What He Needs

•5•

After the two concerts at Barclays Center, our next stop is in Quebec, Montréal Canada. I've never been this far away from home, this is my first time in a different country. Not state, country.

We land in Montréal a couple days before the concert and check into a hotel. I get my own room with a great view of the city.

Staring out the window, I want to explore it. Actually, now that I think about it, I can explore with the amount of time I now have. I know I should probably be going over the other songs with Callum but I don't want to, I'm in a new city and I'm going to explore it.

Opening my door, I look to see if anyone is in the hall way. Coast clear, I shut my door and head to the elevator. I really hope I don't run into anyone in the lobby. The flight here was awkward enough with me avoiding Abel like the plague. I may be playing his game but he doesn't need to know that just yet.

Outside I look at the hotel name, making a mental note we're staying at Hotel Bonaventure Montreal.

Where do I go first? I know next to nothing about this place. Maybe I should let my phone guide me.

Pulling it out I look up the most popular places to go in Montréal.

•{•}•

It's nine thirty and I'm lost. I'm not sure how I got lost following my phones map.

When I started out earlier the first place I went was The Montréal Museum of Fine Arts. From there I visited a large volcanic-related hill called Mount Royal then to finish off my day, I went for a twilight walk down Old Montréal.

From there I don't know where I went wrong, all I did was look up a fast food place to get something to eat then bam, I have no idea where I am.

Nothing looks familiar and I have a thing about asking strangers for directions. I'm paranoid I'll ask a murderer and he'll track me down to kill me later.

I sigh sitting down on a bench, darn it. I roamed around for another thirty minutes trying to retrace my steps. The farthest I get is Old Montréal.

I jump when my phone starts ringing, an unknown number pops up. Not thinking twice about the number like I normally would have, I answer it, "Hello?"

"Where are you?!" Abel yells.

I feel a huge wave of relief hearing his voice. It takes me a second to answer, it's a little embarrassing to admit I got lost.

"Nava, where the fuck are you?!" He continues and it makes me smile. He was worried about me.

"I'm on Old Montréal. I got lost"

"What do you mean you got lost? How the hell do you get lost? Don't you have a map on your phone? Shit, Nava, I'm on the way. Don't you fucking move." He abruptly hangs up on me but I don't mind.

He found me and that's all that matters. I'm not even going to get mad at the fact that he cussed me out.

He found me and he's coming to get me.

Twenty minutes later I see him walking towards me with his hands shoved in his pockets and I stand twisting my fingers together. I can tell he's still mad at me.

Fighting the urge to bite my lip I say, "Hi. Thanks for coming to get me"

"Shut up," he fumes. "I can't believe you left the fucking hotel without telling me! Shit not just me, anyone. What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He's yelling now and it makes me feel like a child.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to explore the city" I try to explain.

"By your fucking self? Something could have happened to you and no one would know because you didn't fucking let someone know shit" he looks so angry.