Famous

36

Yay! This has been a long awaited part, so I'm hoping you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it... BUT WE'RE FINALLY GETTING SOMEWHERE WITH THIS STORY LINE!

So I was wondering, do you reckon you guys can get my other story After Dark to 1k reads? I think if you like this, you'll probably like that one too (it has quicker updates also).

As I said I would post a photo per chapter, so this is Tristan when he came to her house (dark shades and all)

Enjoy

xo

I woke up with the television buzzing and someone pounding on my door. I rubbed my eyes before I checked my phone and saw that it was 4:24 a.m. and I had heaps of messages from Tristan.

I stumbled over to the door where the knocking continued as I shouted at them to not be so loud. I checked through the blind, only to see a swarm of people crowding around the front yard with camera's. I instantly unlocked the door and let Tristan in, who was out of breath with his hair all over the place. I shut the door around him and he threw his arms around me, his sweaty body hitting me, forcing me to inhale his scent.

"Tristan? What are you doing its four a.m.?" I asked, hugging him back before pushing his energized body off of me. He shook his head.

"I'm so sorry I just tried to walk here and the paparazzi found me – "

He was interrupted by a knock on the door behind us. I turned off all the lights and we moved over to the couch.

"Why didn't you drive here?" I asked, pushing his hair off his face as he sat on the couch beside me.

"I just wanted some fresh air and made my way here, but they obviously found me." He sat back on the couch and ran his hands through his hair again, setting it on sides like it was when he walked in.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" I asked, getting up but his hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back down to the couch.

"Mae, you don't need to take care of me," he smiled. We both turned to the television as late-night reruns of The Simpsons were on.

"I see you made an Instagram account," Tristan smiled again, and sat forward on the couch so he was level with me, "take a look at it."

I picked up my phone from the seat and clicked on the app. I clicked on my profile and saw that I had over 7000 followers and the one photo I posted had 2,261 likes and over two hundred comments.

"What happened?" I asked, smiling. I had somehow got popular over the past night.

"That's the power of social media," he laughed before touching my leg and getting up off of the couch. He briefly checked out the window.

"They're still here," he paused to look up the stairs, "Is Sara asleep?" He then turned and paced into my kitchen where he sat himself on one of the chairs at the bench.

"She left. It was time for her to go home, I only have three weeks of holidays left." I got up and stood in front of him, where he grabbed my hands.

"Are you saying we only have three weeks left together?" he looked down to the floor.

"Tristan you're moving all the time. We will see each other. Are you doubting that?"

"I'm not, but Miami is the other side of the country."

"You knew that when we started this. Yeah, Miami is a long way away, but I only have one year left of school. We'll find a way."

"I'm really sorry I didn't message you yesterday, my day was so busy with meetings and all."