In Love With Formula 1

Part 14

I was flying back to Monaco today and Lando had offered to let me stay for longer but I really missed my own bed even though Lando's was extremely comfortable. I had said I was driving to the airport but he insisted on dropping me off, meaning my car was going to be at Lando's house for a very long time, I let him drive it to the airport because I knew how much he loved it. I also left the keys with him so he could take it out whenever he wanted. I also gave him a bit of paper with and address on it and said

"You can go here if you want, just say that Izzie Bewdley said you could have access and show them the note"

"Is this going to get me murdered?"

"Nah murdering an F1 driver would be too much hassle"

We were now sat outside the terminal having this conversation so I decided to get out and get checked in so I could go and watch the planes from the big windows at the gates.

"Oi, do I not get a goodbye"
Lando said to me

"Oh sorry, bye"
I said with a smile not really knowing how to react because I didn't really want him catching feelings for me or getting his feelings hurt by me.

"Is that all I get, come here you idiot"
he replied as he threw his arms around my neck almost strangling and suffocating me

"Okay you can let go now"
I said in a muffled voice

He let me go and was just looking at me now, I was getting a bit worried so I panicked and said

"I'll see you again maybe, thank you for letting me stay at your house it was really nice of you" and with that I turned around and walked in to the airport without looking back hoping that it would help the situation of not developing feelings.

I boarded the plane and I was sat in the window seat looking out to the wing, this was my favourite seat because you weren't affected by turbulence as much and you had some of the best views which distracted me from getting really bad panic attacks, I never really liked flying and I used to get really bad panic attacks when flying. The flight was at sunset so the views were beautiful, I took a picture on my new disposable camera, but this one only had 30 pictures left instead of 32, maybe I took some pictures without meaning to, either way I wasn't that concerned about it. We landed at the airport in France at around 8pm and I was in a taxi by 9pm meaning I would get back to my apartment just before midnight.

I walked in to my apartment stumbling over some of the post I had received whilst away and started watering the plants before even thinking about going to bed or unpacking. I ended up on my balcony with a bottle of vodka and some cigarettes on the table, I was quickly realising I was falling back in to bad habits, I used to be a heavy drinker from 15 to 17 because I was suffering really badly from depression and I was slipping again, I didn't know what to do. I shuffled back in to my room and fell asleep thinking about everything that had happened in the last few weeks. I had been to 2 GP's for free, I lost my court case, I stayed at an F1 drivers house who I had known for less than a week. At least my life wasn't boring was my last thought before drifting off to a drunken slumber.

I woke up with a pounding head so I got in the shower straight away and made sure the water was cold enough to wake my body up, I put some running shorts on and a comfy hoodie, I walked in to my kitchen and made a cup of tea and leaned against my kitchen counters just savouring these moments of peace, I opened my balcony door and put some fruit out as well a book I was planning on reading throughout the day, it was going to be a chilled out, tanning day because I had missed the nice weather too much. That was until there was a knock at my door.

"Hello" I said as I was opening the door to see Charles stood there

"Is that Lando's hoodie?" were the first words to come out of his mouth and I looked at what hoodie I had picked out and all hail it was indeed Norris' hoodie.