All I Know | Bojan Cvjetićanin

19. Can I just Throw Out A Wild Idea Here?

Eva's POV

After a night that I wouldn't forget anytime soon, hours later I woke up from loud banging on the door. Almost simultaneously, I heard Bojan wake up with a grumble as well. I know I set an alarm on my phone in the hotel lobby last night. But I also forgot to charge the damn thing. I heard a loud voice from the other side of the door. It was a voice I didn't recognise, and it spoke in Slovene, and the only word I recognised was Bojan's name.

"Eno minuto!" Bojan shouted back before kissing my head. "It's just Kiki, he drove us from the venue to here." He said after he could probably see the fear on my face.

Bojan climbed out of bed and opened his overnight bag. He threw some shorts and a sweatshirt my way before putting on shorts and a shirt himself. He waited until I had put on the clothes before opening the door. The man walked inside and just recognised my presence with a nod before him before he started rambling to Bojan.

Bojan's face fell in reaction to what was being said. The entire conversation only lasted a minute or so before the man left again, with Bojan cursing in frustration. Something had to be going on, and it had to be bad. 

"What's going on?" I asked as I climbed out of bed.

"Nace has a family emergency. Someone's driving him back home." Bojan said. "He can't play tonight, everyone's in some meeting room in the hotel trying to figure out what to do next."

"Oh fuck. What's going on?" I asked and quickly made my way to my own bag to charge my phone which had died overnight and to get changed into some jeans and a shirt. I looked at the clock in the room. It was only nine, so the two of us hadn't overslept, but clearly it was time to leave right away.

"I don't know. He said no one died, but it's serious." Bojan said and grabbed his bag that reminded me of a fanny pack, which according to him was definitely not a fanny pack. It usually was something I'd make a lighthearted joke out of, but right now definitely wasn't the time for it. Bojan seemed seriously worried. Of course he was, he just heard his friend was having an emergency. He had his hand outstretched as he waited for me at the door. I took his hand, gently squeezing it in reassurance before the two of us headed to meet the other guys. 

When we arrived in the meeting room, Kris and Jan were both on the phone. "What's been taking you so long? We've called you two like a thousand times." Jure said, thankfully in English for once.

"Phone batteries died." Bojan said and nodded at Jan and Kris. "What's happening?"

"Kris is on the phone with people from the venue trying to reschedule. Jan's calling some friends to see if they can replace Nace for a night if we can't." Jure said and patted Bojan's back. "I'm heading out for a smoke. Text me if there's news." None of them looked exceptionally well, which was probably due to the early wake up call and the news they heard upon waking up. It was easy enough to understand that Jure needed a smoke break right now. 

I checked my phone and saw the first calls were from about forty minutes ago, so the lot of them had been awake a while before us. I plugged my phone in one of the outlets and walked back to Bojan, gently rubbing his back to keep him from pacing around. He clearly didn't know what to do, his eyes were unfocused and I could see he was picking at his shirt. 

"Send him a text to let him know we're thinking about him." I whispered softly, hoping that giving him something do to would help to keep him from falling apart. "Kris and Jan will sort out the rest. I'll go talk to the reception and see if I can grab some breakfast for you guys."

I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders as Bojan hugged me close to his chest. "This isn't how I wanted today to start out." He murmured quietly before kissing my forehead. "Thank you for being here."