#lewis hamilton drabble

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king of my heart — lewis hamilton

pairing. lewis hamilton x nepo baby!actress!reader

genre. social media au

face claim. gigi hadid

warnings. mentions of age gap, swearing, some online hate, lewis and reader are literally the hottest couple ever, daniel lowkey trolling lando, sex jokes ??, mixed up met gala years sorryyyy, some inaccuracies with race outcomes shshsh

author’s note. hello anon! thank you for being my first request for my 1k event 🥰 i wasn’t sure if you wanted an imagine style thing or not so i’ve gone for a social media au. hope that’s ok ! if not just let me know and i can redo this for you <3

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yourusername when he takes you on a romantic getaway to a private beach island after being away for a month 🥹🥹 lewishamilton i love u bby 💕

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lewishamilton Only the best for my Queen 🤍

yourusername 😘😘

username stopppp they’re so adorable 😭😭

username WHEN IS IT MY TURN

danielricciardo get yourself a man who’ll spoil you even though you literally have a higher net worth than him 🤩🤩🤩

yourusername i highly recommend it x

username danielricciardo you looking for a sugar daddy? 👀

danielricciardo why you offering? 😏

username DANNY WTF 😭

landonorris me and who? 👀

danielricciardo your right hand

landonorris wow

username what is in the air in australia today 😭

username sis is winning at life 😔

username wdym lewis is the one who should count himself lucky 🤷‍♀️

username bc his girlfriend’s a nepo baby who’s never worked a day in her life? don’t think so but ok 😂😂

username WOAH WOAH WOAH

username you come for y/n you’ll have to get through ME FIRST BITCH 🔪🔪🔪

username girlie woke up and chose violence yeesh

username you did not just claim an OSCAR WINNING ACTRESS have never worked a day in her life oh my god 😭

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username embarrassing 😳

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username lewis out here defending y/n from the haters 🥹 where can i find a man like that??

zendaya the cutest couple 😍

yourusername thank you my love 😘

tomholland2013 ?? 🤨

yourusername 😐🖕

username team y/ndaya button >>>

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lilymhe oooh la laaa 😍😍

yourusername my girl 😚

username imagine being able to say you’re dating THE y/n y/l/n i’d never fucking shut up about it

username it’s a good job lewis doesn’t shut up about it then 😭

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themetgalaofficial This year’s hottest couple, award-winning actress Y/N Y/L/N and seven-time Formula 1 World Champion, Sir Lewis Hamilton, grace the Met Gala red carpet 🤍

username she’s everything. he’s just ken.

username you did not just call LEWIS HAMILTON ‘just ken’ 😭

username she doesn’t deserve him 🤢🤢

username seriously what does he see in her?? she’s completely talentless. the only reason she’s managed to land ANY acting job is because of her father. she’s a fucking fraud. 🙄

username no need for the negativity honey, lewis still isn’t going to fuck you x

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username SHE DID NOT 😭😭 WHAT AN ICON

username omg y/n looks like a goddess 😍 and lewis is there too i guess…

username fucking nepo baby. fuck off and blow daddy’s money somewhere else u whore 🖕🖕

username i smell jealousy…

username 😂😂 what’s there to be jealous of?

username maybe the fact that y/n is a thousand times richer and more successful than you will ever be OF HER OWN MERIT…oh and the fact she’s fucking lewis hamilton every night, which you so clearly want to do from the BLATANT jealousy your comments reek of 😘

username ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

username ma’am, you dropped this 👑

username SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK 🎤🎤

username oh, y/n’s stylist has outdone herself with this one 🤩

username MOM AND DAD

username they’re so 😩😩😩

username i want them both so bad 🫠

username who’s the arm candy in this relationship? 🤔

username i’d say y/n because she’s prettiest…but lewis. it’s definitely lewis.

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username somehow i just know she walks him like a DOG

yourusername thank you for having us ☺️🤍

themetgalaofficial It’s our pleasure 🤩

username yourusername HEY QUEEN

username even the met gala is an y/n fan

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lewishamilton The happiest 4 years with my Queen 🤍 Here’s to forever x

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yourusername the last picture was uncalled for 🥲

yourusername but i love you with everything that i have to give, my champion ❤️

lewishamilton I’m the luckiest man on earth to call you mine 😘

landonorris this is the sappiest shit i’ve ever read.

yourusername stay salty, lando 😚

danielricciardo landonorris it’s ok, mate, we know you’re doomed to be single for life. here if you ever want to talk x

yourusername danny 😭

landonorris ouch.

username SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP WHEN IS IT MY TURN

username they’re so in love it makes my heart hurt

username the third picture is proof Y/N WALKS HIM LIKE FUCKING ROSCOE 😭😭

username ok but WHENS THE PROPOSAL COMING???

username lewishamilton WHEN??

mercedesamgf1 Happy anniversary to our golden couple 🤩

yourusername thank you admin! 🤍 can’t wait to see you in singapore x

mercedesamgf1 We’re looking forward to it 🫶

username i still don’t like y/n but…this is kind of cute

username now that’s character development 👏

username glad you’ve finally realised !!

zendaya happy anniversary, my loves 😍

yourusername thank you sweetie 😘 come visit soon !

sebastianvettel Happy anniversary! 🤍

lewishamilton ❤️

username omg seb interacting on instagram? what is this parallel universe 🫨

username yourusername lewishamilton YOU GUYS LOOKING FOR A DOG BC I CAN BARK

username girl wtf 😭

username when they have kids they’re gonna be the ultimate milf and dilf 🤩

username STOP i need dilf lewis rn 😭

username MY FAVOURITE COUPLE I LOVE YOUUUU 💕

username it literally feels like yesterday that they first got together 😭

username i knowwww how has it been four years already?

username i want what they have 🥹🫶

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yourusername king of my heart 👑

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lewishamilton 🤍🤍

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୭ 🗝️ ✧ ˚. 🪩 puppy love . . . (l.h.)

— the last thing that you expect to find when wandering around monaco is a lone dog also exploring the streets. your search for his owner proves far more successful than you could have imagined.

+ requested by a lovely anon! this idea was so so cute so thank you sm for sending it in, i hope you enjoy! banner from cafekitsune!

+ pure fluff, roscoe is the ultimate match maker here.

monaco was truly everything you could have dreamed it would be, and then some.

for the past few days, you and your friends had frequented the glorious larvotto beach, explored the overly lavish stores and casinos, and had even been convinced to walk the length of the famous race track that encircled the streets.

meanwhile, your nights were spent in fancy restaurants and expensive clubs, the over-priced champagne giving you a real taste of the opulent lifestyle of those who lived there.

months and months of extra shifts at work had finally paid off, and so you were determined to make the absolute most of every last minute of the trip. not a moment was to be wasted, which was exactly why you and another friend were wandering around the city whilst the rest of your group slept off an awful hangover.

it was as you lifted a hand to adjust the sunglasses that were slipping from your face that you caught sight of a flash of brown in your peripheral vision. confusion prompted your brows to furrow, a feeling that only heightened as you realised what the flash actually was.

seemingly on his own was a large bulldog, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth in a display of happiness. a brief survey of your surroundings confirmed your suspicions that the dog was unattended, and your frown deepened. 

unable to leave the poor thing by himself in the middle of such a busy place, you began to walk over, taking slow, tentative steps in an effort not to startle the animal.

“hello,” you cooed, voice heading up an octave as you held out a hand in a gesture of friendship. “oh you are gorgeous, aren’t you?”

your friend stifled a laugh at the sight of you, crouched down and offering your hand for the random dog to sniff, an experiment to decide whether or not he would deem you worthy of his companionship. 

“what are you doing here, hm?” you continued, more to yourself than the dog. “where’s y’parent?”

as the dog tilted his head in search of gentle pats, he had also inadvertently revealed the collar sitting around his neck, complete with a silver tag that, thankfully, appeared to be engraved.  

still cooing and fussing over the animal, you gently plucked the tag between your fingers. you manipulated the metal away from the sun in order to make out the letters printed there, and sighed in relief as you read.

ROSCOE. IF FOUND, PLEASE CALL XXXXX-XXX-XXX.

bingo.

“don’t worry, roscoe,” you hummed. “gonna get you home.”

your fingers danced across the keypad of your phone. as the familiar sound of the dial tone rang out, you gnawed at your bottom lip, anxiously awaiting an answer.

not wanting to let him out of your sight, you remained in a squat position despite the burn building in your thighs. the feeling of soft fur against the palm of your hand turned out to be one hell of a motivator. 

“hello?”

the voice on the other end of the line was, undoubtedly, male, and also undoubtedly breathless. a pang of sympathy struck you as you noted the worry in the stranger’s voice, as if he’d been hunting for the dog for a while before your call came through.

“hello! sorry to bother you,” you started, tongue poking out to wet your lips before you continued. “but i think i’ve got your dog with me. he’s a bulldog? roscoe?”

“oh thank god,” the stranger rushed out, a thankful chuckle rumbling through your phone’s speaker. “i’ve been all over looking for him, i was starting to get worried.”

“he’s okay, i’ve got him here and he seems… pretty happy, actually,” you assured, unable to keep a smile out of your voice as roscoe’s tail began to wag a little faster. 

scanning your surroundings in an effort to find some way to mark your location, you noted a café with a name emblazoned above their doorway.

“i’m right next to a roca, the little café?” you explained. "i don't know if it would be easier for you to come to me. not sure how i'd get him to follow along with me, is all," you laughed.

"a roca," the man mumbled, an affirmative tone in his voice. "give me five minutes, i'll be there as fast as i can. thank you so much, seriously. i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't found him."

your face flushed a little at the appreciative tone and high praise, and you struggled to keep the smile out of your voice as you replied.

"it's really no problem. i'd want someone to do the same for me."

after exchanging quick goodbyes, and not before being thanked another three times, you and your friend managed to coax the dog a little closer to the café, wanting to find the quietest spot possible on such a busy street.

"he said he was coming?" your friend confirmed.

"in about two minutes."

"did he sound cute?"

"seriously?"

your friend only laughed, shrugging her shoulders in nonchalance. in her eyes, the question was fully justifiable, and you would have happily answered it if the answer had not been yes.

a few more minutes passed before a familiar voice met your ears, prompting you to look up in search of roscoe's owner.

what you weren't expecting was to meet the eyes of a man who was downright beautiful. he was practically divine, his deep, tattooed skin glowing under the sun as though it had been crafted purely to highlight his biceps.

his braids were pulled back into a ponytail, and as he smiled at you in thanks, you caught sight of the slightest gap between his bright teeth.

you'd stumbled across the dog of a fucking god.

"hi!" you greeted, hoping that your cheeks didn't look as warm as they felt.

judging by the smug look that your friend was giving you, it seemed that pure hope wasn't enough. luckily, the man was far too preoccupied in attaching a lead to the collar of his dog, enthusiastically stroking him as he gently chastised him for running off.

"thank you again, seriously. i swear this has never happened before," he said with a chuckle, hand scratching at the back of his neck.

"really, there's no need to thank me." you dismissed his praise with a wave of your hand, though your smile was practically splitting your face into two. "anyone would've done the same."

"maybe, but it was you who did, so thank you..." he trailed off as he spoke, a clear prompt for you to give your name.

"y/n, i'm y/n," you responded, cringing as you instinctively provided a small wave with your name.

"y/n," he repeated, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "i'm lewis. 's nice to meet you."

before you could say anything else, the man began digging through the pockets of his trousers, clearly hunting for something.

"i almost forgot. let me repay you, thank you, whatever you want to call it," he mumbled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he hunted for his wallet.

"stop, really, it's okay!" you assured, not needing money for the simple act of being a decent human being. you hadn't exactly done anything heroic. just kept a cute dog company until his even cuter owner arrived to reclaim him.

"fine," the man, lewis, agreed, laughing slightly as he took his hand from his pocket. "at least let me take you out to dinner?"

if you were in a cartoon, you're sure that your jaw would've hit the floor in shock. a soft, subtle nudge from your friend was a sharp reminder that you should actually answer the man instead of simply staring in surprise.

"i'd like that," you responded, biting back the wild grin that threatened to spread across your features.

"great. tonight, maybe?"

"sounds perfect to me."

"i'm looking forward to it," lewis said, the corner of his eyes crinkling playfully. "give me a text. you already have my number."

he shot you a wink and, thankfully, decided it was time for him to depart. though you were sad to see him go so soon, it served as a blessing in disguise. you were allowed to keep your cool, as he didn't get to see the sight of you and your friend freaking out, crazed grins and loud laughs escaping you at the absurdity of the situation.

you'd gotten a date with the most gorgeous man you'd ever seen, and it was all thanks to a dog.

monaco truly was a magical place.

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THE SLIP UP SERIES ★ LH44 version

pairing: lewis hamilton x singer! reader ( she/her )

summary: You and Lewis are known to be really close friends, but sometimes the adrenaline of a win or a show makes you slip up some secrets.

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note: what a busy week! but i’m finally making an appearance… for this au / version lewis wins silverstone !!

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lewishamilton 104. This feeling, sharing it with my home, it’s everything. Thank you to everyone in my team for their unwavering support. Feels like the first one, what a dream.

Also, a very special thanks to ＠yourusername, you give me strength, we rise together, we fail to hide our relationship together. I love you forever. 💜🤞🏾

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yourusername IT WAS JUST HARD OK? i tried

lewishamilton WELL if it makes you feel better, i think i made it more obvious

yourusername “i love you baby” OF COURSE you did

mercedesamgf1 Thank you PR for giving us those last words 🙌

lewishamilton i had to BEG

yourusername oh? 👀

mercedesamgf1 yeahh oh???

yourusername You are a daylight. I love you too 💜🤞🏻

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yourusername Kansas City I can’t stop loving you. Thank you for everything. All the cheering, screaming, jumping, dancing, singing at the top of your lungs. Thank you for singing "Dlaylight" with me after that little secret I told you. You were a mesmerizing crowd, love you all 💜💜💜 See you 🔜 Denver

PS Daylight is not the only song about ＠lewishamilton. Congratulations on P1, Lover. 💜🤞🏻

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lewishamilton Love you to the moon and to saturn!!!! wish we could be two places at a time 🫶🏾

yourusername Same, just don’t slip up more things 😭

lewishamilton YOU STARTED

yourusername AND YOU FOLLOWED

lewishamilton WHAT CAN I SAY one single thread of gold tied me to you

yourusername DONT USE MY LYRICS AGAINST ME U DORK

lewishamilton I JUST LOVE U

yourusername ME TOO

georgerussell63 aw blimey now i’ll have to watch you being more lovey dovey than usual 😔

mercedesamgf1 And that is a blessing, George

[chrisevansonly]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐞’ 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 (𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐜 4)

𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: lewis doesn’t know what to think when he comes home to see roscoe dressed as santa…but he knows just who’s behind it

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, very fluffy!!

𝐚/𝐧: welcome to fic number 4!! this little drabble event has been so fun so far, I FUCKING LOVE CHRISTMAS!!

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“Roscoe stay…don’t move baby..”

You smiled fixing the little santa hat on his head gently as the bulldog grumbled at your antics, which only made you laugh more.

