Love, Eternal

Old Port of Montreal

Little bit of a trigger warning in this and the next chapter, mentioning anxiety, panic attacks and things like that.
Sending love to anyone that suffers with any illness❤️

Nola walked out of the hotel followed by Charlotte, they headed out to a bar nearby that Charlotte had been to before. Nola was glad to be out with her friend, she wanted to chill out and be happy. Although she was fine with Pierre, the fact they had argued and his comment had affected Nola more than she thought it would. Exactly what she was afraid of happening, was happening. She was anxious and down and overthinking everything, the predicted weather for the weekend was not helping, and the drinks Nola had already had were adding fuel to the fire. She had even turned the comments off on her posts because she didn't want anything worse to tip her over the edge.

"Nola?" Charlotte was watching Nola from the car

"Mhm?" Nola snapped her head from the window to look at Charlotte

"Are you okay?" She asked, she nodded and smiled politely

"The rain puts me on edge, but I'm good" Nola smiled and it seemed to have kept Charlotte at bay, for now.

Nola walked back into her hotel room in the early hours of the morning, holding back the tears until her door closed. She had slipped further and further into sadness and anxiety, everything coming to the surface. The drinks weren't helping but she kept up her facade in front of her friend to make sure she didn't worry anyone. She slid down the door and sat on the floor, the tears were well and truly there now, she sobbed as she pulled out her phone. She wanted Charles, but she knew she couldn't because then Charlotte would know she lied to her. Freya was in a different country so she couldn't rely on her best friend now.

"Hello? Nola it's two in the morning" His sleepy voice came through the phone and grumbled

"I need you" Nola sobbed, unable to contain herself

"I'll be right there" He said as he hung up the phone.

Nola dropped her phone beside her and cried and cried, she wasn't sure what to do. She was unaware of the time that passed until there was a knock on the door, it vibrated through Nola. She slid away from it and opened it, remaining on the floor.

"Oh Nola" he hurried in quickly shutting the door and getting down on the floor and pulling her into a hug.

"Lando I don't know what's wrong" Nola sobbed into his chest.

"Right first of all you're going to go and get changed. Get something warm on, we'll go for a walk and get some crappy food yeah?" Lando whispered as he brushed the hair from her face. Nola nodded "and then we'll talk all about it okay?"

"You need to sleep though, you've got stuff to do tomorrow" Nola mumbled

"You're far more important Nola"

Nola got up and pulled out a tracksuit and a her white and blue Nike trainers, she washed the makeup off of her face, what was left of it anyway, and tied her hair up into a ponytail. She come out of the bathroom and Lando was sitting in the chair, he jumped up as Nola came out.

"Are you sure?" Nola asked

"Absolutely, come on" Lando walked Nola out of the room and out of the hotel. Lando had been to Montreal before, he knew his way around. He walked Nola through the quiet streets and to a takeaway place he knew was still open.

"I'll get it" Nola said

"Nope"

"Lands please, I'm the reason you're out right now" Lando rolled his eyes and allowed Nola to pay for the food. They walked along eating their chips.

"Now, tell me what happened?"

"Well Monday is the day my dad died so that's set me off already, and now I'm disappointed that I've just been in such a high for the last few weeks, and now it's like everything had come crumbling down around me"

"Hmm, not that I care as you know I'm always here. But why didn't you call Pierre? Why me?" Lando asked her

"I don't know. I needed a friend, and it was his comment that didn't help matters and has thrown me off" Nola mumbled, suddenly losing interest in her food and throwing it away as the pair sat down together on a bench facing the water of the port. The clock tower and bridge to their left. The water quietly sloshed against the side.

"What did he say?"

"Well it started because I was looking through the comments on the post by Elite. I was looking through the negative"

"Oh Nola"

"I know I know. But Pierre took my phone which wasn't really an issue. But later on we had a conversation, which turned into an argument because I said was reading them to know where I stood and to know how I could better myself"

"Well reading negative from silly people isn't going to help"

"But then he told me how quickly I can swing with my mentality and that I wasn't as strong as I thought I was"

"Ouch"

"He was tired, I was tired, but then we argued. We sorted it out, but it's put my into a whole downward spiral. He said about how quickly and easily I can swing, and then makes a silly comment. I've been getting worse all day, I went out with Charlotte and now I've got worse, I lied and told her I was fine which makes me the worst person in the world" Nola was sobbing all over again, Lando hated seeing her like this. He was very protective of Nola and he wasn't happy that Pierre had made that comment, he pulled his friend in a hug, wrapping his arms around her, almost shielding her from the outside world.

"I can see that, you're not a bad person Nola, does he know what monday is?"

"Im not sure? I think so. I just want to be okay. I'm fed up. Everytime I'm happy or things are going to well, I just feel like I'm waiting to feel sad again. And to have someone you love more than anything be the one to do it to you"

"I'm sure he didn't mean it like that, he loves you so much. But you can't live every happy moment waiting for the bad, just remember you would have been giving this in life if you couldn't handle it and it didn't make you stronger"

Lando and Nola spoke for a while before he walked her back to her hotel and made sure she was settled into bed before leaving. He would check on her tomorrow for sure. But for now he needed to get some sleep before Jon had a massive go at him for practise tomorrow.