Tristan - Exchange
“What the-” you said as you opened up the luggage.
“This isn’t my stuff!”
You sighed and looked through the stuff in the bag to see if you could find a name or adress.
In the en you found a name tag.
“Ok, Tristan. Where are you?” You said to yourself as you serched the bag.
Thats when you realized you only had like two outfits with you. Everything else was in your bag. “Christ, what the hell am I gonna wear now? You said.
Finnaly you found a phone number.
You took out your phone and called the number it said.
“Hello?” He said. He was British.
“Hi um, is this Tristan Evans?”
“Uh, yes. Who is this?”
“My name is Y/N, I think we might have confused our bags at the airport, because I took yours by accident.”
“Oh! Yes! I have yours. Y/N right? I couldn’t find any phone number, I was hoping you would”
“Great! So… please don’t tell me that you’re like on the other side of the world…”
“Im in America, in the US”
“Really?! Great! Me too!”
You both spoke for a while and you coordinated a place to meet. He was in a hotel, not far from yours.
You sat in a couch in the lobby of his hotel, waiting.
You felt someone tap on your shoulder.
You turned around, he was tall. You blushed a little because he was smirking at you.
“Yeah, thats me.” You mummbled.
“I’m sorry for all the confusion, but anyways, here’s your bag” he said as he handed it to you.
You reached for his bag and handed it to him.
“God, finnaly!” You said as you recieves your stuff.
“I’ve been wearing the same thing for so long! I had like, no clothes, thank god.” You said and he laughed.
“Yeah me too, one of my bandmates lent me these clothes, I didn’t have anything either”
“Oh, I’m in a band, called The Vamps”
“Oh! The Vamps! Yeah I’ve heard of you! That’s so cool.”
He was smiling at you.
You blushed once again.
“Ok, well thanks for everything” you said picking up your stuff.
“Sure thing, thanks too”
As you where leaving he stopped you.
“Hey, you still have my number right?”
Note: smooth AF😂. Short fic, hope you liked it.