When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

7. when the party's over

Confused.

Mick indeed was confused, he had just said I love you to Callum and he thought he could never say it.

"you do?" Mick asked confused. He didn't remember when he heard someone else than family member telling him they love him. "oh Micky of course I do!" Callum giggled a little. "sorry, it's just no one except family member has ever told me that before." Mick answered and Callum probably saw how embarrassed he was. "Hey I didn't know, it's fine."

Mick snuggled into Callum's arms and smiled. He felt safer than ever before. Callum gave him the same feeling of comfort that his dad gave him back in the days, it might sound weird but it isn't if you don't take it like that.

Nights he slept in Callum's arms were the best ones. The warmth of his body was comforting. He hold Micks smaller body so carefully. Sleeping with Callum was like sleeping in heaven.

Mick woke up and Callum wasn't there, the hotel room was empty. Callum's stuff was gone like Callum.

Mick had a bad feeling about the day, he felt like everyone was acting weird. First Callum was gone and now everyone's acting weird.

Mick couldn't figure out what was going on. He skipped breakfast as always he did. He went to see the PREMA guys since it was f2 weekend as well.

He smiled at them, there they were same old guys he was working with last year and in f3. His second family.

There he was, Robert. His ex-teammate and best friend. They haven't seen in months. "Robert!!" Mick called him smiling. "oh hey Mick!! how are you doing?" He asked. "I'm doing great, work is exhausting but not that bad." He smiled and Robert looked at him weirdly but he didn't think about it that much.

Then when he was leaving he heard couple team members "does he know about Callum?" "should we tell him?" "How he doesn't know" "poor boy."

Mick was confused, why everyone is suddenly talking about Callum.

He has just left? Right?

But then he realized Callum NEVER left him without saying a word, without sending a message, voicemail or something. Never.

Mick tried to call him atleast ten times but he didn't answer.

Then it was time to go back to work. For fuck sake he hated this day. Everything was so fucking questionable and everyone was being so weird.

No on responded when he asked about Alfa Romeo or Callum.

Where the fuck was Callum Ilott was the question he couldn't get an answer, but he knew he needed to focus on working and leave Callum just for a moment. Thursdays, always so busy.

Media day, not Mick favourite especially today when Callum wasn't here. Mick was now going to lunch even tho he didn't feel like eating at all.

Then he suddenly remembered Callum was hanging with Marcus yesterday. He could ask Marcus where his loverboy was.

Of course. Marcus's phone is off. He is at work as well. He'll just figure out everything before the end of the day.

Mick skipped lunch. He hasn't eaten anything since how long. He isn't hungry that's all. Voices on his head was on replay telling him his fat and he needs to stop eating or he won't get skinny.

Now Mick is skinnier, not skinny enough but skinny. He still didn't like the way he looked but of course he wouldn't if he was fat like that he thought.

Now it was time for second meeting, with team and Nikita. It was like all other meetings. Boring. Complaining about how the car is shit, the boys need to do their best, mechanics need to focus 110% the whole weekend just like the drivers.

The thing was. Mick isn't focused at all. His legs are shaking, hands are sweating. His thoughts are all over the place. He is not focusing what's going on in the meeting, he has no idea what are they talking about.

"Excuse me, Mick are you paying attention?" One of the team members asks. "Oh yeah sorry I zoned out, I'm focusing."

Meeting went slowly as always. He had one meeting left with his engineer and some other people then he would be free from work.

Mick felt dizzy everytime he stopped his movements and took deep breath. Mick hasn't felt like this before, how could he explain? Not sore? Not actually tired? Not exhausted? Not confused? Not fully anxious.

After the last meeting he was free, it would be time for dinner but not for Mick, first he tried to found Sebastian, couldn't find him.

Okay, who next who could know where he was. Mick head hurt when he tried to figure out who would know. He couldn't find Sebastian, Marcus wasn't answering his calls anyways. His team didn't tell him anything, neither PREMA did.

It was the easiest question ever. Where is Callum. And if he isn't going to have an answer as soon as possible he is going to cry.

Then he realized, his ex-teammate. Guanyu Zhou. Bingo. He would know for sure.

"hey mate, where are you?" "At Alfa, why you asking" "stay there, I'm coming to there."

Mick ended the call as fast as he could. Took his shoes put them on and started for real running to Alfa Romeos garage fast as he possibly could.

There he stood, man he could get answers from, when no one else wasn't answering. The whole day he has been waiting for an answer and finally.

First he tried to catch his breath, before saying a thing. After he managed to do it he opened his mouth and gently asked.

"do you know where Callum is, I woke up today and he wasn't there, all his stuff is gone and everyone is acting strange." "Mick you don't know?" Zhou asked carefully. "Know what?" "I don't know if I'm the right person to tell you this.

Mick was getting frustrated. "For fuck sake, of course you are, no one else won't even tell me so if you don't tell me right the fuck now I'm going to kick your ass." Mick was almost yelling.

"Mick, Callum is dead."

Callum is what?

dead.