When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

3. xanny

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One weekend done, two to go. Brazil and Qatar. He was already tired. Zoning out on every meeting or interview.

Atleast this week there wasn't six people behind Micks door asking if he's fine.

Mick has gotten skinnier, but no one hasn't noticed yet. He hides his body into baggy clothes, thank gosh winter is coming. Mick didn't like his arms they were ugly, not like other drivers arms, muscular and stuff, he wasn't very muscular in general, he didn't like the way he was different, Mick would do anything to be like others.

México was none special to Mick, same shit Max won, Lewis 2nd and homeboy 3rd with of course extremely proud dad.

He knew the way Charles felt when he saw those two together. Mick felt the same way. The phone call Charles made. It made probably all of us cry.

Anyways, Mick was now heading to Brazil alone after spending two weeks with mum and Gina. He, Gina and Esteban spend some time together after the race. He hadn't had that much fun in a long time.

Callum would be in Brazil. They haven't talked much. But they'll for sure talk on the paddock in the next four days. Mick knew deep inside of himself that he had no chances to be with Callum.

Mick also knew their relationship wasn't going to be like in those fucking stupid movies or books. He didn't even want anything like that. Mick wanted normal healthy and loving relationship.

After press conference where he was paired with Kimi Räikkönen, Mick went into his hotel room, he did the track walk before the press so now he could just sleep.

Or that was what he thought until someone was behind his door. Mick lazily got up and walked towards the door.

"hi, mick" Callum looked as tired as Mick did, miserable even. He knew he need to act like a therapist today. "I need your help little one." Callum sounded hopeless "what's wrong?" He wasn't even sure what was going on. Callum looked like he was about to cry.

"Mick, I haven't been able to sleep since I broke up with her. Could I sleep a little nap with you, if you wouldn't mind?" He asked, his voice was quiet almost a whisper, Callum's eyes were watery. "I need comfort Mick and I couldn't think about anybody else than you, please." Callum was almost begging.

Mick pulled Callum into a hug. A tight one. "oh boy of course you can, are you alright." He didn't answer, Callum's body was just shaking in Micks arms. "thank you Micky."

Mick let him go and he just took his shirt off and got under the warm bedsheets. He just looked at the older Brit and smiled. Then Mick went to the bed as well, now they were back to back laying in the bed.

In the same second Cal turned around and put his arms around his waist and pulled Mick closer. Suddenly he felt insecure and small but slowly he relax and fell asleep.

Mick woke up with the older one still sleeping next to him. He looked peaceful and comfortable. Micks phone suddenly started ringing. He ignored because the way he enjoyed the warmth of the body next to him.

"Mick, are you still here?" Callum asked tired and quietly he could hear the panic in his voice. "don't worry Cal, here I'm still here, next you."

Then Micks phone rang again. It was who else than his manager.

"Mick, didn't I say we're gonna go eat dinner together at 17:30 (5:30pm)."
"oh yeah sorry I forgot, I already ate with Callum"
"ok, see you tomorrow then bye"

Mick hated lying so much but it just became so easy.

"mick we didn't eat anything together." Callum said with disappointment in his face. They were face to face and Mick just could see it so well. "Why'd you lie? You never do." Mick just turned around. "I don't know, I'm not hungry." He lied again. "micky when was the last time you ate, what and with who?" mick didn't answer. "Be honest, please" mick didn't say anything yet. He didn't want to be honest because Callum would be mad at him for sure.

He opened his mouth but no words were said. He couldn't speak. "Honestly I'm not sure, maybe when we had breakfast together?" Micks voice was shaky, Callum heard it. "Oh love why you haven't been eating, you're definitely not okay. We had breakfast together in USA, its been a month." "Cal don't be mad I didn't meant to. I'm sorry" Mick tried to say, before the older one stopped him. "Don't even be sorry, it's okay. Everything's okay, everything is going to be okay. I promise." Callum said and pulled the German into his arms. "Thank you Callum for always being here for me even when you're having hard time as well."

They fell asleep again. Surprisingly. those two slept together the whole night. Until morning. Like six people atleast went knock on his hotel room door, until they woke up when they heard Callum's phone ringing. It was Fédéric Vasseur. "Oh shit, I'm in serious trouble." Callum whispered before answering the phone.

"Good morning boss."
"Callum ilott, you're 2 hours late. Get yourself into here in 15 minutes or there's gonna be way more consequences."

Mick was laughing. They were getting dressed.

When they arrived at the track, they hugged and started running at their garages as fast as they could. Half of the drivers saw them and just smirked. Whatever was going between them, the whole paddock knew.

Out of breath mick ran up to Günther. "I'm so sorry I swear I didn't meant to it was a mistake, hope i didn't miss anything important." "Well I'm not gonna even list the things. Get in the car and do what you're supposed to." And he did.

P16 in practice one and P18 in qualifying. After practice one Callum ran up to Mick and hugged him with of course congratulations. "I'm proud of you little one." Callum whispered and left. Mick turned around and all team members just smirked at him "are we gonna see him in here next year" mick gave them confused look.

After all sessions he did the interviews and stuff, then headed to his hotel room. He didn't have anything to do. Until who else than Gunther called him "come to my office. Now."

G: "I don't know what the fuck is going on between you and Callum but you need to stop that. You aren't just anyone. You're a formula 1 driver, you need to be on time, as well as everyone else. You cannot be there fucking around and being late. Understand?"
M: "Understood."

Now mick didn't have anything to do, he still had half a day to spend. He wasn't tired so he headed to his hotel room, changed his clothes and headed outside. Mick was having good day like after 30 bad days. Then he got a notification

Cal<3: "I slept well with you, thank you. Hoping Gunther didn't kill you. Things will get better. Remember to eat!"

Mick just hugged his phone, he didn't answer or anything. He felt happy. Really happy. He put on his earphones and went to run. Then his phone was fucking ringing again. To hell with the ringing phone, who was missing him again. Well Esteban was missing him.

E: "mate, how are you?"
M: "I'm really good thanks for asking, you?"
E: "oh I'm pretty well also. I just think you've got something to explain to me."
M: "for fuck sake."
E: "mick tell me, the whole paddock knows."
M: "knows about what"
E: "about you and Callum ofc"
M: "oh shit, no no no. With all the motherfucking honest i have right now. There's completely nothing going on between us. Had to disappoint you at this point."
E: "oh shit, then talk with Cal, cause he also needs to explain everyone you two aren't together"

Call was ended between them and Mick didn't even looked at his hotel room door, he just ran straight to the Brits room and knocked. Quickly mick got himself into the room. "You probs know why I'm here." "Yup the whole paddock is going crazy, i had to explain to Frederic to even random photographers that we aren't dating." "Mate same, and latest was Esteban Ocon himself asking why I haven't told him that we're dating. Then I was like the problem is we aren't dating yet."

yet.