The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Last Day

Good morning hangover, ouch! Today, I'm going back to London, but right now, my head is pounding. These past few days were so amazing and I never thought I'd make so many friends in such a short time. I'm gonna miss them so much.

I took a stretch before opening my eyes, and it felt good. I reached over to my side table to get my phone at its usual location, and there was no table there. 

I shot up from the bed and scanned the room. This was not my room. "Ohh my gosh!" "Where am I?" "Who's room is this?". My mind was pounding as well as racing at this point and I did not enjoy it. I got up, rushed to put on my shoes and started looking for my phone.

I crouched down to the floor, hoping to at least find it on the floor somewhere.

"Are you looking for something?" I heard a voice.

I peeked over the bed to identify the source of this voice, and what I saw cured my head. It was Lewis his towel was wrapped just below his waist. And I got a full view of his glistening upper body, giving me a chance to see most of his tattoos. His hair was loose and dripping wet. Those drops went ran through his pecks till they'd reached the towel.

"Oh my goodness," I whispered.

"What?" he asked having heard something.

"Nothing!" I immediately got up, "I mean, my phone."

He giggled and pointed to the chair behind me. I looked back to see my bag as well as my jacket on it.

"Thank you," I said and rushed to it. 

I grabbed my phone to check the time and see if I got any notifications. As always, my phone was just filled with emails and texts from my mom, sister, and manager. But my mind couldn't help but wonder, why was I here?

"Lewis?" I called him.

"Yes?" he responded while emerging again from the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

"Ahm," I paused, "what happened last night?"

He giggles and started to explain, "Well, after we spoke at the bar, you decided to have a drinking contest with Daniel. Bad idea, by the way."

"Oh no," I said and buried my face in my hands.

"So after that, Kelly and the rest of the group wanted to leave. You, on the other hand, wanted to stay. So I told them, I'd stay with you and they left. By the time we came back, you couldn't walk in your heels, let alone remember your room number, so I brought you here." he explained.

I was dying in that seat, and I couldn't even look at him.

"And don't worry, I slept on the couch," he added.

"That wasn't my main worry, but thank you," I said, "for bringing me here."

"It's not a problem," he said, "I'm just glad you're awake."

"Was I dead or something?" I said it, this time looking at him.

"I don't think you want me to answer that," he said and laughed.

"Okay," I said, "did I say anything stupid?"

He gave me a look with a huge grin.

"Alright," I said, "I don't wanna know."

"Do you wanna go have lunch?" he asked.

"I'd love to!" I replied, "do you mind if I go shower and get ready?"

"Go ahead," he said, "meet me down at the restaurant?"

"Of course, give me 30 minutes."

I left that room as quickly as I could. Although I had a gorgeous view, I couldn't help but think about what I could have possibly said last night. I got to my room and took the quickest shower possible, which I have to admit made me feel better. I put on a fresh outfit and covered up my hangover with sunglasses.