When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

5. all the good girls go to hell

Comfort.

Comfort is what he felt when he woke up Callum's strong arm around his waist. "good morning Cally." Mick said tiredly. "Morning Micky, how'd you sleep?" "very good, u?" "Better than in a long time. It's race day buddy we should get ready." "I know but couple more minutes? I still have 1,5h before I need to go to have breakfast with my team." "Okay but five minutes then you'll go to take a shower." And that's what they did.

Mick finished 18th. Wasn't his best result since he was last since there was 2 DNF's Daniel Ricciardo with Mclaren and Lance Stroll with Aston Martin. Last race of the tripleheader was Qatar and he was so tired already. "Are you coming to Qatar?" "I guess I am, I haven't talked much about it with the team members but yeah why I wouldn't I?" Mick shook his head nervously. "yeah i don't know" Mick said and kept packing his stuff back to his suitcase

"you need help? i packed my things already." Mick was packing his stuff nervously, his hands were shaky and sweaty. "no, i'm almost ready." Mick told the other driver and didn't even look at the other. "micky, your hands are literally shaking. come here."

Mick got up, walked up to Callum. The Brit took Mick hands into his and hold them tightly until they weren't shaking anymore. They were still sweaty. "Mick what's wrong, you've been acting weird lately." He didn't answer, he didn't know how. "It's alright, come here." Callum pulled him into a hug, let Mick rest his forhead on Callums shoulder. The German was so exhausted.

"Thank you buddy, I really needed it." Mick said relaxed. he understood he can be himself aroud Callum, he wasn't going to judge him. The Haas driver smiled gratefully. They ended up packing together.

After packing they ate snacks and watched Netflix together. Morning was awful, they were both tired and exhausted of all the work they've done in the past two weeks. Only one week left of the tripleheader.

"let's go cally" Mick said when they stepped into the plane. Still tired and exhausted but feeling better. Mick slept whole flight from Brazil to Qatar, he was so tired.

Mick stepped out of the plane, he smelled the fresh air of Qatar. The weather was hot, as always in Qatar. Callum came behind him, his brown-orange hair was glowing under the sun of Qatar.

Mick waved to all his team members that had arrived way earlier than him to get the garage and the cars ready for the weekend. He left all of his racing stuff into his drivers room and headed to his hotel.

On the way to the hotel he saw couple more drivers arriving at the track.

In the hotel room he checked himself out in front of the mirror. Why I'm still not skinny enough? I look awful. Mick didn't like the way he looked but he didn't show it.

He got compliments from his fans but it felt like they gave them just to get noticed by him or shit. Mick was insecure. Why he wasn't masculine like the others, like his dad were when he was his age?

Mick phone was ringing but he didn't hear it since he had fallen asleep. he didn't realize how tired he were. Mick hasn't showered since Sunday morning so it's been almost a week, but he was way too tired and busy to care about himself. Mick hasn't eat a whole meal in a long time, he couldn't think we he had his latest meal. Was it in Brazil? USA? Mexico?

Mick woke up hearing loud banging behind his hotel room door, he quickly got up and walked to the door "THE FUCK YOURE BANGING MY DOOR?" He yelled. "ayo Micky it's just me Callum." the brunette said.

Mick quietly let him inside. "Sorry I didn't meant to make u mad I just- you didn't answer ur phone and it made me slightly worried, I stood behind that fucking door for fifteen minutes then I began to loose my shit" Callum said rubbing the back of his neck.

Mick nodded. "yeah, I ate lunch and fell asleep afterwards. I didn't hear u callin'." Callum pulled Mick into a hug, a tight one. "Sorry, my anxiety has gotten lot worse. I was overthinking about what has happened to you." Callum said.

Before Mick could answer he felt soft lips on his. The kiss was shy, full of emotions. Suddenly Callum pulled away. "uh sorry, it just felt right." Mick wasn't sure what he should do so he pulled the brunette into another kiss.

"It really felt right." Mick said and lightly blushed. "I actually liked it" he kept going. "I know you said you aren't ready for a relationship this quick but-" Mick tried say before he heard a calm voice. "yes, we can try but please let's take it slow."

The German hasn't felt so much joy in a long time. He pulled Callum into a hug. "So can I finally call you my boyfriend when I talk about you to Gina?" "yes, if that's what you want to call me." The older one smiled.

Both of the boys had a hell of a jetlag. It was Monday and they had almost 5 days to do whatever they wanted because there's no work to do.

On Tuesday they went on a walk, ate a expensive dinner in amazing restaurant while the sun was setting.

On Wednesday they mostly slept. Mick was exhausted because Tuesday was mentally tiring day to him. Callum took care of him, make sure he took a shower, ate something and drank enough water.

Thursday was media day, press conference, interviews and everything. In press conference Mick was paired with the young Japanese driver. AlphaTauris rookie Yuki Tsunoda. They really didn't get enough time to spend together, so when Mick finally got back to hotel he snuggled in Callum's arms.

Friday was first race day, more interviews, free practice one and two. Whenever the boys had a chance they gave each other a kiss or a warm hug. Getting caught would ruin lot of things. In fp1 Mick was p18 and fp2 was pretty much same Mick was p19.

Mick hated Saturdays, always so exhausting days with no breaks and it was a late evening race even. Which meant it was more tiring. Mick didn't know how he managed to make it thru the day without any attacks or stuff.

He kept getting messages from Callum telling how he's doing absolutely amazing and they will cuddle and eat something Mick wanted when they get back to hotel. And that's what they did for sure.

Sunday. Sunday hasn't ever been Micks favourite day. He absolutely loved racing, but at that time he wasn't mentally struggling like now days, mental illnesses in F1 wasn't something that people really talked about. Pretty much McLarens own golden boy Lando Norris was the only one who has talked about mental health in motorsport.

Race was same as every races, absolutely disappointing result. Interviews, same questions.

Mick loved the idea how his going home to Switzerland after the race. But without Callum. He couldn't bring him. His dad was home. Callum was going home to see his family which was normal like every other family was. Except Micks.

They spend night together cuddling, kissing and eating some of Micks safe foods. He loved spend nights with Callum, his very own Callum. He didn't how he could be away from Callum the whole week.

For sure they was going to FaceTime whenever they could, text whenever there was a little break in their day. Maybe they were thousands of kilometres away from each other but they always cared about each other's no matter the distance.

I love you was something Mick couldn't get out of his mouth even tho he knew he loved the British boy. Whenever they needed to left each other, there was always this one thing they didn't take away from the other when they left.

Love.

Love never left.