The Shakedown (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Explanation

Y/n point of view

Fuck that intro. My brain is dead. I wish I drank more water, and I wish I didn't go beyond my control. My head was pounding all that stuff that sucks, but I woke up because I felt something lick my face.

I open my eyes to see Roscoe, so I greet him, "Hi buddy, how are you?"

Then it clicked. ROSCOE?!

I quickly got up wide-eyed, scanned the room and realised I was at Lewis' house, in his room. Did I call him last night? Was he there? What is going on?

I look around once more and see a little note.

Good morning, Ange and I went for a run,
Take some aspirin and rest all you need.
-Lew

The cutest. I took the aspirin and decided to take a shower. I might as well look presentable for when I hear about whatever embarrassment I put myself through last night. When I got out, I noticed that he had set aside an oversized T-shirt and shorts for me, so I put them right on.

As much as I was exhausted, I could not fall back asleep. I was filled with mixed emotions of the excitement of seeing Lewis again and the nerves of how I got here.

I heard the main door open, and I shot up from the bed, which caused my phone to drop under the bed. I quickly got down and searched for it when the bedroom opened.

"Well, this is deja vu," He said.

A peaked over the bed and said, "with a hangover and everything."

"We have to stop meeting like this," He said, and we both shared a laugh, "what are you looking for?"

"My phone," I answered, and he got down to help me look for it.

"Here is it", he claimed and handed me the phone.

"Thank you," I said.

"My pleasure," he said and started to walk towards the bathroom, "how'd you sleep?"

"I slept okay, thank you," I replied, "you?"

"I did too, thanks," he answered.

"Lewis?" I called him from the bathroom.

"Yes?" He answered, coming towards the bathroom door shirtless, with his body glistening with sweat. How did he expect me to focus like this?

"Hmm," I paused and looked away to get my thoughts straight with my head still hurting, "how did I get here?"

He giggled and replied, "let me take a shower first, and we'll eat; you must be starving.

And he walked into the bathroom again but this time closed the door behind him and started to shower. What type of torture is this? Suspense on top of me feeling like absolute shit; what is going on? I must've done something terrible last night.

I looked through my phone, inspecting if I might have called or texted him. Nothing. What was happening?

*knock knock*

I went over to open the bedroom door; it was Angela and said, "Hello darling, glad to see you alive."

Alive?! What the fuck? Was I dead?

"Yeah," I said with a nervous giggle.

"But anyways, breakfast is set up outside for you both," she said.

"Wait, Ange," I whisper yelled, "How did I get here?!"

"You guys haven't talked yet?" she asked, confused.

"He didn't answer me," I responded, "he said he wanted to shower first."

She giggled and said, "he'll explain; for now, let me take you to the table so you can eat something."

Being this tired, I gave up and just went to the table; I was starving. She walked me to a well-set table with a full breakfast; this is what I needed with a gorgeous view of the garden to match on a bright day.

I started eating, and soon after, he joined me, making the most casual conversation. I don't know if he was doing this to mess with me or scare me, but he was succeeding at both.

"But the season just started, so I'll have time to recover," he said, then took a sip of tea.

"Can you just please answer my question?" I asked, "please."

"Not yet," he said.

"What type of torture is this?" I asked.

"The type you deserve after you broke up with me," he declared.

I turned red and became flustered; I didn't know what to say.

"Stop torturing the poor girl and tell her!" Angela yelled from inside.

"Alright, I will," he replied to her, "Last night, you didn't feel so well at the party; you called Lando, and he brought you here cause he didn't want to leave you home alone, and he still had an event to be in so he couldn't take you to his so he brought you here. And no, you didn't do anything embarrassing when you got here."

I was relieved to get an answer, to know that I didn't do something stupid in front of him. But I still felt terrible because, for the first time, I felt his pain from the breakup. I was always selfishly thinking about how I felt that I didn't know much about his feelings; I hurt him, and I deserved the comment he made.

"I'm sorry, Lewis," I told him, "for everything; I hope that one day you can forgive me and that you give me the chance to explain myself maybe. But for now, I'll call Jay and get out of your hair."

I stood up to get my phone, and he said, "Angela told me everything."

I turned back and asked, "what exactly?"

"Everything," he said as he stood up and walked towards me, "the call with Brad, the reason why you did what you did."

"Sorry!" Angela yelled from the inside. It seems like we can never have private conversations.

"And you're not going anywhere till we talk this over," he said to me.