LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

THREE

THREE

"I feel like I've been hit by a train."

Zahra Bailey sipped desperately at her double espresso, sunglasses covering her eyes as she sat in Toro Rosso's hospitality.  

"You look like you've been hit by a train." Larissa teased her best friend as she sat opposite her. She had a meeting in a couple of hours and had dragged Zahra out of bed to join her at the garage of her new team in preparations for the Australian grand prix.

"Thank you for your kind words, best friend of mine." Zahra rolled her eyes before she immediately winced from the pain of the action.

"Do you even remember meeting Valterri?" Larissa questioned, seeing her best friend's head shoot up from where it was resting in her arms.

"Excuse me, what?" Zahra's mouth dropped wide open. She definitely did not remember it at all.

"He was looking after you, even when you were a drunken mess." Larissa couldn't help but smile. Zahra had met her favorite driver, but couldn't remember it because of the drinks that she had for a confidence boost that had wiped her out completely.

"Oh my god, I want to run, hide and then die alone so I never have to face him again."

The Brazilian shook her head as she laughed. "You shouldn't have booked tickets for all of my races then."

"I'm regretting wanting to be your supportive bestie already." Zahra groaned, allowing her head to fall on to the table that they were sitting at, causing a loud bang to echo throughout the room.

"Merde!"

Pierre Gasly took a seat beside his new teammate, having almost dropped his coffee due to her best friend making him jump. He too looked rather rough, and he seemed to wince and squint at the bright lights.

"I am never drinking again. I can't believe I have to train later." Pierre whined, frowning when he heard quiet giggle from beside him.

"We all know you'll drink again, and you'll get way too drunk again." Larissa rolled her eyes. She was thankful for her high alcohol tolerance, since she was the only one who didn't have a hangover.

"Nope. Not happening." Pierre groaned, closing his eyes to hopefully end his suffering.

"If you're anything like Lis, you'll drink your own body weight in alcohol." Zahra grumbled from where her face was squished into the table.

"Your savior is here!" A loud voice boomed through the Toro Rosso garage causing both victims of a hangover to groan at the loud noise.

"Estie!" Larissa shot up from seat, sending it clattering to the ground, to run to her old friend from karting.

"Hey, Lar, how are the zombies doing?" Esteban Ocon smiled, handing the Brazilian a brown paper bag, which was full of baked goods from a small bakery near his hotel.

"About to eat your brains." Zahra muttered, using Pierre's arm as a pillow.

"Rawr." Pierre added on as he tried to go back to sleep.

"They're... breathing." Larissa laughed, leaning against her old friend as they watched the two hungover people try to sleep, using each other as their pillows.

"You've got a meeting later, right?" Esteban asked. Larissa nodded her head. "Come to our garage, Checo wants to meet you."

"I said I would go and see Lewis, then Kimi and then I'll probably be hiding from Daniel." Larissa admitted.