The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Celebration

After the podium, there was a press conference with the winners, then more pictures taken with the teams. During this time, I met Charles' girlfriend, Charlotte, a sweet girl. She also tagged along with us during all the commotion, and we planned to be together at the celebrations.

When they were done, I got the chance to see Lewis. With all the excitement he rushed and hugged me. I could feel his race suit still wet with champagne and sweat, he was euphoric.

"That was amazing!" I told him with a smile.

"Thank you so much," he said as we let go, "you're a great lucky charm!"

"No, that was all you," I said, "you did an incredible job!"

We continued to talk about the race and I even got a picture with him next to the car.

"Are going to the after-party celebration?" he asked.

"Of course, I am," I answered, "all this needs to be celebrated."

"Great, I'll see you then."

So my group and I went back to the hotel and got ready in our rooms. I took a shower, did my makeup and wore high waisted black leather pants with a sparkly crop top and heels.

*knock, knock*

I go to open the door, and it's Brad, "Hey, babe!"

I'm not surprised, I left a note in his room, telling him my room number and explaining that I needed time to think about us. 

"Hi," I replied.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered and made way for him to enter, "but I'm going out soon."

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Nice to see that you finally care."

"Come on, babe," he stated, "it's my job!"

"Yeah, I know," I said keeping my composure, "I don't know if it's just me, but I felt that you don't want to be with me anymore. I do the most to tone down myself to not make you feel bad and you just get colder and colder."

"Look, you've changed," he said frustrated, "and I don't know how to deal with it so I work."

"That's your solution?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Talk to me? Tell me how you felt? Just anything!" I yelled.

"I'm in love with someone else, Y/N."

My heart sank. I couldn't utter words. The uneasiness and discomfort spread throughout my body and I just fell to my chair. I saw his lips move, but all I could hear is a ringing in my ears. All I heard was "Samatha" and "a few months".

"Just stop," I said, "I can't hear this anymore."

"Alright," he said, "I just wanted you to know, it's over between us."

"Answer me this," I spoke before he left, "why did you bring me here?"

"I thought you'd be the perfect person to bring me closer to the drivers."

So he wanted to use my image. That was the final nail on the coffin, and tears started to fall uncontrollably. Brad then attempts to come closer for a hug, but I turn him down.

"Just go, Brad," I said, and he left.

I called my sister almost immediately and she consoled me as much as she could through the phone. She pleads but implored me to go out and have a good time with everyone.

"Don't lose this chance to have fun in Abu Dhabi," she said, "especially for a prick!"

"You're right," I admitted.

*phone rings*

"It's Kelly," I said.

"Well then pick up!" Zan shouted.

"Hey, Kelly," I said with my voice still broken.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked concerned.

"Brad just broke up with me."

"What? Charlotte and I are coming to you."

After a few minutes, they were there with me, trying their best to make me feel better and just as they were about to give up and not go. I decided we should go and look forward. So I freshened up my makeup and we were off.

Max, Pierre, Charles, along with some other mates, were already waiting for us downstairs. We all got into a van and made our way there to the skylite rooftop lounge. Thankfully it was not that packed, and we were escorted to our table. The ambience was electric, the lights reflected the energy and it was helping me feel better.

Our table was in between that of Lando Norris and Lewis. They were both filled with their mates and other drivers, such as George Russell and Daniel Ricciardo. Since our tables were so close we then morph into one and partied together.

I got to know everyone a bit better and got close to Lando and Daniel, they were super nice, and Daniel was a huge party animal, something I never thought I needed till now. 

The night went on, and the drinks kept flowing. The girls always checked up on me and once in a while cameras came by for some snapshots, so I had to keep my composure.

I took a moment to sit down and I started getting into my thoughts. After a few minutes, I see an extended hand on my peripheral vision. I look up and, it's Lewis.

I took his hand, he lifted me and asked, "would you like to dance?"

"Yes, of course."

As much as I didn't feel like it at that moment, Lewis' kind smile and amazing era always manage to somehow attract me. And I am not mad at it.

We spent some time on the dance floor and the man had some amazing moves. His hands got closer to my body as we suede to the rhythm of the sounds. But unfortunately because of where we were, nothing could go further, so we went to the bar.

"Woah, Mr Hamilton," I said catching my breath, "if you weren't such a great driver, I'd suggest a career in dancing."

He laughed and said, "same goes for you, but the modelling world needs you."

We laughed it out and carried on having a lovely conversation at the bar, where it all started.

"Anyway, where's your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Ahm," I paused, "he broke up with me before coming here actually."

His face went pale, and eyes widen, "Y/n, I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay," I reassured him, "as much as I'm hurt, I really wanted to here, celebrating you and Max."

He put his arm around and I leaned toward it.

"Thank you for being here," he whispered.

The rest of the night went on flawlessly, we all had a great time and by the time we got to the hotel, we were all plastered and tired. I don't remember much, all I remembered was getting to a bed and just sleeping.

What a night!