The Unexpected ( A Tristan Evans Fanfiction)

Part 22

James' P.O.V.

As I walked into the bathroom I felt my phone buzz in my pocket letting me know that I had a text, I closed the door behind me and took my phone from my pocket seeing that the message was from Con.

From: Con

Meet me in the hotel lobby in 5 mins, I think Sky and Brad need to talk.

To: Con

Okay, I'll be down in 5. I think Ava and Tristan need to 'Talk' too ;).

After sending the message to Connor I quickly brushed my teeth and changed into my pyjamas, I walked out of the bathroom seeing that Ava was sat on the bed and Tristan was looking through his bag. I still had a few minutes to kill before going to meet Connor, but Tristan came up to me and nudged me with his elbow in my ribs telling me to leave. How rude.

"Well, Connor wants me to meet him in the lobby. He got ergh lost? Getting a... drink. Bye guys." I sent Tristan an over exaggerated wink and left the room before he could hit me.

I made my way to the lift while texting Con telling him that I would be down soon, I knew that there was something going on with Ava and Tristan, I had my suspicions since this morning with the water bottle situation in the van, but now it is very clear they both have some sort of feelings towards each other. I actually find it quite cute.

I walked out of the lift and found Connor sat at a small table in the corner of the lobby. I sat down opposite him and let out an exaggerated sigh, "What do we do now?" I moaned, looking up to Connor who had a thoughtful look on his face.

"We wait about half an hour and then go back, that should give Brad and Sky time to talk. Right?" He asked looking for an answer, Instead I replied "Why do they need to talk? He's been horrible to her."

"There's a reason he's been acting this way." Connor responded almost instantly, I expected him to carry on his sentence, hopefully telling me what the reason is but he didn't so I just sat and thought for a minute.

"He likes her doesn't he? And he was annoyed that we were getting close to her. I'm right aren't I? Gosh, he should have just told us instead of being moody about it." I can't believe I had only just figured out why Brad has been moody all day.

"Yeah, he does like her. But I don't know if I was suppose to tell anyone so don't let on that you know about it. Please let him tell you himself." Connor spat out rather quickly, I understand where he is coming from I really do, I just don't understand why Brad didn't tell us.

So now we just wait.

Ava's P.O.V.

I sat on the bed awkwardly waiting while Tristan was in the bathroom changing into his pyjamas, then I remembered that I didn't have my overnight bag that held my pyjamas and clothes for tomorrow, or should I say later today. The bag was still in the boot of my dads car and the bag I had with me was my bag that held my day to day stuff like my makeup bag and purse. Although I didn't have my pyjamas or clothes, I silently thank myself for keeping my makeup bag and phone charger in this bag. I took the phone charger out of my bag and plugged my charger in, laying my phone on the bed side table.

A few minutes had passed and Tristan finally left the bathroom, "Ugh you can go and get ready now." He smiled shyly gesturing towards the bathroom.

"I... I ugh, don't have any pyjamas with me." I murmured hoping he heard my sentence so I wouldn't have to repeat myself, I already felt slightly embarrassed.

"Hang on a second." He grinned, walking over to his bag of clothes. He searched the bag and pulled out a dark blue tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants, he walked back over to me handing me the pile of clothes. "Wear these, they might be a bit big but they should be comfortable."

"Thanks Tris, I'll just go and get changed then." I quickly shuffled into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I walked towards the sink, turning the hot tap on and filling the sink up, I cleared off all traces of makeup from my face leaving only my mascara on to stop my eyes from looking dull. Usually I would take all my makeup off, but with sharing a room with Tristan I still want to look somewhat presentable in front of him. After removing my clothes and putting the sweatpants and tank top on I was ready to leave the bathroom, before moving anywhere I took a deep breath and double checked myself in the mirror to make sure I looked okay.

I managed to gracefully walk out of the bathroom successfully without tripping and walked towards the bed side table where I had left my phone. I stood for a few minutes checking whatever messages and notifications I had, replying to the important ones and the odd few tweets. Through the corner of my eye I could see Tristan staring at me for a good thirty seconds before he spoke up, "You can sit down you know. On the bed, I mean if you want to that is."

I looked away from my phone, giving him a soft smile and told him I would after checking through the last of my messages. I locked my phone and placed it back on the table for it to charge for the rest of the night, then sat on the bed with my back on the wall and crossed my legs mirroring how Tristan was sitting. At first we were sat in a comfortable silence, but then we talked for a good ten or fifteen minutes about small things such as how Sky and I met and what we had done over the summer. I told him about seeing them for the first time at sound control in Manchester and how amazing I thought their performance was. He told me about how he missed his family but he wouldn't change how things were right now because he has always wanted to perform in front of many people and for them to enjoy it.

I could feel my body slouching from tiredness after talking for quite a while, so I placed my hands on the mattress using whatever energy I had left from the day to push my body up so that I was sat upright again. Just as I placed my hands down, I felt the warmth of Tristan's hand on top of mine as he was going lift himself too. Tristan didn't move his hand like I thought he would, we both just stared down at our hands. I attempted to move my hand away because I was worried he would feel them become sweaty from nerves, but as I did he turned my hand around so the palms of our hands were touch and let his fingers slide in the gaps between mine. It felt like that was how it was meant to be, like our hands fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

I slowly lifted my head to see what Tristan's reaction was to this action, his eyes held a thoughtful and caring look while his gaze was still on our hands. It had been a few seconds before he slowly tilted his head upwards so that his eyes locked on mine, his eye were soft and full of warmth, making me feel comfortable and safe being so close to him that I could feel the heat of his body.

I felt our faces becoming close enough that I could hear the soft whisper of his breath as he exhaled. Tristan made the final move leaning forwards, softly pressing his lips to mine, however they were quickly removed before I could respond. I'm not going to lie I felt disappointed.

However the feeling of disappointment soon left when I saw his expression, it was as if he was asking if I was okay with that, as soon as I nodded his eyes closed and he leaned back in. My eyes instantly shut as his soft lips connected to my own kissing me slowly, he ran his fingertips up my forearm leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he lifted his hand up to cup my cheek, tracing his thumb along the curve of my cheekbone. His kiss was soft, not rushed, just how imagined it would be.

The hand which rested on my cheek had been removed as he leaned over me, wrapping his arm around my waist and placing his hand on my hip, everywhere he touched left a warm, tingling sensation. I felt Tristan carefully laying me down on the bed, leaning over me still kissing as if it would be our last. We both pulled away knowing we had to breathe at some point, other than our ragged breaths the room was full of silence, but not an awkward silence, a comfortable one which I was happy with.