a smile, but his big green eyes are full of concern.

I opened my mouth to speak...well I thought it was to speak. Nothing came out. I was in peer shock. His smile slowly started to fade.

"What is it you were playing? It was very good. You're very talented." he says walking over to stand above me. I assumed he was reading the music. It wouldn't answer his question though, I hadn't name this piece yet.

I'm sure he would get mad soon if I didn't answer but I couldn't talk my throat was dry and my tongue was numb.

"How long have you played piano?" he asked still trying to start a conversation.

Still nothing comes out of my mouth. My celebrity crush and role model ever since he was on the X Factor is sitting right next to me! And he's trying to communicate with me and nothing comes out!

"May I?" as he motions to sit on the bench. I manage to nod and scoot over a bit for him. He sits down and looks at me. "This will be our secret. No one knows I play the piano, not even the lads." I watch in awe as he plays the entire song almost flawlessly.

"I like it." with that he stood and smiled. "Well I had better get back to my room. The lads will start to worry, especially Louis." he turned and started to walk to the door.

"Harry! Wait..." I finally managed to say. He turned around wide-eyed. "I..I'm uh...I'm Tristan. Tristan Parker." I stuttered shyly. Harry started to smile which made me feel a little better.

"Tristan," he spoke my name looking deep in thought. He smiled bigger. "I like that name."

"Um thank you. What are you doing here?" I asked once I started talking to him it all spilled out. "My father usually tells me whenever famous people stay here. Maybe he wanted to keep this a secret knowing that I would totally flip out."

"Oh we had to switch hotels last minute. Wait...Parker? Is this your family's hotel?" he asked.

"Yeah. My dad owns it." I said smiling.

"It's very nice and I haven't even seen the room yet." he compliments then continues, "Do you live around here?"

I tell him about how when I turned 18 my dad gave me a room on the 17th floor. As soon as I said 17th floor his eyes lit up.

"Really? That's the floor we're staying on!" he exclaimed gleefully.

"Yeah my dad did that on purpose. He knows i want to be famous. Sometimes, like now, I get to talk to people and get advice and such. That is after I get out of shock." I explained referring to the 15 minutes I had ignored him. He chuckled.

"You don't have to tell me...but I was wondering..what's wrong? Why were you crying?" he asked, concern in his voice.

I forgot I looked like a clown. Shit. I brought my hand to my face to wipe the majority off. Then I spoke..

"I um...I.." my voice trailed off.

"If you don't want to tell me it's fine. I was just curious" as he put his arm around me...wait..what? Harry Styles just put his arm around me!

"Um no its fine.." I started then continued telling him about Jake. When I finished I began to cry. Again. Seriously..where are all these tears coming from?

"Don't cry! He sounds like a douche. You deserve so much better than him!" Harry said. He laid my head on his chest and pulled me into a big hug.

I wanted to stay like this forever. I felt safe. Like no one was ever going to hurt me ever again. Harry was my protector, my shield. My thoughts were interrupted by reality setting in...

"Harry?"

"Yes, Tristan?"

"How long will you be here, in Los Angeles?" I ask scared of the answer. Now that Harry and the rest of the boys were here, I didn't want them to leave.

His eyes lit up and I got very confused.

"Actually, this is our last stop. After a couple concerts here we are free for awhile. Zayn, Louis, and Liam are all going to see their girlfriends, and I'm pretty sure Niall will go back to Ireland." he explained, never losing the sparkle in his bright green eyes.

"What about you?" I asked, "What are you going to do?"

He starts thinking for quite awhile then finally..

"I was thinking about going home and seeing my mum, but.." he trails off keeping me in suspense. I hate suspense.

"But what?" I ask when he doesn't continue.

"Well I don't really know how to say this.." once again he trails off. Ugh.

"Say what?" I try. It is taking everything I have not to yell at him to get to the point!

"Well, um..I know that we've only known each other for like an hour but..I'm..I'm intrigued and I want to know all about you. And I have this feeling ever since I seen you run by crying that I have never had before. I don't know what it is, but if you don't mind, I'd like to spend my time off figuring it out. With you."

The last two words melted my heart. I'm glad he's said this, I've had that kind of feeling for him ever since the X Factor but I shook it away as just some fan girl obsession. I had told Anna about it, whenever I heard any of their names my stomach felt weird. It felt as if I knew something, anything, was going to happen...maybe my stomach was right..I hope.

"Harry..I.." I honestly didn't know what to say to that. "I..I don't know what to say.."

"You don't have to, while I was saying that I made up my mind. I'm staying here in Los Angeles to figure it out. I like you, Tristan." he replies with a smile, showing off a beautiful dimple. I couldn't help but smile too.

I was still wrapped in his embrace so when he stood up I felt alone. But then his fingers intertwined with mine as he pulled me up and I no longer had that feeling. It was then I realized how much taller he is. My eyes were level with his collar bones. He put his hand under my chin, lifting my head. Our eyes met and my stomach got butterflies. His eyes were just so..so..breathtaking. He was smiling once again making that dimple appear. Between his curls, green eyes, cheeky smile, and dimple, I don't know which one is my favorite. All I know is put them together and they make you weak. And you can't forget about his adorable accent.

"I had better get back to our room. Louis is probably worried sick. Plus I'm hungry." he paused chuckling. "That doesn't matter, by now Niall has probably ate everything in the entire hotel."

I knew he loved food but somehow it's always amusing.

"Hey! Are you busy? Have you had lunch?" he asks excitedly.

I decide not to tell him I was just out with Ann, plus I hardly ate.

"No. But I'd like to clean up, I look like a clown!" I said motioning to my running mascara.

"You look beautiful! But ok." he said. We started towards the elevator.