“I know, I know but just a bit longer…”

Taking your phone in your hand you begun to take a few photos, the lights on the Christmas tree behind you only adding more of that holiday feeling to every picture.

“What is going on here?”

At the sound of your husbands voice you turned, Lewis leaning against the doorframe to the living room, watching you with curious eyes, the smallest smile tugging at his lips

“Tell him Roscoe, say mumma dressed me up to take pictures for a holiday card!”

The dog only made a growl like noise back as he shook the hat off, eliciting a laugh from the British driver as he pushed off the door frame.

“Hmm torturing him then my love?”

Feigning fake hurt you pouted, turning towards Lewis

“Now that’s just mean baby…he likes it!”

“He does?”

You nodded, Lewis smiling softly at the cute little look on your face before cradling your head in his hands, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips sweetly

“I think he looks cute, even if you’re torturing him” he stated, thumbs rubbing at the apples of your cheeks

“I’m not torturing him…he’s our child, i’m allowed to force him into cute christmas hats and clothes!”

“For now…”

A twinge of warmth spread through your face at the comment Lewis had made, a secret only the two of you knew so far, in a few months time you’d be welcoming another addition to your family. Something the two of you had been waiting for, for as long as you both could remember.

“Yeah..for now baby..which means it’s elf hat time Roscoe!”

Lewis broke out into a laugh watching as the bulldog took off towards the kitchen, you following after him as the elf hat jingled in your hands. These memories as your last Christmas just the two of you would be so special to him, knowing next time you’d have a little bundle of joy to join in on the festivities.

Maybe this would mean Roscoe could finally stop wearing all the funny holiday hats…well just maybe.

[thatsdemko]

drunk on you - l.hamilton

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requested: y

pairings: lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + lewis being a simp + established relationship

a/n: I didn’t touch on all of your request I apologize :/. feedback is appreciated xx my requests are currently open!

you’re one that usually can handle their alcohol. meaning, you know when enough has been enough, but tonight? that’s not the case.

the Australian Grand Prix was a rollercoaster ride. red flags, crashes, and penalties some how all came to an end. Lewis got on the podium at third overall, but George, his teammate, gave you all quite the scare. it’s partially why you’re drinking, the cars go so fast you have no time to tell who’s in there. part of you thought it was lewis, and part of you was just praying whoever was in the car was safe. to your luck, George was safe, but that didn’t stop the alcohol from flowing.

lewis has been with you for many years. he can recall your drunk nights in a hotel room helping you change, making you drink water. he thoughts those days were behind you, and you learned your lessons. tonight’s a whole other story.

he watches you sway to the beat of the music with Carmen, one hand grips her waist and the other is carelessly swinging your fourth drink of the night. lewis has already paid his tab, it’s George’s who keeps the bottle service flowing.

you and Carmen are both stumbling over each other, bodies nearly pressed against each other holding on for dear life. lewis finally gives in, unable to watch you struggle anymore, he taps you on the shoulder. your lazy eyes flash at him, crooked drunk smile, you’re so happy to see him even though he’s been there the whole time.

“lew, baby! you wanna dance?” you remove your hand from Carmen’s waist, stumbling into Lewis. lucky that he’s got a great reaction time, he catches you, hands gripping your waist. you’re peppering his face with kisses, drunk mumbles of incoherent words under the loud music and slurred speech.

“I think we need to go home.” he suggests, hand caressing your cheek. as much as one loves watching their significant other dance freely and make sour faces while taking shots, lewis knows you’re beyond wasted and it’s time to head back. you’ve got an early flight back to London, and he wants to help sober you up for the night.

“boo!” Carmen shouts in Lewis’ face, you nod with her giving the same chant, and he laughs. he’s not sure how he used to do this, he wasn’t sure how he ever persuaded you.

“we can order ice cream? maybe some fast food?” he suggests, it’s not up his alley, but watching your face light up to the idea of ice cream and a treat that’s not vegan makes you nod eagerly.

“is there a McDonald’s?” you ask, drool nearly slipping down your lips at the thought of chicken nuggets and French fries. he chuckles wiping his thumb across your plumped pink lips.

he takes his arm, wrapping it around your waist, and helps you maneuver your way out the club. when you finally step foot into the warm Australian air, there’s a car waiting for you both to take you home. of course, holding his promise he redirects the driver to the nearest McDonald’s.

“I love you.” you rest your head against his shoulder watching him take the greasy brown bag from the driver. he feeds you a couple of fries, you’re practically munching his fingers off you didn’t realize just how hungry you were.

“just two seconds ago you and Carmen were mad at me.” he chuckles, smile appearing on his face you feel your heart nearly trying to throb its way out of your chest. god, that man beside you was like made from heaven.

“when a vegan gets someone McDonald’s you’re bound to love them.” you happily sigh prying your hands into the bag, rustling around to find a loose fry in the bag. he’d do anything for you, if you asked him to eat a hamburger that’s pure beef, he’d probably do it. only for you.

the driver lets you both know you’ve arrived, and Lewis generously tips the man for going out of his way. of course he takes a photo with him before calling it a night, and the two of you are in the hotel elevator while you shovel fries into your face.

when you get in the room Lewis is helping you take off your heels, and when they finally come off you exhale a loud sigh sauntering freely towards the bed where you allow him to help you slip out of your dress— still attempting to eat your McDonald’s in the process.

“will you still kiss me if I eat these?” you hold up the box of six chicken nuggets, he gets a whiff of the smell, nose scrunching but he nods pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“go ahead, eat.” he lays clothes out for you to change into, right now you’re just in a bra and spandex sprawled across the bed eating. he thinks it’s cute and a little bit funny, that when you’re so drunk you’ve lost all manners. you’re truly a whole other person.

he goes in the bathroom and changes, by the time he’s done getting ready for bed, he has a glass of water for you and you’ve already put on one of his shirts and his sweatpants. why did he ever think you’d want to wear your own clothes?

“drink this for me please. you’ll thank me later.” he hands you the glass, your hands wrapping it around it like a little kid, you tilt your head back chugging until it’s empty.

“that wasn’t vodka.” you frown feeling it wash down like normal, no burn or itch against your throat.

“sorry to disappoint.” he laughs watching you curl into the bed, forgetting all other aspects of your nightly routine, the sleepiness was finally taking over you.

“I would’ve preferred it to have been vodka.”

“come on, we still have skincare to do then we can go to bed.”

[httpsleclerc]

The prompt - holding hands while he's driving! - is screaming Lewis !!! Maybe with Toto's daughter 🫣🫣

lewis stirring the pot at Mercedes fr 🤭

The low hum of Lewis' electric car had been enough to almost send you to sleep, his jacket hanging oversized over your shoulders. Another day, another date you went on with your fathers top driver without him being any wiser - Well, at least that was what you and Lewis hoped.

You shifted so you were sitting on your side, taking a minute to admire just how handsome your boyfriend was, his face illuminated by the street lamps which wizzed by you. Seeing his hand rest on the gear stick, you took your opportunity, placing your hand on top of his much larger one. Lewis smiled at the gesture, and without taking his eyes off of the road, lifted your hand to his lips, placing a small kiss onto the back of it.

"You're tired, love," He commented, smiling as he gave you a quick glance, noting just how comfortable you looked with his jacket wrapped around you. You chuckled as you nodded, smiling tiredly as you gently squeezed Lewis' hand.

"Just a little bit," You told him sleepily, in your head, you were sure that you sounded entirely convincing, but he knew that in reality, you were ready to call it a night in his passenger seat - You really were his passenger princess. Your eyes slowly drifted shut, comfy in Lewis' jacket, and your hand in his while he drove.

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THIS MAN IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL

[sunny44]

You shouldn’t let her go

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton!girlfriend reader x Max Verstappen!ex-girlfriend reader

Warnings: stupid Max, pregnancy

Summary: Max left his fiancée after years of relationship because he felt he couldn't stand being tied to someone anymore so after almost two years she shows up in the paddock with Lewis and he realizes he shouldn't have let her go.

Ps: just to make it clear, I am not in favor of the rivalry that is imposed on Lewis and Max, I know they are not friends but the reality does not match my stories, this is fiction so don't take it personally.

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When he decided that our relationship should end I thought he was joking.

For days and weeks I couldn't believe that this was real, but my mind was made up as soon as I saw pictures of him on the internet with women in parties.

It was then that I realized that our engagement was over.

I don't think I have ever suffered so much in my life, I never thought that I would be isolated for months.

I suffered so much that I started to stop eating, in the beginning I ate very little but as the days went by I decreased until I almost stopped completely but luckily my mother saved me from being at the bottom of the pit.

The first months were difficult, I had been used to our own routine for years and having to leave it suddenly was extremely difficult, in fact I was torn out of that routine.

I had to leave where I had lived for years since the apartment was his, I had to learn to take care of my place by myself since now there was no one else for me to share my tasks with.

But 5 months later I met someone, someone who made me have those feelings again, the feelings that I thought after Max I would never have again.

I already knew who he was and he also knew who I was but the fact that he was Max's enemy but leads meant that we never really talked.

Lewis and I had been dating for almost 9 months when he ask me to be his girlfriend and I remember being extremely happy that he was taking our relationship as seriously as I was.

And since that day we have been together and today would be the first time I could be in a formula one paddock since Max and I broke up.

Today was the Dutch GP and Lewis and I were on our way to the paddock, him and I had agreed early on in the relationship that we would only go public when we were comfortable letting the world know about us. I know how well this world works, if you don't do something people judge you and if you do something they judge you anyways.

And I knew what the fans would say that I was a hustler who only dates drivers and that since I got dumped by one I went after another.

But they don't know the half of it because the part where I suffered they don't care because one of the most coveted pilots became single so they can go after him and try their luck and some of them really do.

Most of them are like that, they go from city to city in nightclubs chasing silly girls who are willing to have their one minute of fame for being able to say that they fuck a formula 1 driver, but in the end this is nothing because in years of relationship he can forget you in one day so how long does it take for them to forget a simple fuck?

When we arrived in the paddock I could already feel my nervousness and so could Lewis, he knew I was afraid to come but not because I was here again or even because I had to see him.

But because of the fact that I would be judged for dating a driver who doesn't get along well with my ex for clear reasons.

But I'm already expecting that his fans don't like me.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking at me but I don't answer and just stare at nothing. "Hey, baby."

"Yeah?" I asked looking at him.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Again he asks and I don't answer. "I'm not sure we picked the right GP to do this."

"In this situation there is no right GP. But I think we picked the worst one." I say and he laughs. "Look they are going to hate me anyway with us showing up together today or in the next race so let's just get over with."

"That's the way to talk." He says cheerfully and we get out of the car.

When we got out of the car and were getting in it seemed like the world had stopped around the two of us, the flashes and noises of the cameras, the movement was so big that even some of the drivers that were scattered around looked and were surprised at what they were seeing.

Halfway there I felt Lewis taking my hand and intertwining our fingers and confirming what people were thinking.

We walked to the Mercedes garage and before we entered I could see him standing in front of the Red Bull garage with some people from the team talking to him but Max was more focused on me than on them.

When we got inside I went to say hello to the people from the team, some faces were already known but most I didn't know who they were.

"We have an unexpected visitor." I hear a voice behind me and I recognized it right away by the accent.

"Hi Toto, how are you?"

"Fine and you?"

"I'm great taking all the attention."

"It's almost as if Beyoncé is walking into the paddock."

"I felt like her." He laughs.

"I'm going to go change and be right back okay?" Lewis says and I nodded and he gave me a kiss before heading to his room.

"I'm going to get some coffee, will you let him know for me?" Toto agrees and I leave to get a cup of coffee.

Which I shouldn't have done if I knew Max would find me and come after me.

"Hi."

"Hi Max."

"Good to see you, you look great."

"Thanks."

"And how are you?"

"Fine."

"I haven't heard from you anymore."

"You wouldn't have had to know, you made it very clear that you didn't want me in your life anymore the last time we saw each other."

"And that was the biggest mistake of my life.”

"That’s your problem now." I said walking past him but he held my arm. "Can you let go of me?"

"Are you really with him or was that whole scene just to make me jealous?"

"Pay close attention because I'm only going to tell you once, you broke up with me and it was you who broke my heart. You don't know what the hell my life was like after you dumped me, so don't come to me wanting to know about my life because I don't owe you anything.”

"I'm sorry I was an asshole and I deserve that you are angry with me but seriously you are dating him? You didn't even like him."

"YOU didn't even like him Max I've never even spoken to him to draw those conclusions. And you are rivals on the track but off the track you have no connection."

"So you're dating a guy who hates me? After everything we've been through?"

"And after everything we've been through you dumped me like that for no reason at all so it looks like we're even." He looks at me with anger and sadness at the same time. "And for your information yes I am dating him and it's been a long time, it's not something recent that happened just so I could make you jealous. So leave me alone."

I turned to leave and after a few steps I stopped and looked at him.

"Actually I do owe you something.” He looked at me. "I owe you a thank you for breaking my heart years ago because then I could meet a guy who really loves me and who sees a future with me unlike you who only saw me as a trophy that you dragged everywhere."

Having said that I actually left and went to get a coffee which would actually be a tea since I was avoiding drinking too much coffee.

After buying the tea and a donut that I couldn't resist when I saw it I went back to the Mercedes garage seeing a super worried Lewis.

"Oh my God, where were you? I was worried when I came back and didn't see you here."

"I asked Toto to tell you I was going to get something to drink."

"He had to go to a meeting and must have forgotten."

"I'm fine, don't worry."

"You look a little pale, is something wrong?" He asks, running his hand over my face and I know why I was pale but I wouldn’t tell him right before the race.

"I had a forced conversation with Max on the way over."

"What did he do? Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't hurt me he just wanted to know if we were really together or I was just using you to make him jealous. But I'm not." I hasten to say."

"I know don't worry about it, don't worry about him okay? He's not worth your time."

Lewis put his arms around my waist bringing me close to him and I held his face and kissed him until we were interrupted by the crew calling Lewis to get in the car because the race was about to start, he kissed me once more and went to the car.

I didn't remember how torturous and agonizing it was to have someone you love racing at over 300km/h, every time it seemed like someone was going to crash and I was scared to death that something was going to happen to Lewis but I knew that he was an excellent driver and had total control of what he was doing.

That was until he started to lose positions and that made me and the team worried because the car was the best of the weekend.

Max was first now and I could almost hear his laughter in my head and it really pissed me off.

"Y/n come here." I heard Toto calling me and Bono handing me a microphone.

"Why are you giving this to me?" I picked up the headset in confusion.

"He's nervous for some reason and we can't calm him down so try talking to him."

"Lewis can you hear me?" I ask after I put the headset on.

"Honey? What are you doing there?"

"You need to concentrate, what's going on?"

"I keep thinking about you and him, and it's distracting me. I'm afraid that after you talked today you might want to get back together with him.”

"Don't think about it, I love you and I'm never getting back with Max, understand? I couldn't even."

"Why couldn't you?"

"Because me and our baby love you and we are here rooting for you too."

"Our baby?" he asks without understanding.

"I'm pregnant babe."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am."

