The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

"Dish dish dish"

Good morning confusion. Okay. I know. We are freaking out right now, but what the hell was that? Why did he act weird? Did I come out too strong? I wish there was a cheat code for all this stuff because I don't understand what just happened. I still got up and got ready. Even though I am confused, I have to at least get my job done.

Susan came by to pick me and drove me to the shoot location on a rooftop. I was filming an ad for the Dior make-up line. There was a lot of outfit changes and makeup looks, but ultimately very fun. It didn't distract me from the fact that I was going to see Lewis later today, but I didn't know what was going on with him.

When I got home it was already 1 p.m the time that Zan and I planned to have lunch and she arrived just a few minutes after I did.

"Welcome," I said, dramatically opening the door.

"Ohh wow," she said, "little miss, I made it, living large."

"You always show off, and now it's my turn," I said and gave her a tour of the apartment.

We then sat down and talked about her work until I got a text from Lewis.

Hey, I'm not gonna be able to come.
I got a bit tied up with some things.

Hi, alright I understand

Is everything alright?

Yeah
Have fun with your sister
Talk later

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Lewis isn't coming," I answered.

"Why not?"

"He didn't say."

"Did anything happen with you guys?"

I explained everything to her in hopes that she would know what was going on or what I did wrong.

After hearing everything I had to say, she took a brief moment of reflection and said, "I don't know."

"You know everything," I said.

"I know but," she started to explain, "I just don't understand."

I barrier my face in my hands, how did I mess it up so soon?

"But look," she said, "let's go have a bite before I have to go back to work, okay?"

"Alright," I said and got up to dish the food.

"We'll figure it out," she said, "it's probably nothing."

"I hope so," I said under my breath.

We had our lunch and for the rest of the day, I did a lot of unboxing with Susan. We opened all the PR packages and went over many emails. I thought this would help distract from Lewis but it didn't. I just realised that I probably really do like Lewis and decide to call the man who planted the idea himself, Lando.

"Hello!" he says over FaceTime.

"Don't you hello me," I said angrily, "you ruined my plans."

"I'm sorry?" he said, "does that help."

"No," I said, "do you even know what you are apologizing for?"

"No, I don't," he says then giggles.

"Lando," I said in a serious tone.

"Okay, okay, what's wrong?" he asked.

I told him everything that went on since he left and especially everything in detail about yesterday. 

"That's a lot, mate," he says, "I leave, and you make it all happen at once."

"Focus, Lando," I said, "what did I do?"

"Well, based off my love life skills, which are none," he admitted, "maybe it was just a lot all at once?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you both just got out of a relationship and..." 

"Wait, what?" I interrupted him, "he was in a relationship?"

"Yeah, didn't you know?" he asked.

"Lando," I said, "do you see the shook on my face?"

"Alright, I guess you didn't," he said, "They broke up recently."

"Who was she?"

"Winnie Harlow," he answered, "she's a model too, I think."

"Yeah, I know her," I admitted, "we've walked on a runway or two together."

"Awkward," he said, "so who did you not know?"

"If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm pretty detached from the celebrity world," I admitted, "I'm still new to it you know?"

"I get it," he said, "I only knew cause she came to some races."

"It was that serious?" 

"Yeah," he answered, "but kinda short, and I don't know what happened."

I was honestly a bit sad for him and maybe he was getting over her or something, maybe I came on a bit strong or he might still like her.

Lando, I think, noticed my face and said, "Calm down though, I'm sure you didn't do anything."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, "but how's everything on your side?"

I changed the subject to hopefully get my mind off of my crazy ideas and to check on him. As always his comedic relief was great. We spoke for a bit more, and I went to bed. For the first few moments thought about if I should talk to him but eventually, I was led to a Google search about him and Winnie. 

Yes, I was stalking her, looking at pictures of them and reading articles about their relationship. No, I'm not proud of it, but let's be honest, we've all been there. 

I let go of my phone and decide to force myself to sleep, knowing everything I know now, won't change anything, it won't even change the fact that I might've come on a bit strong.

Tomorrow's another day. We move.