Just Breathe (Lewis Hamilton One Shot)

Just Breathe

Authors Note: This story contains one mini mature settings.

I just want to scream. Cry at the same time. It's one of those days where everything pisses me off. Everything is a burden and everything upsets me. Basically I am one big ball of emotions.

"Fuck!" I scream as I watch the scalding hot water, hit my hand then run down the counter. Running over to the sink I turn it on cold water and place my hand under the tap. The cold water soothes the burn that is starting to develop. A low deep bark makes me even more frustrated.

"Not now Roscoe." I yell at the British Bulldog. Looking at my hand I see a giant blister starting to form.

"Just lovely." I yell.

"What is?" I jump at Lewis's voice.

"Fuck sakes Lewis." I yell.

"Everything okay, love?" Tears fill my eyes. I try to push them back but some escape. I wipe them off on my sleeve.

"Peachy." I reply, turning off the water and grabbing a paper towel and wrapping it around my burn. With my back still to the rest of the flat, out of the corner of my eye I see Lewis walk fully into the kitchen.

"What happened?" He asks.

"I spilled water. All I wanted was a bloody cup of tea." I yell, uncovering my hand, throwing the paper towel in the sink.

"Let me see." Lewis says coming to stand behind me and picking up my hand.

"Ouch." He says and I yank my hand away.

"No shit." I go to walk away but his hand grabs my waist stopping me.

"Let me help."

"I got it." I snap and walk to the bathroom, pulling out the first aid kit. I go to apply some antiseptic when Lewis's tattooed covered hand takes the cotton ball from me.

"Stop being hard headed Skyler."

"I'm not being hard headed Lewis, I just don't need your help." I go to grab the cotton ball but he holds his arm up. Damn his five-nine frame, towering over my five-four frame.

"Just shut up and let me help." The look in his brown eyes tells me there's no changing his mind. I hold my hand out to him.

"Thank you." As Lewis cleans the burn he starts to hum. Then it turns to soft singing. The song is familiar, As the World Falls Down by David Bowie. I listen as he cleans and wraps my burn. The song and his voice soothing my bottled up emotions.

"Better?" He asks, kissing the bandage that now covers the top of my hand. Tears spill from my eyes.

"Oh love." He pulls me against him. His arms wrapping themselves tight around me and I lay my head against his bare chest. I hold onto him as the flood gates open. My own arms wrapped tight around his waist.

"It's okay. Just let it out. Breathe in, breathe out. In with the positive, out with the negative." I do as he tells me and soon the tightness in my chest is gone and my head is cleared.

Pulling away and I lean my forehead against his chest.

"Now how about that tea." He says and I pull completely away and wipe my eyes dry with the tissues he offers me.

"Don't you need to shower?" I ask. Noticing how damp from sweat he is from his run.

"Later. Maybe you can join me." I chuckle at his raised eyebrows. I shove him away.

"Just go make my tea." He gives me a kiss before leaving the bathroom. I followed a few minutes later after splashing some water on my face.

"You want to tell me how you managed to burn yourself?" Lewis asks when I take a seat on the sofa, Roscoe jumping up next to me.

"I don't even know. I zoned out and I guess I overfilled the mug." A few minutes later Lewis hands me a mug of tea.

"Thanks." I whisper and blow on the hot liquid before taking a sip.

"You want to talk?" He asks and I sigh.

"I have all these emotions today knotted up in my chest. I feel like I can't breathe." Lewis reaches forward and runs his fingers through my hair.

"Just breathe love. Just breathe." I take a few deep breaths and steady myself.

"I don't know what's wrong, Lewis. I can't sleep anymore. Everything hurts. I mean emotionally everything hurts."

"Skyler." He brings me against his side, wrapping his arms around me in a protective cocoon. Rubbing my back.

"You're fine. Everyone gets like this. Lean on me. I got you. Relax a little. Your hella tense." I don't know how long we sit there like this but soon the tea on my mug is cold and my eyes feel heavy.

"You're falling asleep aren't you?" I nod yes and through hooded eyes, I see Lewis stand up and pick me up. Carrying me into our bedroom, he strips me of my clothes, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He tucks the comforter around me then lays next to me, pulling me against him.

"Sleep my love."

"I love you." I whisper and before I fall asleep I hear him reply back,

"I love you too." I woke about an hour and half later to a cold, empty bed but I feel much better. Hearing the shower running I get out of bed and strip before entering the bathroom.

Lewis in the shower, his back to me. Opening the door I step in and let my lips kiss the various tattoos on his back. Giving the cross special attention.

"Mmm, is someone feeling better?" He asks. I stand on my tip toes and whisper in his ear,

"I think I am ready to relax now. Think you could help?" With a growl Lewis spins around, grabbing me and pinning me to the shower wall.

"I think I can help with that." He crashes his lips to mine and soon all my bottled emotions are but a memory.