"Are we having a baby?"

"Yes we are." I could hear him laughing with happiness. "So go get him."

Right then he sped up and sped up as if his life depended on it and on the last lap he passed Max and the whole garage celebrated, when he crossed the finish line we all went in front of the podium where I went running with the team and stood right in front, he jumped out of the car and celebrated and then came running towards me and kissed me, he pulled me through the fence hugging me even tighter. He bent down and kissed my belly making me laugh through my tears and the look on Max's face that came second didn't go unnoticed, I don't know if it was me but their eyes seemed to shine with the tears but at the moment I didn't care because my happiness was there with me celebrating his victory.

Bonus scene!

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Yourusername After feeling lonely and unhappy for years I finally found someone who makes me feel like the most special woman in the world. I can't thank you enough for making me shine again and for making me a better person.

And now that our family is growing, I can only thank you for always being there for us, I love you so much.

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if ur if requests are still open could i ask for one with singer!yn and she’s secretly dating lewis but another driver (maybeeeee charles or daniel hehe) names her as his celeb crush and is always liking her pics so when they confirm it everyone’s like someone check on charles/daniel 💀

him – LH 44

warnings: a few things, I was busy all day, so I very much rushed this and just kinda threw this together, so sorry for this being kinda all over the place and I also tried the whole ‘twitter thing’ as well and I’m hoping it doesn’t look to sloppy

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thank you New York for an amazing night, I love you all and will miss you sweet babies 💗😭

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y/nfan155 I have never cried more than when you played the 30th

vettelkimi y/n opinion on Charles Leclerc and Daniel Riccardo 🎤

> Y/n/l/n they’re cute 🤷‍♀️

DanielRiccardo thank you y/n

ricccarddo3 please not Daniel hiding in her comments

ashlelcerc444 Charles and Daniel both liking her pics…god they’re obsessed with her

lewishamtilon enjoyed your show tonight y/n ☺️

> y/n/l/n glad you did Lewis 🥰

Vettelmick47 LEWIS? what are you doing here

Mickshoemacher please this is so odd

roseysainz he popped out of nowhere

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vettelmick47 you’re still in New York?

Hamtilony/n Lewis opinion on y/n 🎤

asleclerc55 you talking about y/n?

Y/n/l/n fun seeing you at the show ☺️❤️

Rayvettel44 I smell something fishy

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lovely weekend in New York ❤️

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Ashleclerc16 IS THAT Y/N?!

vettelmick47 now hold on…..?

mickshoemacher y/n was wearing that dress a few nights ago at one of her shows-

leclercsainzz44 no because by her insta story and now this, I think they’re dating

sainzznorris455 I mean somebody did see them leaving a coffee shop together and holding hands

Sebastiankimi @.charles_leclerc what do you think of this? 🎤

AstonAlonso HELP?!

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ashleclerc16 SO ITS TRUE

Sebastiankimi WHAT HOLD ON?

charlessainz16 somebody check on Charles and Daniel…check on them now

LewisHamilton my dearest love 💗

Itsainzz55 @,charles_leclerc @,DanielRiccardo what do y’all think of this 🎤🎤

onlysainz55 wait the caption is lyrics from her latest album….was the song about him THE WHOLE TIME?!

> y/n/l/n 🫢🤔🤫

> itsonlysainz55 y/n what does this mean WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

notmickschmacher so @,charles_leclerc and @,DanielRiccardo y’all doing okay?

> mickshoemacher don’t think they’re doing okay

[folkloresthings]

I don't know why but Lewis Hamilton came to my mind with  knowing the medicines they’d usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed .

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[ ways to say ‘i love you’ ] knowing the medicines they’d usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed with lewis hamilton.

lewis must have had some sort of sixth sense. it was like he knew you better than you ever had known yourself, always one step ahead. he could tell when you had caught a cold before you felt your sinuses begin to close up.

“can hear it in your voice,” he told you, bringing you the flu tablets you liked the best just in time to catch your nose beginning to run. “and your skin was warmer than usual.”

for the next few days, there would never be a shortage of that medicine in the house, and some sort of internal alarm had lewis appearing by your side at the exact minute you needed to take them. he would bring you a big mug of honey and lemon before you could tell him your throat was scratching again, and a hot water bottle for your feet before you could fetch another pair of socks.

when your relationship had gotten serious, you had both agreed that you would go on birth control — lewis’ career was busy, you had your own life to work on. neither of you were planning on a baby anytime soon. and each day, as the clock struck twelve, he reminded you to take it. if he was away at a race, a text would come through at the time he would usually stick his head into the room.

“i love you, and i can’t wait until we start our little family,” lewis would murmur, kissing you softly. “but for now — i’ll keep you safe.”

the most impressive part of his skill, however, was when that time of the month rolled around. any boyfriend you’d had before paid little attention to your cycle, always seeming surprised when you asked them to nip to the store for your essentials. but not lewis.

“they didn’t have the tampons you usually get, so i got you these as well as some pads for backups,” lewis noted, setting the bag on the table next to you. glancing up, unsure if you were imagining it or not, you tilt your head. “what? you’re due your period tomorrow, aren’t you?”

“yeah, but…” you mumbled, shaking your head.

“i saw you didn’t have much left in the bathroom this morning so i grabbed some while i was out,” lewis explained, shrugging as if it was the most normal thing ever. “oh, and some painkillers — the kind that don’t make you feel sick, and some of that chocolate you liked last time.”

looking between the bag full of things and your boyfriend, now busying himself with making a cup of tea, you feel your entire chest swell with adoration. every time, without fail, he always knew what you needed. he paid attention, he cared.

“lew?” you ask, slinking your arm around his waist, turning him towards you.

“hm? you okay, baby?” he asks, brows knitting and hands brushing your hair back.

“i love you,” you whisper, tiptoes stretching up to kiss him with everything you had. and he didn’t need to say it back, because he already had.

[violetszone]

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Lewis x mom!fem!reader

From this request

Summary: One night, when you came home from work, you saw that your daughter's father, your boyfriend was cheating on you, you left the house and went to Lewis with your daughter, in the morning your boyfriend came to Lewis's door.

WARNINGS: I couldn't edit,angst,asshole bf

Life has gotten really tough since you had a baby. Of course you loved your little girl very much, she was your everything you haven't been on good terms with your boyfriend since you had a daughter.When you got pregnant with your daughter Ivy, you weren't very good with him anyway, it was like he was standing next to you just because he had to.

You were trying to be both father and mother to your daughter as much as you could. You've been living your life for 3 years, for work, home and your child, and you were really fed up.Today, you were at work again at night, your daughter and your boyfriend were alone at home, you were in a hurry to go home and feed your daughter.

When you entered the house, all the lights outside the living room were turned off, so you walked towards the living room, but when you heard the sounds of moaning, you stopped at the door of the living room for a moment.When you took a few more steps and entered the hall, you saw a girl moaning under your bf, you covered your mouth with your hand when a sudden sound came out of your mouth, the woman saw you tried to push your bf off her and cover herself with a dress.

Your bf looked in the direction the woman was looking at and when he saw you, he immediately tried to move away from the woman and come towards you.You raised your hand and started shouting as you walked away from the hall and into your daughter's room. "Don't come near me or try to say anything, I don't even want to see your face, I don't want to hear your damn voice, if you get in my way I will destroy you" You could hear your bf trying to get dressed in the living room, your daughter woke up to the sounds and was crying. You quickly gathered a few things she might need and held her in your arms.

While you were leaving the house with your daughter, your bf grabbed your arm at the door, you got rid of him right away and you showed him the car key, you took a few steps back you were about to cry "YN don't do it like that please let me explain let's talk" you walked quickly towards your car without listening to him you placed your daughter carefully in the child seat your boyfriend came after you.

You quickly got in your car and drove away before he approached you.Ivy was a little calmer, but her face was red from crying and you didn't want to cry while she was in this state.You were driving, but you didn't know where to go. You didn't know anyone in this city. Except for Lewis, your best friend for years. He has always been by your side in everything. When you look at the road in front of you, you realize that you are involuntarily on the road to his house.

A few minutes later, you parked in front of Lewis' house, took Ivy and her things, walked to the door, took a deep breath, pressed the bell, the lights were on, you felt bad for coming unannounced.When Ivy swayed in your arms, you had her bounce a little bit to stop the little girl rested her head on your shoulder and looked you in the eyes a moment later the door opened and half-naked Lewis looked at you in disbelief

"YN are you all right" you bite your lips nervously and shake your head, Lewis reaches for Ivy in your arms, Ivy gladly hugs Lewis' neck, you walk in close the door and follow them into the living room Lewis was already sitting on the couch, joking with Ivy on his lap.You walked into the living room and watched them from afar "Ivy we have to go to bed. You're sleepy at home. Let's take you to Uncle Lewis' guest room" Ivy whined for a while "Princess, I have a surprise for you in the morning so if you go to sleep now it will be morning sooner" Ivy clapped happily, kissed Lewis' cheek, and got off the couch and ran to you.

As you said, you put Ivy to bed and went back to the living room. When you couldn't find Lewis there, you looked in the kitchen, he made coffee for both of you, sat next to him, "You know, I'll listen when you're ready." You confirmed without taking your eyes off the coffee in front of you, he wouldn't judge you, you knew he would give you an idea.You briefly explained what happened, Lewis never liked your boyfriend, no matter how much he didn't want to make it clear.

You talked a little bit, you both agreed that you wouldn't see that man again, no matter how much you chose not to see , you always knew what your bf was doing and now you're kind of spared you decided to go to bed as it was midnight you just promised you'd find something when you curled up next to Ivy in the drawing room you will stay here for the day.

In the morning you woke up to the sound of the door slamming and you looked around Ivy was still asleep you went downstairs without waking her Lewis was just opening the door he signaled you to stand back a bit. You heard your lover's voice when the door opened, "Where are they? Where are my daughter and YN, I know there is no place they can come from but you, tell them I want my daughter right away" Lewis didn't open the door fully so that he couldn't see you "Don't raise your voice, after what you've given them all these years, are you going to be a father and a bf now, just leave them alone and stay away from my house" just as he was about to close the door, your boyfriend grabbed the door and pushed it so he could see you behind Lewis.

When your boyfriend reached out for you, Lewis grabbed his arm and pushed him"Don't you dare touch her, don't even think about looking at her from now on. I should have told you that years ago, you asshole" he said and slammed the door in his face.A few drops of tears fell from your eyes Lewis put his hand on his forehead angrily, when he turned to you he saw you crying and hugged you "Calm down honey you're good now, it's over sorry I should have gotten him away from you sooner" you sighed you couldn't answer, how could you be so blind? Lewis was right, it was over. Now you were going to start a new life for yourself and your daughter, but how?

[strawberrysainz]

are we there? lewis hamilton

“ you think you know lewis hamilton like the back of your hand. a season and some dreams decide to switch that up very quickly. ”

lewis hamilton x reader

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Lewis placed you on the kitchen counter while he turned back to the stove, a teasing smile on his face.

“Come on, baby,” you laughed, taking out your phone to take a picture of him.

He posed stupidly for your camera, and you put away your phone as you simply admired him in the light of the kitchen; it was already dark in England.

“I love you, sweetie,” he said then, and walked over to you, an even sillier smile on his face than yours. “I love you much more than anything in the world, baby. Much more than anything.”

“Even more than sexy pictures, and Roscoe?” you said lazily, tipsy giggles coming from your mouth as you ran your hands over his shoulders, then pulling him in for a hug that made you warm inside.

“Even more than sexy pictures, and Roscoe,” he giggled, and you smiled then as he began to run his hands down your body, food long forgotten…

🏁🫂💋🧩

SAUDI ARABIAN GRAND PRIX, 2022.

You sat up in bed.

Oh no.

A dream about Lewis.

You had been working alongside him for years, sometimes stepping in to assume a personal assistant role in place of his own one when they were unable to do so. you had begun to work with Mercedes in public relations after you decided that you simply had to carry on with the team.

And you’d always viewed Lewis platonically- sharing jokes and smiles but simply just that, nothing more.

Until now, you supposed.

You sort of just stored the dream away in a distant box in your brain, but each night they seemed to get dirtier and dirtier until you couldn’t ignore them; they clouded your thoughts, every empty moment they consumed you- and you were left alone at night whispering his name into a dark room-

“Do you want a word or two to say?”

You realised the question was directed at you.

You shook your head calmly, absentmindedly flicking your gaze to Lewis, who met your casual glance with a crinkly-eyed smile, and you opened your mouth, looking away hurriedly.

“No, Jaz, that’ll be all from my side, thank you.”

You stood up from the table quickly, and you flinched when he said your name.

“Could I speak to you? I need to discuss what approaches to use tomorrow.”

“Of course, Lewis.” You smiled then, a little fakely, but happy to spend time with him nonetheless. You moved to sit next to him, opening up a document on your phone, prepared to type.

You felt yourself focus on parts of him you didn’t like to usually; the rings on his hands, the way his legs-

“So, for the conference tomorrow, I'm in it with Max. I was wondering if when I get a question about how I’m doing shit compared to him—” Lewis made inverted commas with his fingers and rolled his eyes, which you liked, because his face curled up in the most attractive way-

He looked at you politely, turning his laptop to face you.

You looked over the words he had written, but they weren’t registering; you were hyper conscious of the way he was gazing at your face, and you felt like falling into him; but no, that wasn’t great right now.

Right now? God! Pull yourself together!

You properly focused on his words this time, tweaking a few sentences, and turned back to him, smiling. “Yeah, this is perfect. Great job with it,” you said, biting back words.

“Thank you!” Lewis chuckled, and you felt yourself go a little weak in the knees.

You found yourself staring at his face, and he was staring back, slightly puzzled, and you felt really conflicted- to move or not to move?- when Lewis was called away by performance engineers.

You were left staring at the wall, panic filling you up.

🏁🫂💋🧩

“George!” you called, and George turned around with a nod, his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Can I have a quick chat about what was said in your conference today? I just want to clear what you said so it can go in the files…” you hummed, showing him a doc with his statements and he took the tablet, scanning the sentences, pointing out a few things to you which you quickly changed.

“Thanks, George.. have a good quali,” you smiled, and he gave you a wink.

You took a seat where you always sat, phone out discussing with your colleagues. you never paid attention in q1, knowing it would not impact the team. A few minutes passed, texting and talking.

“FUCK!” A roar came from the back of the garage, where you knew Toto sat, and a sense of dread filled you up as you looked up at the screen.

Lewis Hamilton, qualified p16.

“Holy fuck!” you exclaimed, and sprung up. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You murmured, grabbing the recorder and signalling that you would go with Angela to meet him. The usual girl who did Lewis's press recordings gladly let you go manage the situation, looking nervous.

You walked the short distance to the FIA’s section of the pitlane, watching Lewis’ car pull up. As he sprung out of the car, rigid, you nodded at Angela to give you a moment before you ran to stand alongside him as he was weighed.

“Alright, walk with me,” you said shortly, and he said nothing, walking behind you. You pulled him out of sight of the media or anyone else.

“Lewis, I’d like you to take off your helmet, give it to Angela, and talk to me.”

