If You Let Me Know... [N.H.]

12. Queen of California

"I'm gonna get going" I say in Spanish putting my head round the sitting room's door.

"You look stunning!" Daniel whistles.

"Dan, I'm wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt"

"Girls who wear a pair of jeans and a t-shirt have something"

"So does One Direction say" I laugh taking the Oyster card from the table and waving goodbye.

"Where are you going, by the way?"

"John Mayer, O2 arena. Gotta run or I'll be late"

"Are you coming home for dinner?" Dan asks as I make my way down the stairs.

I walk back to the sitting room shaking my head.

"But Natalie is" I say, "She should arrive in half an hour or so. See you later!" I say blowing him a kiss and walking fast to the underground station.

It's almost a half an hour ride, and even though I've got plenty of time, I don't want to risk it. The underground arrives a couple of minutes later and I find an empty seat on which I flop down sighing heavily.

Knowing I'd lose my Sunday afternoon, I had to wake up earlier today to finish the report about my stay at the cardiac services. After a month of my arrival to the city, I have spent two weeks in the cancer services, and the last two in the cardiac ones. I'm starting with Children and Young People care tomorrow and I am really excited, specially since I want to specialize in Pediatrics.

The surroundings of the arena are quite crowded, but I've been to other concerts before so I know how to make my way to the right gate.

Once there, I hand my ticket to a security guard and with a smile, I enter the arena. There's a lot of security which is a normal thing considering what kind of event this is, and the fact that there are guards everywhere somehow comforts me from being surrounded by thousands of people. I'm not that great with big crowds.

I walk to the stage, trying to get as closer to it as possible and when I see I can't really walk much further, I stop.

It's still 45 minutes until the show starts so I just hum to who knows which song has got stuck in my head and look around.

A couple of meters away from me, I spot a back that looks familiar: broad shoulders, short blond hair with brown roots.

Can't be.

The boy laughs and turns a bit to the left and I have to hold back a gasp when I recognize him.

Oh, my God.