The Winner Takes It All

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We arrived at the airport and made out way through all the security crap. i only discovered that Christian had multiple bottles in his bag when we got to just outside security and he chucked one at me to drink.

"Otherwise it's a waste." He protested so i drank a few sips then chucked it in a bin before he noticed, the man was too drunk to notice anyways.

After an hour or two, Max and Checo arrived along with a bunch of our mechanics. We was in a seperate waiting room to the public, to prevent mass media incidents, mainly caused by still drunk or hungover employees. There were a few other teams in this warehouse sized room, McLaren, Mercedes and Ferrari the most common.

Christian had disappeared by the time everyone else arrived, probably to hide his state or just the fact he didn't want to talk to people. Either way, he left for his own jet and left us all on your average flight.

"What did Christian talk to you about?" Max, who was much more sober now, asked.

"Nothing interesting, just some work things and a little chat about how i felt our testing went." I replied

"God will that man stop working for 5 minutes." Max rolled his eyes.

More like, will that man stop drinking for 5 minutes.

"Well its Christian what do you expect?" I shrugged, "what flight have you been shoved on then."

"The 4pm one i think, Checo is safely looking after our tickets as I'm not trusted of course."

"Thats common sense, I'm earlier it seems. Oh well."

"Shame, was going to throw a party on board, you'll just have to miss out."

"Max you have drank enough already, please don't." I said sternly.

Half an hour later i got called to boarding, once again we get early boarding to avoid the public, i personally don't see the issue but some fans are crazy these days. I was told that this was a one off after last night, I just cant deal with being confined to one room. Once i had got on the plane i did the standard search for the seat, and as my luck, someone in a black hoodie, with the hood up, was sat in the aisle seat next to mine so i would have to ask them to move, wonderful.

"I'm so sorry could i just- Stevey?" I stopped as i saw Lewis look up at me.

"Hey Scousey, guessing you are my company for today?" He smiled.

I love that sweet smile, like a child in a sweet shop is the only way to describe it. Always grinning ear to ear, eyes and nose scrunched slightly. Oh and his dimples, perfect dimples that are just adorable.

"Yep, it seems. Lucky you." I grinned back.

Looking behind me i saw more people heading this way and looked back to Lewis, "I better get in before i get trampled by depressed holidayers." I said, but he didn't move, i nudged his knee but still no response, "Stevey move please, I'm begging. I cant deal with conflicts right now."

"You are going to have to climb over." He smirked.

Forget what i said about that smile, the way he smirks is twenty times better.

"Are you serious?" I said.

"Deadly." He grinned.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I began to climb across his lap in the extremely confined space. It was inevitable i was going to get stuck somewhere, or fall. I just didn't expect it to be when i was sitting across his lap.

My shoe had got caught on the arm of the chair and I attempted to unhook it free. After a few kicks it was still stuck so i lent over to unhook it by hand. It was when i reached to do that, that i felt a slight bulge under me.