He took it off- more forcibly than usual- and peeked around the corner, handing it to Angela, and looked back at you, face set in a hard expression and eyebrows raised.

You felt a small surge of heat; you pushed it away just as quickly.

“Listen here. Whatever you’re feeling, that isn’t an urge to push to do better or feel confident that the team will do better in the coming grands prix, it’s gotta wait until after you get out of the media pen and walk through the paddock.”

Lewis bit his lip.

“Alright?”

“Yeah.” He murmured quietly, and you held your arms out for a hug; he looked at you for a moment and brought you in for it.

His hug was comforting, even if he was the one meant to be comforted.

“It’s going to be okay,” you whispered in his ear, and his grasp slackened for a moment before he pulled away, eyes brimming with something you couldn’t decipher; tears, anger, guilt.

“I can talk to you after if you want, yeah? I’m always here,” you said seriously, and you meant it; last year you had slackened when it came to checking in on Lewis, and it built up until after Abu Dhabi arrived and you felt so bad for it.

He nodded, eyes cast to the ground, an invisible pain. You had a feeling to give him a kiss to make it better, a cuddle, something wildly much more than a distanced, somewhat bland conversation.

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“He’s feeling let down,” you tell Toto, leaning against the wall of the garage. Lewis had immediately gone into his driver’s room without speaking to the team; understandably so, and it was undoubtedly more safe than letting whatever he was feeling out on them.

Toto sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I know. I know. It’s awful to have him this way, his confidence is bumped.”

You sighed again, looking out to the garage with an annoyed feeling.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” you decided, and Toto shrugged. “Whatever you think will work.”

You bit back a snarky remark as you stalked back to Lewis’ room. You knocked tentatively on the door.

“Come in!”

You entered, closing the door behind you. Lewis was sitting on the small sofa, phone in hand. A nervous expression was on his face.

“Hi,” you said tentatively.

He choked back emotion. “Hi.”

You rushed to hug him on the sofa, and he leant into your arms with a heavy silent heave.

“I'm sorry.” You whispered, pulling back and staring into his expressive eyes. He blinked as tears slid down his face.

“I'm sorry I'm crying.” He said, wiping his eyes. “I feel like I can't cry around anyone any more.”

With that, tears sprung to your own eyes. “I'm sorry you feel that way. I'm really sorry. I slacked off last year when you needed me most. You seemed untouchable, I felt that I couldn't talk to you,” you whispered, and he looked up to the ceiling, tears flowing. “Give me a hug, sweetie,” he said quietly, and you hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder as he enveloped you in his touch.

You stayed like that for a long time; he rocked you as you stroked his back, revelling in the silence. You heard Angela come in, but Lewis held you firmly and gently murmured for her to give him some time.

Eventually you pulled away at the sound of your phone ringing: it was your head of department, Cornelia. “Hello?” you said quietly, Lewis watching.

“Hi my love, are you with Lewis? Could you bring him to the media pen?”

“Hi, Nelia. Could you give me five minutes?”

“Don’t test me,”

You sighed. Lewis watched you as you shrug, ending the call. “Duty calls,” you whisper, and he sighed. You wipe his tears off his face, murmuring some joke about not letting him down again.

He watched you instead, eyes soft as he studied you work, stroking his cheek. You stand up unsteadily, holding out a hand for him.

“Let's go. Do you want to have dinner tonight?” You ask, reinstating your past tradition of dinner on Saturday.

“Gotta work,” he says hoarsely, and you curse yourself for the insensitivity of it; he’s not at the same level as when you did go out on a Saturday.

“It’s alright,” he answers, saving an apology. “Breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you smile, opening the door.

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Title: If This Is Love, You Need To Prove It {2}

Title: If This Is Love, You Need To Prove It {2}

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Warning: Heavy Angst, Plot Heavy, LOTS OF WORDS, Heartbreak, Cursing, 

Words: 9.1k

Summary: The fall out of Lewis’ actions is real, as is the freeze out. You’re fuming but brokenhearted. Not only do you feel like a fool, but you also feel used. Moving on is the only option, but Lewis doesn’t want to move on—or that’s what his actions say. 

Note: Part 2 is here! The plot thickens. 

Note II: Italicized text is a flashback/memory or someone’s words all from some time in the past.

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Previous: If This Is Love, I Don’t Want It {1}

~~~~~~

“Listen to your gut about men. Your gut is never wrong.”

Your mother’s sage old advice echoed in your head. It had been one of the many lessons she’d voice recorded for you before her untimely death when you were just shy of your 18th birthday.

You’d always wondered what had motivated her to write letters and record videos for you dropping wise words, encouragement, mantras, sweet stories and other things of the sort. You often wondered if she knew she was not going to be around in the future.

 Your soft cries turned into loud wails then. Raising the bottle of dark liquor to your lips, you chugged two mouthfuls then cried from the burn. It was just another added pain onto the others you carried. It had been two days since the events at Lewis’ house. Two days you’d locked yourself in one of your family’s vacation homes off the coast of Monaco. Two days you’d been surviving on dark liquor, chocolate, ice-cream and oxygen. Two days you hadn’t answered your phone or done anything else but cry.

As if the heavens sympathized with you, the weather for the last two days had been a dreary, rainy mess. It seemed like the perfect backdrop for you, so you often sat on the deck in the rain and just cried. No care for getting sick, no care for even your hair which you normally were super careful and protective of. Everything be dammed. None of it mattered.

 Everything played in your mind over and over like a movie. It hadn’t felt real then, hell it still didn’t feel real now. You didn’t know how you’d gotten here. Everything had been going so well. For the last year and change his words matched his actions and efforts matched what you saw in his eyes. He was attentive, loving, thoughtful, giving, helpful, honest, devoted. He was perfect. It didn’t make any sense. None of this made sense.

 Could you have imagined what you saw in his eyes? All this time could he have been lying? Was he really such a smooth player and liar to be so skilled to make lies shine through his eyes? Could he really have kept up a façade for over a year? For what? Sex? Your virginity? He didn’t even know you were a virgin.

 You groaned, stood from the shower floor then turned off the water. While dripping wet, you walked to your robe then wrapped yourself in it. Ignoring anything else you walked back to your bedroom and laid down. The weather today was another shitter and again you didn’t care one bit. As you stared out the ceiling to floor window at nothing really your mind drifted away to thoughts trying to make sense of everything. your brain went left, right, up, down and around but still you couldn’t make any sense of it. As your eyelids grew heavier and heavier your brain moved on to the hurt and betrayal of it all. You’d believed, you’d tried, you’d been sold a dream and now it was proven to all be a lie.

 The next time you opened your eyes, it was a lot harder. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy as if you wore several pairs of lashes. That wasn’t the only thing odd, you couldn’t hear anything except warbled words, high pitched beeping and wind as if a vacuum were on beside you. Writhing, you felt hands everywhere, then something powerful held you down and you felt painful pinches in your arms and thighs. You opened your mouth to scream or shout “stop” but no sound came, your throat was dry and tight. Finally, you were able to open your eyes, but everything was blurry. It was as if you were seeing through them for the first time. It hurt, they felt raw as if someone had thrown sand in them, but it was forever embedded inside.

 Then you heard your name being called but the voice was foreign. As soon as it all started it stopped. Now you heard and saw nothing—but darkness.

Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep.

You snapped your eyes open and gasped gulping in air as quickly as you could. It felt as if you’d been deprived for days.

 “Y/N!”

 Big mistake you thought as quivered from the ache in your body that felt as if it were emulating from your very bones. Then your eyes immediately burned making you shut them again as your back dropped to a bed.

 “Wh--,” you began but stopped once you recognized pain. You felt hoarse.

 The only thought in your head was, what the hell had happened?

 “It’s okay. Calm down,” your father’s voice advised as he placed his hands on your arms steadying you.

 “I know you’re confused. it’s okay. Take slow breaths. I’m here.”

 “Seriously, Jordan, you spoil her. If you coddle her like this, she’ll think she can pull stunts like this all the time,” came the shrill voice of the woman you hated most in this world.

 “Coddle? Aleeza, she almost died,” your father clarified, exasperation clear in his tone.

 “Da—da--,” you swallowed painfully hoping it would help then tried again. “Da--.”

 “Here my love, some water.”

 You felt the glass touch your bottom lip and you took a tentative sip. The first touch of the cold water over your taste buds woke you up making you feel even more like you’d crawled through the Kalahari Desert for a week. You took mouthful after mouthful until the glass was empty.

 “That a girl,” your father encouraged while gently rubbing your back.

 “Yes, she almost died because of her own negligence. Really, Y/N, disappearing for a rager and then drinking until blackout? How mature. I told you Jordan, she is nowhere ready to take on any responsibility with the club,” Aleeza blabbered on.

 Though you were confused as shit, you were seconds from leaping out of the bed and giving her a Mortal Kombat finish her move. You hated this woman, and it was evident the feeling was mutual.

 “Enough!”

 Your father’s voice boomed around the room stopping any further comments from his 2nd wife. Through the thin slits of your burning eyes, you saw that she pouted at him but quickly shaped up seeing he was not going to be fooled.

 “Either sit down and be quiet or you can wait for me in the hall.”

 You didn’t have to look at Aleeza to know she was cowering. You heard her huff, but you didn’t hear her heels clinking out the room, so you assumed she sat.

 “Sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

 You cleared your throat then spoke, “Wha—What happened?”

 “You don’t remember?”

 Shaking your head, you tried to open your eyes more to see him fully.

 “I couldn’t reach you for 4 days. You were supposed to be back in London. I got worried. None of your friends had heard from you, no one had heard from you. I ended up having to have a friend of mine hack into your phone to get your location. When I got to the house you were unconscious, burning up, shivering with vomit on you.”

 Bits and pieces finally came back to you.

 “I brought you here. You had alcohol poisoning, a bronchial infection, and your anemia had been severely triggered. You don’t have enough red blood cells honey. I thought you were taking care of yourself. You know you shouldn’t be drinking excessively. Then come to find out you hadn’t taken your medication in days. Y/N.”

 “Irresponsible.”

 “Aleeza,” your father cautioned.

 With your head down, you allowed the events leading up to today to play through your mind.

 “I’m sorry dad.”

 He sighed, pulled you into a hug and pat the back of your head like he used to when you were a kid. You melted into him and allowed your tears to fall.

 “It’s okay. I—you scared the shit out of me Y/N. I thought I was going to lose you too. I can’t lose you, not after your mother.”

 His voice was clouded with emotion and unshed tears. You knew how difficult losing your mother was for him. You could tell he still hadn’t recovered fully. Your eye caught Aleeza sitting a ways away. The look on her face brightly showed her disgust, annoyance and hatred. There was something else there too, something you couldn’t place. Was it smugness, happiness?

 “They had to pump your stomach to get rid of the alcohol. They gave you iron transfusions and IV meds for the bronchial infection, and a blood transfusion” your father further informed lifting his arm to show his bandaged forearm.

 That bad, you though as the guilt was swirling in you; “How long have I been here?”

 “Two long days,” Aleeza piped up. “Plus, the day you were found. My, my, you should be careful the state you allow others to see you in. You neeever know who snapped a picture and what they’ll do with it.”

 Both yours and your father’s eyes went to her.

 “All I am saying is plenty of tabloid trash would love a picture of Y-F-N/ Y-L-N thee daughter of F1’s most prominent front runner,” Aleeza said. “It isn’t only your name you drag through the mud, Y/N, it is your father’s—mine.”

 You narrowed your eyes, the hatred you felt for her was bubbling at the surface. You knew the woman was vile but for her to say this to you or your father spoke of how ballsy she really felt. They’d only been married for 4 years, and she thought she held the whole Y-L-N power in her hands. Before you could lurch for her and turn this hospital room into a celebrity deathmatch arena, your father sighed.

 “Wait outside Aleeza.”

 “But honey,” she whined dragging out the pet name.

 “Now.”

 Not liking his tone or that she couldn’t cutesy her way out of this she stomped then walked to the door. Once finally alone, you leaned back onto the bed and sighed. The woman was like dark matter, her leaving instantly relieved the tension in the room.

 “I’m sorry for Aleeza. She’s going through a lot with the shareholders not voting her in.”

 “She was the only one who thought they would vote her in,” you rasped.

 “They did however unanimously vote in your favor to take the next steps. Congratulations to the club’s newest and first woman in senior management.”

 You smiled hearing the confirmation that your hard work and effort had paid off.

 “Congratulations honey. Next step shareholder. Toto better watch his back.”

 You snorted then groaned feeling the pain in your chest and abdomen.

 “It serves you right. They pumped 3 times the normal alcohol consumption for the average human from your system. What the hell?”

 You sighed.

 “What’s going on?”

 You couldn’t tell him the truth. There was no way you could tell him that you’d been sleeping with Mercedes’ golden boy and major bread winner. Internal fraternization was frowned upon, hell it was practically in everyone’s contract and now that you’d been placed in senior management it could look really bad. No matter how much you hated Aleeza she was right. Your name was not yours alone. Your father had worked too long to accomplish all he had for you to fuck it up. Plus, if he found out the entirety of things you were sure he’d rip Lewis’ contract to shreds and kick his ass out of MB. You smiled thinking that, but the devious thought quickly passed. You were not that kind of person. He may have turned out to be a lying, selfish, self-centered asshole, but you were none of those things.

 “Don’t allow anyone, man, woman, or child, but especially a man turn you into something or someone you are not!”

 With your mother’s words in your head, you began; “I just got some unsatisfactory news about some investment choices I’d made outside of F1, and the family and I just felt like I’d been pushed back hundreds of steps. I was scared I wouldn’t be able to achieve the things I wanted,” you lied.

 “Honey. What have I always told you? Investments are a game, 50/50. If it’s 50 in your favor great, if not then I’m here. Me and legal the team could have quickly and easily fixed it for you. This was not necessary. Was this a cry for help like Aleeza said?”

 You disgustedly snorted. “No. Aleeza couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m fine now dad. I promise to never let this happen again.”

 He studied you with his wrinkle rimmed all seeing eyes for several long moments. With each second that ticked by, you feared he’d seen right through you. Ever since your mother’s passing, he’d taken her place and was always there for you when you’d gotten your heart broken. He was ready with the ice cream, chocolate, and Brandy. He’d stay with you while you cried offering his lifetime’s worth of advice. If he’d been the one to find you then you knew he had to have seen the empty ice cream cartons and bottles of Brandy lying around amongst the chocolate wrappers. If he had seen them, he knew very well what you were dealing with.

 A sad smile spread across his face. “All right, Y/N. I will take your word for it. Just know I am always your father first and foremost. I will always put you first and I’m always here for you.”

 You nodded and kissed his cheek. If he knew he wasn’t saying anything, and you were grateful to him for that.

 ~~~~~~~

 -3 Days Later-

“Oh my god, when we saw you were in the hospital from Daily Mail, we were so worried,” Francesca said with your hands clasped in hers.

 “Aw, I’m sorry you had to hear about it from Daily Mail—eck! However, I am perfectly fine.”

