The Weeknd Imagines

Old friends

Abel's pov:

I'm currently on the European leg of my tour and today I have a show in France.

I didn't bring any of the crew with me since they all wanted to go and see their families for the rest of the week.

So now it's just me and Simi.

I sigh as I flick through the channels on the tv, everything is in French so it's just boring.

It's Not that I don't understand, I just can't be bothered translating it all in my head and besides, Simi doesn't understand it.

I hear Simi also sigh and then I feel a weight on my shoulder.

I look to my right to see her head resting there.

I kiss the top of her head and hold her hand.

"What's up sims?"
I ask her.

"Just bored, there's nothing really to do here without our friends"
She says, shrugging.

I place my hand on my heart and fake offence.

"Uh, excuse me? I'm here"
I say.

She laughs at my silliness.

"I know"
She mumbles.

"Why don't we go out?"
I suggest.

She sits up from off my shoulder and looks at me.

"Where?"
She asks.

I shrug.

"We could go on like a boat ride or something like that, I don't know"
I laugh.

She purses her lips.

"Abel, are you trying to be romantic right now?"
She asks.

I'm not really a sentimental person so she's gonna tease me about this now.

"Maybe"
I smirk.

She laughs.

"Well it's working, let's go on a boat ride babe"
She smiles.

We get up and get dressed and leave the hotel.

Once we're in the lift I pull out my phone to try and see if there's any boat rides near by.

Just before the lift doors shut someone slides in quickly.

It's a woman I think, just based off the scent.

That perfume smells familiar, is it someone I know?

I decide against looking up because it's probably just some hoe I fucked before.

"Uh excuse me?"
I hear a feminine voice with a cute French accent ask.

Simi is first to answer and I'm still looking at my phone.