The Winner Takes It All

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

When I thought I had just made it out alive, I hear a soft voice call out my name from behind me, I winced.

Can the media just fuck off for five minutes?

I slowly spun around to face who had just called my name, but instead of a herd of interviewers, my eyes met the chocolatey brown's of Mr Hamilton himself. His signature dashing smile plastered on his face.

There was no denying this man was hot. Every part of him from his face to his hands seemed as if it was crafted from the hands of Greek gods. Like his features were little sculptures, all pieced together in a way that it created art in the form of a man. Lewis was art. There was no doubt about it.

"You're Y/N right? The red bull engineer. I saw you this morning, but I didn't get to catch you, media was all over me."

I know someone else who would want to be all- NO SNAP OUT OF IT. BAD THOUGHT. BAD THOUGHT.

I mentally slapped myself and replied to the Brit who was stood smiling in front of me, probably oblivious to the panic he just caused in my pathetic star struck brain.

"I'm Y/N. You must be Lewis? Your the Mercedes driver right?" I joked and he rolled his eyes.

"I've heard the rumours that you are here to take the championship from us this year."

"They aren't rumours love." I said smirking.

"Well may the best team win." He smirked back.

"We'll see." I said coldly. He doesn't get to look that hot and smirk at me so smugly.

"Your British right." He asked.

"No I'm from the North Pole." I said sarcastically.

"You are a funny one you know." He chuckled, "where really?"

"Liverpool born and bred, the definition of a scouser."

"Scouser, so you into The Beatles?"

"More of a Take That fan myself."

"Not even Spice Girls?" he nudged as we watched Christian walk by with Geri at his side.

"Nope, but I do know all the words to 'say you'll be there'."

"I am impressed." He nodded.

"You're from Stevenage right?" I asked and he nodded.

"Ohhh Cliff Richard right?" I mimicked and we both laughed.

"No, surprisingly," he said sarcastically, "I'm into Take that too. Nobody else on repeat in the car."

"No way, everyone I meet hates that album. I have found another weirdo." I chuckled.

"So what brings you to F1 anything interesting?"

"Unfortunately not really, i was a bit of a seb fan when i was little and i wanted to be the person sat on that pit wall talking to him, and here i am."