 You smiled hoping that she and all the other girls believed you. Currently, you were sitting in the conference room that you’d changed around to resemble a comfortable lounge. You’d replaced the oblong conference table and stifling office chairs with oversized bean bag chairs, comfortable designer couches and settees and other elements that gave the room a comfortable vibe.

 “I’m relieved,” Monica, your assistant said.

 “I’m thankful I have you as my right-hand woman and to have such thoughtful women around me.”

 They all beamed at you then Monica stood and walked to the corner where she took out a bouquet of flowers and a galaxy printed gift bag.

 “We all heard about your new title, and we wanted to say...”

 They all jumped up from their seats and threw sparkled confetti at you and into the air.

 “Congratulations!”

 You laughed covering your eyes as the shock washed over you. The room that had been clean seconds ago was now covered in confetti.

 “Wow, you guys. This is—wow, thank you.”

 Monica held the flowers and the gift bag to you. Happily, you took the items and took a deep whiff of them.

 “Mmm. Thank you guys. I appreciate the sentiment and I promise to be the best that I can for all of you.”

 They pooled in and hugged you. With a warm heart you forgot about the stress of the last week or so. This was what you’d worked for, this was what mattered. Your ringing cell phone brought your attention to your purse off to the side.

 “We have to go down to the garage. Are you coming?”

 You looked back at Farrah then nodded; “Give me a second, let me get this and I’ll be right there.”

 They walked to the door leaving you to dig your phone out of your purse. When you had, the caller ID had you pausing.

 💘😘Lewis😍💘

 Your heart immediately began beating out your chest. You stared at his ID and the movie that was your life over the last week or so played in your head at hyper speed. The extreme highs of being with him and being cared for by him, his words during your most intimate moments, his attention, his sex, then the extreme lows of his betrayal, his lies, his selfishness and the aftermath. Your anxiousness turned to anger then.

 This wasn’t the first time he’d called. He’d called so many times since you’d woken in the hospital. Each call of course went unanswered, even ignored. You’d think he would have gotten the hint but no, he kept calling. You thought to put him on the block list, but you hadn’t. You couldn’t. For some reason it still felt wrong, and that fact pissed you off even more. How was it wrong when this was the least of what he deserved?

 The ringing stopped, showing you’d missed his call, but even though you’d missed it, the aftereffects were still present. You cursed your damn body for its treachery and then chastised yourself for still caring and having it prevent you from blocking his ass.

 “Y/N?”

 You shook it off then walked out of the conference room with your purse in tow. As you got downstairs and began your walk to the garage your mind drifted yet again. It had been like this for the last few days. You couldn’t for the life of you keep your head in the game. The smallest things triggered a memory and that memory a slew of emotion and those emotions brought you back to present day and then you crashed—hard.

 You didn’t even realize you’d arrived until you were surrounded by interviewers who were shouting your name trying to get your attention.

 “Y/N, just a few questions.”

 “Okay, sure.”

 “We’ve heard the news of your new position. Congratulations.”

 “Thank you.”

 “Being the daughter of Jordan Y-L-N, did you immediately fall for the idea of working for Mercedes or did they have to woo you?”

 You giggled; “No there was no wooing needed. All I’ve ever known is Mercedes, F1 and racing. Was there really any other career option for me?”

 The reporters laughed all together as the cameras continued snapping.

 “You definitely have a knack for fashion and beauty so there is always that.”

 You struck a pose then fanned off the reporter. “Stop it.”

 “What is the chain of command with your new role?”

 “Uh, I’m still at the bottom of the food chain guys.”

 They laughed again.

 “We doubt that. You are the first woman to enter senior management with the organization. What a feat.”

 “I am incredibly proud of that actually. To see some real change happening to become more inclusive is so monumental.”

 “What do you bring to the Mercedes and F1 table?”

 “A woman’s eye and my entire life of information being behind the scenes, a fan and up front. Needless to say, I’ve seen a lot and I’ve learned even more, and I believe I offer a creative and modern take on the sport and can bring this side of F1 to greater heights.”

 The women you were now in charge of applauded behind you making you smile. They held so much faith in you and it was contagious.

 “Thanks guys,” you said ready to walk away.

 “One more, please, Y/N.”

 “Okay. Last one.”

 “Why do you think Mercedes offered you this role rather than someone more experienced and someone with more skin in the game? Someone who isn’t the daughter of the biggest name in Mercedes. Why you? And couldn’t you consider this nepotism that plenty of African American media users have called for so many of their white counterparts?”

 You couldn’t believe what you’d heard. The old white man who’d asked the question didn’t look in the least bit ashamed or worried about the question. He looked proud. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t know what to say to a reporter. For the first time you actually wanted to reach over and punch a reporter in the face.

 You cleared your throat then stepped forward. That was when someone stepped in front of you. A body with a head full of braids you recognized.

“What kind of question is that? Mercedes chose her because she’s worked her ass off in and around the field learning, helping and wearing more hats than you could possibly imagine. Mercedes chose her for the role because there wasn’t anyone better, no one with more experience, no one with more skin in the game. She has the most as she’s been with this division since the very beginning when it was a formulated idea between Jordan Y-L-N and his late wife, her mother. Who better to take the helm than one of the founding visionaries. As for this being nepotism according to non-POCs, why does it matter what you think? A qualified woman given a position that she is qualified and skilled to do. Isn’t that what we call equal opportunity? Now an unqualified individual given a position that they are unqualified for and highly under skilled to complete thus relying on those who should have been given the position. Isn’t that the textbook definition of nepotism and isn’t that 90% of the nonblack workforce? Y/N more than has the talk to back up the walk. Do you need clarification?”

 The interviewers all looked stunned, and their speechlessness showed just how thoroughly they’d been read. None of them continued. They just nodded and thanked him and moved on. When he turned to you, you knew you should have walked away but you were still standing there dumbstruck. Lewis stared at you, his face solemn, eyebrows knitted and a frown on his lips. From the circles under his eyes and the lack of luster to his skin you, could tell he hadn’t been sleeping. Probably fucking everything with legs, you said to yourself.

 At that thought you clenched your jaw and shook your head. Turning, you began walking.

 “Y/N, wait.”

 As if it were instinct, you stopped. Go, you screamed in your head. Walk! No matter how much you screamed at yourself, your legs didn’t move.

 “Can we talk?”

 You reared back with eyes wide from his audacity. Lewis shrunk back, flinching as if you’d slapped him across the face. You wanted to so badly your palms itched for it.

 “Please,” he softly added.

 The anger bubbling inside of you finally took over. Instead of it making you irrational and shaky, it had the opposite effect. You felt calm. With one brow raised and poison in your eyes you tapped into your bitch side.

 “You can talk to the crack of my ass!”

 With that you walked away joining your team.

 Over the next several days you wished you could have said he’d gotten the hint. He still called even when you put him on the block list. He’d use other means, Toto’s phone, the Mercedes office phones, his crew, other drivers. It was insane. You’d gotten to the point where you were screening calls by voicemail now.

 Every time you broke and listened to one of his voicemails, they sounded more and more desperate. He never said anything of substance or even explained himself. He simply rambled about the past and asked how you were together. His behavior was so confusing it put you in a state of extreme anger and dangerous sadness. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, but when you did you couldn’t get past feeling weak for trying to make excuses for him.

By the middle of the week, you’d managed to avoid Lewis, and anyone associated with him. Today you’d told your father you’d accompany him to one of the races and you were now walking around the paddock with other members of the crew inspecting the car and having small chats.

 “Congratulations little Y-L-N,” came a voice you recognized.

 Spinning around, you found Toto coming toward you. Smiling, you approached him and accepted his wide stretched arms for a hug.

 “Thank you, big bad Wolff.”

 He chuckled at your nickname for him. “I hear I should watch my back within the next year or two.”

 “I didn’t say it but--,” you stretched making your father and Toto laugh.

 “All right. Well, I welcome you to take my job because then I’ll be sure you deserve it. Come play with the big boys.”

 You rolled your eyes at his teasing.

 “Are you here in senior management mode or are you a spectator?”

 “A little bit of both I guess. I’m also my dad’s plus one.”

 He nodded then looked back as someone called his name. Approaching your trio was Lewis. You released a heavy sigh then caught your father’s eyes on you. Doing your best to cover, you smiled brightly at him.

 “Lewis, feeling good for the race?”

 “Eh, I’m feeling all right.”

 “Good. You remember Jordan Y-L-N and Y/N.”

 Lewis reached out and shook your father’s hand. You noticed the tight hold your father took of him as he held him in place while slightly leaning forward.

 “What kind of man are you, Lewis?”

 “Uh--,” he began clearly confused by your father’s sudden inquiry.

 “The kind of man someone is says a lot about the kind of driver he is. Are you a good, strong, loyal man who knows right from wrong and always protects those he values or a weak man who easily falls prey to pretty words and pretty faces? Are you the kind of man who a father would be proud to hand his pride and joy over to because he’s certain she’ll be cared for properly?”

 Part of you was confused about what had gotten into him and why he was asking this while the other part of you wanted to pat him on the back and grab a cup of the tea because he was definitely getting his Wendy Williams on. They were damn good questions. You knew from experience he was the latter, but you’d let him tell it or lie. What man in their right mind would admit to being a fuckboi?

 Your eyes, your father’s and Toto’s were on Lewis waiting for his answer.

 “Em, I uh—the former, sir.”

 You snorted louder than you’d intended and now three pairs of eyes were on you.

 “Ehm, sorry, I saw something just over there with Charles.”

 Your father smirked while Lewis grimaced.

 “All right. Good to see you again Lewis. Good luck out there,” your father finished.

 Lewis nodded, thanked him then looked at you. He must have been able to see the disdain in your eyes because the only vibe you got from him was a gloomy and depressing one. What the hell you thought. He’d gotten what he wanted. Why the hell would he be anything but overjoyed?

 “Good luck Lewis,” Toto added.

 He looked at you as if he expected you to say the same. You wouldn’t. You weren’t there yet. You wished him pain. Instead of saying that, you kept your lips sealed. When he realized you weren’t going to be a sheep led by the herd, he nodded then walked away back to his crew.

 Twenty or so minutes later, the race was beginning. From behind the scenes, you watched as the lead fluctuated for the first several laps. By the time lap 40 came around, Lewis was in lead, and you couldn’t quell the part of you that was excited and proud of him. It had been so long programed in you that you hadn’t been able to turn it off yet. With effort, you stifled it and kept yourself in check.

 Lap 55 brought different results, Charles took over the lead putting Lewis in second and now the spectators were split. Some cheering for Lewis, some for Charles. Looking around you could sense the angst in the air. Lewis’ team looked on edge as did Charles’. You found it interesting that 3 weeks ago you would also be on edge hoping for the best outcome for Lewis, but everything was different now. You’d seen his true colors, seen the man underneath the pleasant mask and unfortunate for you, you’d been disillusioned.

 Biting your bottom lip, you checked your phone becoming bored with the race. Before you knew it, everyone was standing and cheering on their teams. Then you heard it, the end of the race. You looked up at the screen and saw the standings. Charles had taken P1 while Lewis was at P2. Again, you felt things a significant other would have felt, things you were not obligated or should have felt. It pissed you off more.

 “Hm, interesting,” your father said.

 “What?”

 “He rarely loses.”

 “He did seem off the last week,” Toto informed.

 You shrugged trying to convince yourself you didn’t care.

 When the cars rolled in, and everyone came in you saw the downtrodden look on Lewis’ face and you had to fight with ever fiber in your being against your instincts. You kept yourself planted right where you were and averted your eyes.

 “Charles, the man of the day,” your father began, “Congratulations.”

 “Thank you, sir. Wow, I’m speechless you know who I am.”

 “Of course. Anyone pulling stats like yours I make a business to know,” your father joked.

 “Do you know Y/N?”

 Charles’ eyes landed on you and a wide smile filled his face. He was adorable and you could see how he had the attention of so many fans.

 “I do but glad to finally be up close and personal.”

 Your eyebrow crooked at what sounded like a flirtatious line. Just behind Charles you saw Lewis watching though a sea of people surrounded him trying to get his thoughts.

 “Well up close and personal we are. Good race, congratulations.”

 You stepped in and hugged him while giving Lewis your daggered glare of death.

 “Thanks. Wow, you have such a beautiful daughter Mr. Y-L-N.”

 Your father chuckled. “Don’t I know it. It’s my curse. No matter how I try I can’t keep the boys from her yard.”

 You snorted and teasingly slapped your father’s shoulder. “Ew, dad.”

 Those around laughed as well.

 “Well not all boys in her yard are bad.”

 “Are you throwing yourself in her yard, son?”

 Charles looked at you again and smiled. “I’d be honored to be there.”

 You giggled and swatted at his chest playing up your flirtation. Lewis looked absolutely livid. Good you thought and hoped he understood he wasn’t the end of your world. There were indeed plenty of fish in the sea or in this pond.

Several hours later, you were finally walking to your car ready to go home from a long day. Your feet and face hurt from walking and smiling too much, and you couldn’t wait to wipe off all the makeup and kick off the heels. You sat in the driver’s seat with your feet outside the car then unbuckled your heels. after taking one off, you put it over your knee and massaged it sighing when you hit a particularly achy part.

 “Ouch.”

 Just then a memory hit you of Lewis massaging your feet on long days like this. He never missed a massage. Usually that massage led to other things like him nestling his head between your thighs to then lick, suck and slurp the stress of the day away. With that memory in your head, you dazed out reminiscing about all the good times. Things had been so good, so perfect. you felt the tears prick your eyes and before you could stop them, they rolled down your face.

 “Damn it,” you said on a whine as you buried your face in your palms.

 You couldn’t stop the cries that wracked your body. It was like you hadn’t shed any tears these last weeks when in fact you’d cried every day since finding Lewis exercising his right to be a man whore.

 “Fuck. Stop it Y/N. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!”

 No matter how many times you said it the tears kept coming. You didn’t know how long you sat there barefoot and weeping. It could have been a few minutes, or it could have been an hour. You didn’t know nor cared.

 “Y/N?”

 You were crying so loud that you barely heard the voice.

 “Y/N!”

 Suddenly before you Lewis was dropped to his knees searching you.

“Are you hurt? What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

 His words were frantic, eyes wide and wild. It took a few moments to realize what was happening but instead of kicking him in his face, you made up your face and wailed even more.

 “Get the fuck—the fuck—the fuck away!”

 He didn’t.

 “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

 “Y—y—you! Asshole!”

 His hands slackened on your arms, and you saw him dip his head.

 “I—I--,” he stuttered.

 “Get away!”

 He began getting up, but you pulled him back down. “Why? Why’d you do it?! How could you!”

 You held him by his shirt like you were a gangster getting ready to pummel him. He didn’t fight you, so you released your fists in a fury of hits against his chest. No matter how hard you hit him he didn’t move, nor try to stop you. He just took it. Soon, your barrage of hits turned to you just pressing your forehead on his chest as you cried.

 “Shit, I’m sorry Y/N. I--.”

 You barely heard his words all you could focus on was the pain in your heart. Many long moments passed with the two of you like this, Lewis on his knees before you with your forehead on his chest. You hated it but he still felt like home to you. He still felt like yours. Those feelings angered you because you knew you were being stupid, pathetic and weak. You knew if he’d fucked you over once, he’d do it again and again. You weren’t blind to the games of the assholes in the world, but you couldn’t believe you’d fallen for one. You couldn’t believe you’d given one such a significant part of you and now you had nothing to show for it but the shattered pieces of your heart and clown face paint as souvenirs.

 When your sobs slowed then finally dwindled down to sniffles, and your body stilled to only sudden sharp intakes of breath every so often your senses returned. The first thing you became aware of were Lewis’ arms wrapped around you holding you close to him. The second was the fact he was kneeling between your thighs, something that felt intimate in its own standing. The third was that his two-man bodyguard team were standing a few feet away with their backs turned. That jarred you so much that you immediately felt regret.

 “Get off me!”

 You shoved him off harder than you’d intended then wiped your tear-soaked face.

 “Y/N--,” Lewis began.

 “Shut up!”

 Your voice echoed around the empty parking space. You were the only people around, but you didn’t put it past some pap to be hiding out trying to get a candid of F1’s golden boy.

 “Let me explain.”

 “Explain? You had your chance to explain. You chose to remain silent, and fuck lose pussy.”

 “I didn’t fuck anyone!”

 His voice was sharp and sudden as if he’d been enflamed to set the record straight all of a sudden. You narrowed your eyes at him and began moving trying to swing your legs inside your car. Lewis grabbed your thighs keeping you in place.

 “I didn’t.”

 “You’re a fucking liar Lewis! I was there. I saw it!”

 “You saw what I wanted you to see.”

 Your anger sparked then.

 “What the fuck does that mean? You wanted me to see you fucking other bitches? You wanted me to see you for the asshole you are. Fine! Done! I see it! Let me the fuck go!”

 He didn’t.

 “I thought I could do this. I thought I could easily do this because it was to protect you, it was to keep you safe.”

 “What! What’re you talking about?”

 Lewis rubbed across his face. He looked haunted, exhausted, and broken. “If you’re this bad off to end up in the hospital and now this—fuck. I fucked up.”

 You didn’t know what he was saying much less couldn’t understand anything. Nothing made sense.

 “Y/N, listen—I—shit—okay listen.”

 He continued to stutter as he tried to formulate a sentence but every time nothing came out. You sat there giving him time to get it together but realized your idiocy midway through. Groaning, you shoved him again.

 “Get the fuck away. You’re full of shit!”

 Managing to push him away this time, he fell backward. You swung your legs inside your car then reached for the door. Lewis put his hand on yours, stopping you.

 “Wait, please.”

 “Fuck you, Lewis. Fuck you and fuck this!”

 You shook your hand free then slammed your car door. It took you seconds to start your engine and revved out of there like F1’s newest driving talent. As you sped away you looked in your rearview mirror at a still kneeling Lewis with his hands planted atop his head. Your heart broke seeing it but that only angered you more.

 That night you struggled to get any sleep. You were in between states of hysterical crying and obsessive staring and stalking. You couldn’t make sense of anything, couldn’t understand his behavior. One minute he was telling you that all he wanted to do was live life in the fast lane and fuck around then he was holding you so tenderly and apologizing. You were getting mental whiplash from his change up and it infuriated you.

By the time the sun rose, you were still awake. As you were getting ready to shoot a message informing everyone of a personal day, you received a message telling you about a meeting at the company. You groaned knowing you did not have the energy to sit through a 2-hour meeting. You shot Toto a message telling him you’d have to pass blaming a medical appointment for the absence then decided to use the company gym to burn off some steam.

 After you’d changed and had gotten in your car, you drove to the company barely aware of anything happening around you. All of it felt like muscle memory to you. The reason why it had, you realized once you’d parked your car, was because you hadn’t driven yourself to the company. You’d driven to Lewis’ London house instead.

 “What the actual fuck, Y/N?”

 You dropped your forehead on your steering wheel and groaned. Muscle memory indeed, you thought. You didn’t see his car on the street and thought maybe he wasn’t home. Deciding now would be a good time to clear your stuff out of his place you entered the code into the alarm system then drove in once the gates opened. After parking on what Lewis had distinguished as your parking area you closed the garage door then let yourself inside using the keys he’d given you.

 This was another thing you couldn’t understand. If you were just a conquest and an easy target, why give you keys to his houses, why tell you the codes to security systems? You took off your sneakers and took them with you as you passed a large blown-up photo of the two of you hung right in the foyer. You stood stunned staring at it. You remembered this day. He’d shut down the top of the Empire State Building for a one-on-one date. Then after wining and dining you all night while whispering sweet words the entire time, he’d asked his guard to snap a few pictures. You remembered the words he’d whispered in your ear in this exact picture.

 “You make me want forever.”

 You closed your eyes feeling the tears. Willing them away you fought against your emotional side. You were tired of crying, tired of going around and around with this and him. It was time to end things, once and for all. You cut your eyes at the photo then hurried upstairs to his bedroom. The memories and his scent hit you like a ton of bricks when you walked in and again you fought it all. You couldn’t afford to get sucked back into the memories that were clearly a lie.

 After finding one of your overnight bags in his walk-in closet, you began filling it with your things. It surprised you how much of your stuff was here. It wasn’t just clothes and toiletries. It was shoes, bags, make up, jewelry, hair things, work files, even gifts you planned on giving to friends. Sighing, you packed everything you’d came with while leaving anything he’d given you. They would only hurt to find later.

 It took longer than you’d anticipated but after an hour you had three bags filled with your things. As you passed the photo again on your way out you paused to look around once more. Though it was just a few seconds, you knew you’d missed your window when you heard a car pull in.

 “Shit.”

 Hurrying, you dragged your bags behind the large bar then ducked down out of sight. The door opened and shut then you heard a heavy sigh.

 “I thought she’d be at the meeting,” Lewis said.

 “If you want to talk to her just call her,” one of his guards said.

 “If she wanted to talk to me, she would have answered the other hundred times I called.”

 “Then tell her the truth.”

 Lewis sighed again. “How?”

 His voice was close now. You guessed he was standing right at the bar. You made yourself smaller and hoped he didn’t come behind it.

 “I’m sure when you start the words will come.”

 The door opened again then you heard the voice of his friends. You’d spent a lot of time with his friends getting to know them. They were cool people.

 “When are we clubbing,” Miles asked.

 “Not in the mood,” Lewis said dismissing the idea.

 “Come on. Just because your shorty left you doesn’t mean we all gotta suffer.”

 “She ain’t leave him bruv, he made her leave,” Daniel clarified.

 Your attention piqued. What did that mean?

 “You still haven’t explained all that yet. What now?”

 Suddenly, the bell rang, and everyone got quiet.

 “For fuck’s sake. Really?”

 Lewis sounded beyond upset, beyond fed up. A few moments of silence passed, and you were almost tempted to peep your head out to see what was happening. When he began speaking, you remained in your hiding spot.

 “Y’all gotta hide. I don’t want her knowing you’re here and I’m sure it’ll be clear.”

 You heard hurried footsteps.

 “Nah, behind the bar,” Lewis said.

Your eyes bugged knowing you were going to be caught. Shit, you thought. It was Daniel who saw you first, his reaction was quick, simple widened eyes before he ducked down. Andrew saw you next and though he paused he didn’t comment until he was ducked down. Now Miles, when he saw you, he had to be the one.

 “What the--.”

 Daniel yanked him down before he could say much else though.

 “We’re good,” Daniel said.

 “What the fuck are you doing here?”

 “Getting my stuff,” you whispered back to Miles.

 Their eyes dipped to the bags around you, then they nodded.

 “What the fuck is going on?”

 They all shrugged in unison.

 “What’re you doing here?”

 “There he is,” a feminine voice spoke.

 Your spine stiffened. There’s no way. It couldn’t be, you thought. The clinking of heels was so loud, so distinctively her.

 “What do you want Aleeza. Also, I don’t remember inviting you in.”

 Your eyes widened. What the hell was your father’s evil trophy wife doing here?

 “Trust me, you’re going to want to make sure no one else hears what I have to say.”

 The door slammed and echoed throughout the first floor. When you looked over three pairs of eyes were on you as if waiting for you to explain. You shrugged. You had no idea why she was there.

 “What more do you want? I’ve done everything you’ve asked. I have nothing left to give.”

 Aleeza laughed, it sounded like the wicked witch in Snow White’s cackle. The three men across from you shuddered all at once. You scoffed to yourself thinking if they only knew the half of it.

 “Aww poor baby. Are you hurting? Get over it. she was nothing, less than nothing, an insignificant speck.”

 “Why do you hate her so much?”

 Were they talking about you?

 Aleeza scoffed disgustedly, “Why do I hate the so-called perfect Y-F-N/Y-L-N? Pick a reason. Her father chose to marry her mother over me. He had the nerve to pick her over me saying he loved her and not me. It should have been me. It was supposed to be me! All anyone ever talked about was her stupid, perfect mother. Oh, Alisha is so pretty, she’s so kind, she’s so smart. My god just wanted them to shut up. So, I bided my time until the bitch died then I swooped in.”

 You were so stunned right now you hadn’t moved an inch. Your eyes remained bugged and glued to one particular spot in the bar as you listened. Slowly, the pieces all fit together. You never knew why she didn’t like you, never even knew of the rivalry she’d had with your mother. You felt like you were an outsider looking in on an episode of F1’s WAGS (Wives and Girlfriends).

 “I’ve hated her from the day I met her. Why would I love that bitch’s daughter. Then I realized she is just like her. All anyone can talk about is Y/N. She’s so beautiful, so kind, so smart, so skilled. Uuuugh!”

 A loud crash of something breaking had all four of you jumping out of your skin. As if this were campfire horror stories, the four of you grabbed hands. This shit could go south at any moment.

 “Then I saw you and I wanted you.”

 Lewis let out a disgusted huff.

 “The plan was to seduce you slowly or use a little force to get you into my bed and ya’ know.”

 The four of you now made up your faces as if you were going to be sick. Hearing all this, you actually might get sick very soon.

 “Then I saw how you were with that bitch. I don’t know how anyone else didn’t notice. I put two and two together and realized you were fucking the slut. Just like her whore of a mother, taking what was mine!”

 Another crash of shattering glass filled the room.

 “So, I had the perfect way to give that little slut what she deserved, what her mother should have gotten. That’s why I got the idea to have you do my dirty work. I mean I already had the goods on you. If Jordan found out you were fucking his precious daughter born of true loves kiss from his soulmate, you’d be out of Mercedes quicker than you can say 103 first place standings. They wouldn’t have mattered.”

 “So that’s why you made me do what I did,” Lewis said sort of in disbelief.

 Aleeza cackled again and again the fellas shuddered.

 “Made you? Lewis come on. All I said was either end things brutally by breaking and shattering her heart so she’d never recover, or I’d tell daddy dearest,” Aleeza said.

 Your eyes widened even more. She was blackmailing him.

 “Of course, you being you and so damn delicious, manly and sexy was ready to throw your hard-earned career to the side come what may just for that little slut. I can’t believe you were willing to have me tell her father and have him rip up your contract rather than break her heart.”

 She laughed maniacally and you swore outside got as dark as midnight though it was probably only noon. Across from you, Miles had a panicked look on his face, and he was mouthing; “what the fuck” over and over.

 “I could never do that to her.”

 “Yet you did. Tell me was it only because I said she’d end up in another unfortunate accident like her car accident a few months ago?”

 A disturbing thought filled you. Was Aleeza behind your car accident? The police deemed it a drunk driver who’d ran out of the car to avoid being caught but could it have been a hired goon who had been paid to plow into you as you stood outside the Gala that night waiting for Lewis to bring his car around? Goosebumps peppered your flesh as so many emotions coursed through you.

 “Was it you?”

 As if he’d heard your thoughts, Lewis asked what you wanted to know.

“Me?”

 “Were you behind the accident then?”

 A long silence filled the room as you anxiously waited for her answer. You were ready to leap over the bar and beat it out of her. Thankfully she spoke.

 “If only that idiot hadn’t fucked up the first accident. She’d be long gone by now and I would be the sole inheritor to Jordan’s estate when he dies. So, this plan worked well too. Anyway, it was you who decided how to break her heart. You made that choice all by yourself and might I add what an incredible choice it was. My, my when you go you go all out.”

 She cackled some more.

 “After everything we’d been through there was no way she’d believe anything else.”

 He sounded dejected and heartbroken.

 “And believe you she did. That show was incredible. I was just—”

 She slow clapped for him, and each heavy-handed clap echoed sounding more and more like the annoying clash cymbals.

 “Watching it I couldn’t believe it. Then when she revealed that you’d taken her virginity, holy hell what a fucking plot twist! The little slut really wasn’t a slut but a total prude.”

 She cackled some more, and the fellas looked sympathetically to you. You didn’t know what the hell to say at this point. This was too much.

 “Bravo. You did more than a job well done. Shattered her heart, broke her faith in men and stole her virginity.”

 “Where in your plan did you figure you’d get me in your bed after this?”

 Another long silence.

 “I mean after you’d pulled off all of these disgusting things revealing your true face. Why would I ever sleep with you?”

 “You’ve slept with far worse.”

 He scoffed.

 “Then I can still blackmail you with your deflowering of your boss’ innocent daughter oh and your falling out which put her in the hospital. Either you give me what I want, or you would have done all this for nothing, broken her heart, and lost your career.”

 Her heels clinked again a few times. She wasn’t walking away she was getting closer to him.

 “Come on Lewis, it’s easy. All I want is that part of you that you’ve given to soooo many before Y/N.”

 “Dick. You did all of this for dick.”

 “Your dick and to ruin that little bitch. Do I have to ruin you too? Why not keep the one thing you have left.”

 “I can tell Y/N.”

 She laughed again. “Like she’d believe that incredulous story of me making you sleep with other girls. Hell like she’d speak to you. I’ve seen the freeze out. Yikes, it’s almost like you broke her heart.”

 “You’re evil, pure evil.”

 “Watch it, Lewis. Your career and future are in my hands, or should I say my pussy. Please it and you will find salvation.”

 She chuckled. “You have 2 days. Buh-bye.”

 The annoying sound of her stupid heels clinked across the floor until they faded with the close of a door. No one moved for several moments. You didn’t think you could. Suddenly Miles sprang up.

 “What the Five Nights at Freddy’s fucking hell was that shit?!”

 Slowly, Andrew then Daniel stood as well. You could hear Miles carrying on, but you didn’t hear the words out of his mouth. You were too lost in your thoughts, too lost replaying all of that and trying to let it digest. You went over the entire thing in your head. You were so lost in your thoughts that you’d tuned everything out.

 When you saw Daniel come back over and stand in front of you, it barely registered. He stooped and held his hand out for you. Slowly, you pulled some of yourself together enough to acknowledge him there. When you took his hand, he stood leading you up.

It took a few moments but when Lewis saw you from across the room, he bolted to his feet. His eyes were wide as he crossed the room eyes never leaving you.

 “Y/N?”

 You stepped back though you were separated by the bar top. Lewis stopped.

 “Wha—what are you doing here? How’d you get in? Did—did you hear that?”

 He looked over to Daniel then back to you. A few moments later, he came around to you bucking his feet on your bags. You watched as the realization washed over him.

 “You—you didn’t come for me. You came to pack your things.”

 He sounded so hopeless, so hurt. Now more than ever you wanted to go to him, but you couldn’t move. What the fuck was real and what wasn’t? You were struggling to wrap your head around any of this.

 “What the fuck!”

 It was all you could say. Though there were plenty of words to say in your head, those were the only ones that made it through your lips. You could feel yourself beginning to panic. It was something you’d thought you worked through after the accident. You’d gone to therapy and everything to get over the panic and anxiety nearly being run over had caused. Now here it was again.

 Your airways tightened and soon the struggle wasn’t to wrap your head around this soap opera, it was to breathe. The less air you could get, the more you panicked. Soon you were surrounded by Lewis and his friends, each dictating to you how to breathe with panicked serial killer eyes or telling you to calm down as they were clearly not calm or straight up panicking along with you.

 The last thought you had was you were going to die surrounded by the four stooges. Then everything faded to black.

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[lewisyellowhelmet]

feel its idle hum

summary: lewis hamilton x reader

Lewis asks you to come to Barcelona. You tell him you’re not coming. He knows you are. 

content: 18+!!! alcohol. fwb dynamic. unresolved tension. unprotected s*x. general m/f s*x acts. 

word count: 4k+

If someone asked you to explain the game to them, you wouldn’t be able to. Couldn’t find the words. To explain the push and pull, the circling, who was hunting and who was being hunted. Don’t even know yourself, which category you fall into. Scared to hear the answer. When your friends ask about it, about him, you say it’s just fun, nothing serious, excuse yourself to the bathroom and find an email from Lewis with an attached plane ticket labelled with your name. 

I have work, you text.

And? He types back after six hours. Never on his phone. Knows it only aggravates you more. 

I can’t just fly around the world when you get bored. You write.

Why not?

It’s not worth the argument when you know you’ll be boarding the flight anyway, as much as you promise yourself you won’t. The night before, he calls. You’re at work drinks in the city, holding the phone flat against your chest to muffle the sounds as you push out of the crowded bar and onto the street, dark and cold. 

  “What?” You say into the phone, alone now, one arm wrapped around yourself. You’ve left your jacket inside.

  “Hello to you, too,” Lewis says. His voice sounds low and tired, like it gets before he’s about to fall asleep. 

  “Yeah, hi,” you say, wanting to get back inside, watching a couple spill out of the door you’ve just exited, stumble towards a waiting Uber. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’ve been in public with Lewis, always with your head down, lagging behind his entourage so no one would think you actually belonged. Always careful to never leave the hotel at the same time, always different planes. Even on your phone contacts, he’s only L. No names. He’d invited you to an event, once, early on. Just the thought of it made you want to crawl under the covers and hide for a week. You’d laughed and told him to fuck off. He didn’t ask again, after that. 

  “Just checking you were all good for tomorrow. I organised a car to pick you up from the airport,” Lewis says. He yawns, the sound round and childish. You imagine the way his jaw would stretch, how the corners of his eyes would crinkle.

  “Cancel it, I’m not coming,” you say. If you were with him, he’d be rolling his eyes, reaching to poke you, or tickle. 

  “Yeah, yeah, see you tomorrow,” he says, and hangs up, the dial tone abrupt. 

You have to stand out in the night for a few more minutes, until your breathing steadies. Just from his initial lighting up your phone, the sound of his voice, your heartbeat is thrumming, too quick. Better than any cardio workout. Much later, when you get home, drunk and hungry, you kick the suitcase by your bed, packed carefully as soon as you’d opened the email with the plane ticket. 

--

It’s warmer, in Barcelona. Hazy sunshine and cobbled streets. Your hangover and travel has combined to form a tight headache behind your eyes that paracetamol won’t budge. You give your name to the hotel concierge and the lady nods knowingly, tapping away on the computer, chattering to her colleagues in Spanish. Your high school lessons are woefully inadequate. She smiles at you when she hands over the key card. 

  “Enjoy your stay,” she says. 

  “Gracias,” you reply, and wonder what Lewis had said to them. There’s a girl coming, maybe, give her a key, and perhaps, don’t ask any questions. Then he would’ve smiled at them, complimented their city, and they would’ve been so charmed they wouldn’t think to snitch. The elevator makes you nauseous, stale air, too many gold trimmings, light reflected endlessly in parallel mirrors. The top floor, of course. When was the last time he looked out a window and didn’t see a view?

The suite is empty. You squeeze your eyes shut for a long moment so you don’t feel the disappointment. Of course he hasn’t waited for you. There’s free practice, qualifying in a couple of hours. Have people been reporting back to him? The flight attendant in first class, the driver, the woman at the desk, all checkpoints on your journey, a trail for him to follow, letting him know as you pass each stop. You open your phone to text here, then delete it without sending, the cursor eating each letter. Instead, you get in the shower, the water so hot it stops you thinking. 

--

You’re in the living area of the suite when Lewis comes back. Tucked into the arm of the couch, wrapped in a robe and watching Netflix on your laptop. You don’t let yourself look up at the sound of the door, bite down on the way your mouth twitches to smile.

  “You know there’s a big television in front of you,” Lewis says, his voice close behind you. Your stomach flips over itself. On the plane, you’d let yourself count back. Twenty three days since you last saw him. Now he’s here, in the room with you, breathing the same air. You don’t turn your head.

  “I like watching it on my computer,” you say. His hand is big and warm, soothing through your hair. You lean back into the touch. 

  “How was the flight?”

  “Quick,” you say, and then, because you were raised properly, “Thank you.” 

His hand moving down to stroke over the line of your neck, fingers slipping under the terrycloth of the robe. 

  “You’re welcome,” Lewis says, his voice closer, and then his mouth where his fingers were, the nape of your neck, the joint of shoulder. 

  “How was quali,” you ask, even as you’re twisting around on the couch to face him, up on your knees, reaching to touch his arms, warm skin, dark lines of tattoos.

  “Yeah, good,” he says, looking at your mouth. 

  “Where?”

  “Guess.”

  “Pole,” you say, and he grins, and kisses you, tackling you back down onto the couch, the heavy weight of him on your body. You feel settled within your own skin for the first time in twenty three days. 

--

Lewis has a rule. No sex twenty four hours before a race. He’ll do whatever you ask, hands, mouth, but he won’t fuck you. Even now, the remnants of room service dinner discarded on the balcony, squirming naked on the bed and grasping at his shoulders as he works three fingers into you. 

  “Please,” you hear yourself saying, tears hot between your eyelashes, “I can’t - I need you. Please, Lewis.”

  His mouth is burning hot on your collarbone, your neck, the corner of your mouth. 

  “You know I can’t,” he says, and does sound slightly regretful, “Use my hand, it’s okay, I know you can do it.” 

  You must be hurting him, the way you’re clinging, nails dragging, one leg wrapped around his waist, Lewis still in his jeans, his cock trapped and hard against your hip. You feel empty and aching, even with his fingers, need him, need all of him. You feel overheated, like you’re going to melt into nothing if he doesn’t get in you. 

  “Please fuck me,” you beg, breathless, pushing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in, the musky smell of him. 

  “I am,” Lewis tells you, his fingers making wet sounds where they’re twisting inside you. You want to cry with frustration, settle for biting at the knot of muscle above his armpit. His bare chest against your cheek, his sweat, the practiced movement of his hand. He’ll make sure you come, but it won’t be the same. It feels overwhelmingly cruel. You know you’re out of your own head, helplessly trapped in your body, but you’re stupid with it, with him, begging and crying and trembling. 

 “Want your cock so bad,” you say, lips dragging over his mouth. He groans, the rumble of it in his chest, uses his weight to pin you down onto the mattress. 

  “Don’t,” Lewis says, “You can’t convince me.” 

  “I can,” you pant, forcing your eyes open to look up at him, “I can.” 

His eyes are dark and glazed, mouth red, cheeks flushed. He’s breathing hard, unsteady, gazing down at you in the tangle of sheets, naked and desperate. Lewis laughs, once, and for a second you think you have him, you’ve broken him, but then he’s crawling down the bed to get his head between your legs, his mouth hot and wet as he licks over you, into you. It’s a lost battle then, his fingers beckoning inside you and your clit between his lips and you’re coming, his name caught in your throat and hips arching off the bed. 

--

You wake in the night, all at once. He’s left one of the windows open, a curtain fluttering gently in the breeze. Moonlight shines in a cut off shaft across the bottom of the bed. You’re in one of Lewis’ big t-shirts for pyjamas. Had fallen asleep moving your finger rhythmically across the compass on his chest, north, east, south, west. You can feel the ghost of his hand in your hair, twisting strands as he tapped through graphs on his laptop, breaking patterns, corner speed. 

  Lewis is asleep, when you roll over. On his front, his head turned towards you on the pillow. Inky eyelashes, relaxed mouth. You want to touch the tip of his nose, but you would hate to wake him. He’s breathing slowly, steady, a familiar rhythm. He looks young, like this, in the shadows, dreaming. You think about how he knew you were coming even though you insisted you weren’t. How he’s known every time. Always a step in front of you. Maybe it’s the ten years he has on you, maybe he just knows you. It was easy, when it started. A bad idea, but a good story. Intoxicating, addictive. Now, you just feel tangled, every struggle only taking you deeper, the knots tightening. The more you try and remove yourself, the closer you get. 

  You shuffle closer to press your forehead against his shoulder, kiss the tattoo of the younger version of him held up by his Dad. In his sleep, Lewis sighs, and wraps his arm around you. 

--

The shower is on, when you wake up again, fresh sunshine. On the table, there’s an artful arrangement of pastries and fresh fruit and coffee. Flowers and champagne despite the early hour. You’re spooning out sugar for his coffee when Lewis emerges, still damp and a towel low around his waist. There’s a mark on his shoulder, where you bit down and begged. You touch your mouth. 

  “You snored,” he says, takes a slice of cantelope. 

  “I know,” you tell him, and take his hand to lick off the lingering fruit juice. When you look up at him, his jaw is tight, his eyes heavy. 

  “You’re very bad,” he tells you, as you give him his hand back. 

  “I know,” you repeat, smile, and sip your coffee. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the hard shape of him under the towel, the way he stands very still and takes several deep breaths before he comes to sit with you. 

  You talk idly, about nothing, about everything. Not about the race. He’d told you at the start, if I want to, I’ll bring it up. You try and stick to the rule. He likes to listen, nod and ask questions. Under the table, his ankle hooks around yours. 

  “You gonna come to the track?” Lewis asks, not looking at you. You shrug, fiddling with a teaspoon.

  “If you want me to I can.”

  “But do you want to.” 

You cut your eyes to the spreading city view behind him, the sky big and blue. Last time you’d sat in the motorhome like a lost child and then watched the race in the corner of the garage, in a Mercedes jacket so you’d be mistaken for staff. A lanyard around your neck that marked you as Guest. 

  “I know last time,” Lewis starts, but you interrupt. 

  “I just felt like. In the way.” 

  “You’re not in the way,” he says, and he sounds so serious you have to get up, walk out onto the balcony, into the fresh air and sunlight that blinds. You lean over the railing and watch the city move below you, cars and people and children. They’re all moving in the direction of the track. Inside, you hear Lewis clear his throat, the rattle of dishes being piled. When you go back inside, he’s dressing, not looking at you. 

  “I don’t know how late I’ll be back,” he says, and you perch on the very end of the bed to watch, sat on your hands so you don’t reach out. 

  “Okay,” you say. 

  “There’s a Picasso museum,” Lewis says, “and a big church, stuff like that. If you tell the concierge you want to go they’ll sort it out for you.” 

  “Okay,” you say again, feeling robotic. You feel like you’ve said the wrong thing, disturbed this thing between you, where you pretend to not care and trust that he believes you. Before he leaves, he kisses you hard on the mouth, holds your face in his hand like the most precious thing he’s ever touched. You’re breathless when he steps back, blinking heavy, confused. 

  “Yeah,” Lewis says, his face closed over, “Have a good day.” 

The hotel door locks loudly behind him.

--

In the end, you go to the Rambla, walk amongst the families and other tourists. Buy watermelon juice and window-shop. Half an hour before the race starts you sit in a park and call your best friend. 

  “I think I’m in trouble here,” you say. The line crackles as she sighs. 

  “Yeah,” she says, “Maybe.” 

You laugh, because there’s nothing else to say. The sun is high in the sky. You can hear the national anthem playing from people’s television screens tuned to the race. On the walk back you find a store selling vegan chocolate. You buy a block for Lewis, caramel. A thin, silk scarf for your mother. Then one for yourself because the woman is so nice. By the time you get back to the hotel, the race is half over. He’s ten seconds ahead of the rest of the pack. You watch it on the television set into the bathroom wall, soak in the tub, watch him accept the first place trophy on that big podium in front of all those people. Spray champagne and laugh and shake people’s hands. The commentators boast that there’s never been a driver like him. They show a graphic with a list of all the records he’s broken. There are various celebrities waiting to congratulate him. A slim, tall woman that he hugs. You let yourself sink under the bathwater. 

--

You go downstairs to the hotel bar so you don’t text and ask him to come back. The waiters are all handsome young men who flirt with you, recommend Spanish red wine that is bitter at the back of your throat. He finds you there, two glasses in and head swimming. 

  “Hey, darling,” he says, his hand low on your back, warm and solid. 

  “Hey, honey,” you say, mimic his intimacy. He laughs at your attempt, slides onto the stool opposite you. The waiter is bringing over a second wineglass, full of red liquid. Obviously you missed him going to the bar first. 

  “How was your day?” Lewis asks, his throat moving as he takes a sip. 

  “Good,” you say, swirling the wine in your glass, knowing if you look at him you won’t be able to speak anymore. He’s wearing just a white t-shirt, dark pants. Braided hair pulled into a pony tail. 

  “How was yours?” You ask.

He grins, shrugs, playing at not caring. You know he cares about driving so much it hurts. You hold up your finger, number one, for him. He grabs your hand in his, hiding it from the rest of the bar. 

  “Don’t be shy,” you say, “You should be destroying this city right now. Are there any nightclubs around?”

  Lewis is looking at your tangled hands and not at your face. He shakes his head. Takes another drink. The rings on his fingers shine in the light from the chandelier. Under the table, his hand finds your knee, up to your thigh. He laughs when you squeak. 

  “You wanna go upstairs?” Lewis asks, and you finally let yourself look at him. The shape of his mouth. Dark eyes, sweeping lashes. The line of his jaw. The tight stretch of white fabric around his shoulders. 

  “Yeah,” you say, a whisper, false start, then, louder, “Yes.” 

He smiles, like he’s going to eat you, devour you. All teeth, glinting eyes. Your body feels too heavy, your heartbeat low. 

  “Ready when you are,” Lewis says, and you try and control your movements as you slide off the stool, make a beeline for the elevator. You can feel him behind you, warm and close. Presses you forward into the wall when no one else gets into the lift. His wide chest up against your back, your cheek against the cold mirror. You couldn’t escape if you tried. His big hands on your hips, tilting you up and back so he can rub his cock against your ass. 

  “Thought about this the whole last lap,” he’s saying, as you pant a steam cloud onto the glass, “About what I was gonna do with you when I got back to the room. What I was gonna do first, where I would touch you.” 

  You moan without meaning too, the sound escaping you, your hands flat over his. He’s grinding his hips into you, chin hooked over your shoulder, talking quietly to you. 

  “You make me fucking crazy,” Lewis says, and then the doors are opening and he’s stepping away, the sudden loss of his warmth but his hand around your wrist, pulling you out of the elevator and down the corridor to the room. 

  “I couldn’t stop,” he says, pulling you out of your dress, big hot hands over your body, “thinking about it. Almost crashed the fucking car.” 

  You would laugh, normally, at him talking like this, assume he’s winding you up. But now you can’t breathe, pressed up against the wall, hands in his hair, mouthing over his jaw as your dress pools around your feet. 

  “What were you thinking about?” You ask, and then cry out as he picks you up, too easily, throws you over his shoulder, moves through the suite to the bedroom. Your hands tight in his t-shirt, wanting to scream but not feeling any thread of danger, know he won’t drop you. He’s careful even as he puts you down on the bed, eyes raking over your matching underwear, pulls his t-shirt over his head. The movement tugs a few braids out of his ponytail. You reach up to tuck them behind his ear, let him catch your hand to kiss your palm. 

  “Thinking about,” Lewis says, hasn’t even turned the lights on, standing over you as he gets out of his pants, “Fucking. Christ. Just thinking about you. Everything. How good it feels inside you. How much I wanna fuck you, like, all the time.” 

  Every part of you feels hot, feverish, your brain struggling to form a coherent thought. He’ll always talk to you, during it, but not like this, never like this. You pull at his arm until he collapses on top of you, kissing you messily as your bodies curve around each other, a perfect pair. 

  “Lewis,” you say, the only thing you can produce, clutching at him, sucking on his tongue, “Lewis.” 

   “Let me fuck you,” he says, clumsy as he kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck, like he can’t settle, too full of energy, of want. 

  “Yeah,” you pant, legs already falling open, his thumbs hooking into your underwear, “Yeah, please.” 

  “You don’t even know,” he says, his mouth over your breast now, through the lace, damp and hot, teeth scraping. You feel overwhelmed with it as he pulls your underwear off, makes quick work of your bra so you’re naked and languid underneath him. Even just the bare touch of his skin on yours is enough to make you feel insane. 

  “I don’t know what,” you prompt, helping him out of his own underwear. And then it’s just you and him. The wet head of his cock bumping against the inside of your thigh. You feel like he could just press the tip inside you and you’d come, shaking and sobbing. He’s so hard already. 

  He’s pushing his head into your neck, biting at your pulse point, big hands pressing so good against your hips, your legs, moving you where he wants. 

  “You don’t know what you do to me,” Lewis says, and you feel the words move through you like a series of punches, overwhelming. But then he’s touching your clit, using your own slick to make his movements wet and easy. 

  “Do you have a condom,” he pants against your belly, licking the line of your hip, lifting his head to spit where his fingers are spreading you, watching the saliva drip down inside. You can’t speak from the feeling, everything fuzzy and amazing. 

  “No,” you say, “Sorry.” 

You prepare yourself for him to get up, go to the bathroom or his suitcase to find one, but Lewis doesn’t move. Instead, he goes very still, one finger tucked inside you. 

  “You don’t have one?” He asks. 

  “No,” you say, lifting your head up to look at him, propped on your elbows, “Don’t you?”

  “No, I. Fuck,” Lewis says, moving to kneel, hands braced either side of your body. He bows his head and swears again. Your heart pounds into your ribs, please, please, please.

  “I’m clean. I mean. We don’t have to. But,” you stumble, not looking at him. He lifts his head and his eyes are wide and pleading. Desperate. His cock stands hard and hot off his belly. 

  “Are you sure?” 

You laugh, gesture to where you’re spread out under him, wanton, “Yeah, look at me. I want to.” 

  The mattress dips as Lewis shifts, lifts you further up the bed to the middle. Is still touching you absentmindedly like he doesn’t even realise. Your tummy, your hips, between your legs. 

  “Yeah, I’m clean. I’ll pull out, I promise.” 

  “You better,” you threaten, but there’s no bite behind it, already reaching for him, dragging his mouth to yours. He folds into you, like he’s been waiting for a long time. 

  “Are you sure,” he asks once more, his mouth whispering over yours, the bare head of his cock pushing just into the opening of you. Every nerve in your body is pinpointed on the sensation, stupid with it. 

  “Yes,” you pant, your hands on his waist, pulling him in, “Please.” 

It’s biblical. The stretch of him, just him, nothing to separate. Somehow better than anything, ever. Lewis makes a hurting sound from his chest, his hands shaking around your body. He swears, over and over, the sound reverent. 

  “So good,” you say, eyes shut, face turned into his neck, “S’good, Lewis, oh, please.” 

He says your name, and it’s like it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it, soaring towards it. He starts to fuck into you, and your body curls around him, arms looped around his neck, legs around his waist. His hand around your face, thumb swooping over your eyes so you open them. 

  “Look at me,” he says, his nose bumping yours, “Wanna see you.” 

He pants with the exertion, the bed rocking with each thrust, and you gaze up at him, enraptured, kissing and breathing and crying and kissing again. You come with a shudder and tears in your waterline, your nails dug into the flexing muscle of his shoulder. Lewis holds your chin in his hand so he can watch, breathing in your air, licking into your mouth. 

  “God,” he says, as you float through it, feeling every heartbeat, “You’re so beautiful, you’re so. Oh, my god.” 

  He looks ethereal, God-like, something unknowable and yet intrinsically part of you. The shine of sweat at his hairline, the tangle of his necklaces in the hollow of your neck, the way your name sounds on his tongue. 

  “Come in me,” you say, suddenly, needing nothing more, wanting only that one thing, vicious from it. 

  “Baby,” he’s saying, even as he surges to the end, hips stuttering, “I can’t. I. Fuck.”

  “Please,” you say, legs tight around him, holding him in, hands in his hair, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. Everything is hot and close and perfect. 

  “I want you to, I wanna feel it,” you beg, and it’s like it kicks him into the next gear, finds more space inside you, the crash of his pelvis into yours, rough and hard and everything you’ve ever wanted ever. 

  “Gonna come in you, baby, gonna fucking fill you up,” Lewis says, a rasp, and then he’s doing it, hot and pulsing, fucking it into you, moaning and shivering, every muscle tight. Everything is white behind your eyes, a single, perfect moment. The weight of him on you and around you and in you. The harsh sound of his breath. The way he mumbles your name into your mouth as he relaxes, surrendering weight. You take it gratefully.

You lie like that for awhile. Sweat drying tacky on your skin, sticking you to him. Matching heartbeats, not speaking. Then Lewis moves suddenly, kneeling back on his heels and lifting one of your ankles onto his shoulder. Your hand on his chest, confused, but then you see his face, his teeth tucked into his bottom lip, liquid eyes watching where’s he’s dripping out of you. You want to tease him, call him a whore, but the synapses don’t connect, your body easy in his hands as he uses his fingers to push his come back into you, stuffs his cock back in, half hard already. 

  “Oh my god,” you whisper, fingers curled around the muscle of his shoulders, shocked by the sudden feeling, the way it feels so good already as you feel him thicken. 

  “This is so,” Lewis says, his hands on your hips, holding you open, “Amazing. Fuck. You feel so perfect.” 

  You can’t help it, laugh breathlessly, the slick sound of him using his own come to fuck you. 

  “I know,” you say, hand curling around his face, the rough of his beard, draw him down to your level to kiss him lazy and messy, “It’s so good.” 

  He looks down at you like he can’t compute, can’t understand it, gets his hand between your bodies to touch you, make you cry out. His body seems to be urged on by the sound, quickening. Lewis folds your legs up his chest, leans down over you, big arms braced either side of your head so you’re completely surrounded by him, held down. It makes you cry, tears hot on your cheeks, Lewis’ mouth kissing them away as you come again, shaking and blissed out. When you can see again, he’s close, hands tight in your hair as he grinds down into your body, mouth open, soft sounds that make your blood rush. His own eyes are wet when he comes. 

--

Later, he holds you in the curve of his body, your spine bent to his chest. You try and breathe at the same pace he does, like you can become part of him. You feel exposed, like you’ve dropped your cards and everyone’s seen them, knows what you’re holding. Remember your own voice begging him to come in you, knowing you would die if he didn’t. This isn’t part of the game. You’ve broken a rule. He’s seen something he shouldn’t have. 

  “Are you sleeping,” Lewis says into the dark, his voice a ghost. 

  “No,” you whisper, eyes wide open. 

  “Do you wanna fly back home with me?” He asks, voice quiet, unsure. His hand is warm on your chest. You breathe in and out at the same time he does. 

  “Yes.” 

[f1version]

LOVERS WITH STYLE ★ LH44

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader (she/her)

summary: You and Lewis have the amazing idea to soft launch your relationship during Coachella.

or this request

note: style by taylor swift is iconic, it reminds me of lewis all the time, and while these two don’t exactly fit the situation (toxic relationship) of the song… they never go out of style, if you know what i mean (this is all about the outfits)

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[chrisevansonly]

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: charlotte is adamant on making sure her dad knows exactly who the plate of cookies and glass of milk is for, and it isn’t him…

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very cute fluffy dad! lewis

𝐚/𝐧: i couldn’t resist writing this blurb, he gives off dad vibes constantly 🥹🥹

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Charlotte loved Christmas, she loved helping you decorate the tree, helping her daddy set up all the lights outside, and adored dressing roscoe up in funny hats and sweaters. She also loved to bake cookies for santa and making sure Lewis knew the plate for him was off limits.

“Daddy!!”

You laughed, watching your five year old little girl climb off her kitchen stool, her curls bouncing as she ran towards the special stand where her plate would go for santa clause

“Yes darling?”

“Come here please!” she called back, standing with her hands on her hips, she was precious and got her sassy attitude from her dad, and you found it too adorable.

“Oh you look like you mean business princess…”

Lewis smiled biting back a laugh as he walked over and kneeled in front of his daughter

“See this plate daddy?”

“Yes I see it baby”

She nodded before pointing a finger at him, her eyes stern

“I made cookies for santa okay? So when I put the plate here and his glass of milk no touching okay daddy?”

Lewis wanted to laugh so bad, truth be told you couldn’t hold back the giggles either

“Mummy this is serious!!” she squealed, not impressed to see you amused

“I’m sorry my love, you’re right it’s not funny, right daddy?”

You watched your husband nod

“Mummy is right, I promise I won’t eat any of santa’s cookies or drink his milk I promise…”

Charlotte seemed pleased enough with this answer but still stuck her pinky finger out for him to link with his, the father-daughter duo always sticking to their pinky promises.

“And daddy…”

“Yes baby?”

Charlotte smiled innocently before holding his face gently in her hands

“If you eat a cookie or drink the milk, you’re on the naughty list which means you get only coal for Christmas!”

Lewis smiled letting out a soft laugh

“I promise I won’t princess..”

“Good! Thank you daddy!”

She yelled before taking off towards the kitchen, straight past you to continue decorating her cookies, a smile on he little face.

“Well she definitely gets her dramatics from you love…” Lewis said, coming up to kiss you softly to which you rolled your eyes jokingly

“Mhm but she got her sass from you…guess we know she’s our daughter for sure”

There was no doubt in the world of that, Charlotte was the perfect mix of you and Lewis, she might be opinionated and know what she wants, but at the end of the day she was the sweetest angel in the entire world.

Until someone threatened to eat santa’s cookies…never go for the cookies…

[thatsdemko]

you belong with me - l.hamilton

t- swift inspired works masterlist

full masterlist & part two full masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: hints of jealousy

a/n: I SEE TAYLOR SWIFT TODAY!!! so in typical fashion, here’s a Taylor swift inspired work!

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Lewis Hamilton is known for his infamous amounts of connections. from the Latina pop singer shakira all the way to lebron james; Lewis Hamilton has connections and it’s no surprise to you that he’d date someone famous.

you expected it this whole, having grown up with him you know him from his favorite songs, to the wild dreams he’s had as a kid. he didn’t tell this stuff to just anyone, only his best friend. and that’s all you’ve ever known yourself to be.

Lewis Hamiltons best friend.

the girl on the phone that’s got him upset doesn’t know that he can’t live without looking at photo of Roscoe before bed. she doesn’t know he’s accidentally called your mom his mother. and she most certainly does not know that you dream of being his. you keep that to yourself.

it’s almost slipped. constructors cups, world championships, or pole positions. they’ve all almost led to those words sneaking out your lips.

you were so sure he didn’t feel the same way. he didn’t look at you like he did with Versace models or when dua lipa asked him for photo. you politely stand to the side with a smile on your face as the cameras flash into his sunglasses. why can’t that be you by his side? why cant you just toughen up and tell him?

oh that’s right, because he’s in love with another girl.

—

“hey, sorry about last night. I really let that argument get out of control.” he plops down on the patio furniture. he places a friendly pat against your thigh before quickly pulling his hands into his lap, “we worked things out now, she’s coming in tomorrow.”

“for the race?” you ask beginning to fiddle with the cap on your water bottle. you weren’t opposed to his new girlfriend joining you in the paddock, but you certainly wouldn’t be joining her in the garage. not with the way she made him feel yesterday.

he nods wrapping his arm around the back of the cushions, pulling himself closer to you, “I think you guys will get along. will you promise to be nice to her?”

“lew, of course I will.”

he laughs, “and don’t call me that in front of her. I’m really trying to impress, I think she could be the one.” his elbow nudges your arm, jokingly. he always loves the nicknames, especially since that one was from childhood when the letter ‘s’ was hard for you.

“I’ll call you whatever I want to.” you let out a hmph as you lean further against the cushions, slightly into his arms trying to pass on the hint. you’re sure he doesn’t notice it, he hasn’t for all these years what will change?

—

she shows up decked in Gucci and Louis Vuitton, things you could never afford. you feel small and out of place beside her, in your jean shorts and one of Lewis’ old Mercedes t-shirts. your personalities are so different, and maybe she was more fit for him. after all, they did meet at a fashion show and you met him on the playground kicking up dirt.

“good luck!” she calls out from beside you, arm waving in the air trying to catch his attention, but it’s useless. he’s too zoned in to pay attention, the race is the only thing that matters to him in this moment.

the only person he locks eyes with, is you. it’s usually right before he slides the visor down and he always does it. you never miss a race, which means he never gets superstitious, but today you’re not there. your placement is somebody else— a nobody to be precise, someone who will mess up his game.

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

that’s what in it really does hit him. that he could have any girl or person in his garage, but the one person that matters is you. the one person he cares about isn’t standing there like you’re supposed to be.

so when he crosses that finish line in third place, he doesn’t celebrate the top ten win with her, he goes to find you. the person who he belongs with.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me