Driver X Driver one shots

[m]Drunken love: Sebastian Vettel X Lewis Hamilton

TW: alcohol addiction and self harm
"Lewis, can you please stop drinking?? I'm trying to make a conversation with you."

"Sebastian, I do whatever the fuck I want." Seb looks at him with watery eyes.

"This isn't the man I married... Where are you Lewis? My Lew, my sober Lew." He lets out a sob but Lewis doesn't seem to care. He continues sipping from his vodka bottle in his hand.

"Papa? Why is daddy screaming?" Sebastian hears the voice of their oldest son. He shots a last angry look at his husband who doesn't even look at him. He stands up and walks to his son.

"Daddy is a bit angry, come on, we're going back to bed." He picks up the little boy and takes him back upstairs. He opens the door of his room and lays him back in bed. But he already fell asleep on his shoulder. He lays the blanket over the little body of the 3-years old boy and tucks it in.

"I don't know it either, Ryan... It doesn't feel right anymore. Everyday we fight, everyday he drinks more. He never cares anymore, he doesn't care about his own children, his own family. Maybe we should leave it. Leave him. I'll think about it." He wisperes softly. He kisses the little forehead and then walks out of the room.

He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and then undress to lay in bed. He opens his phone and starts flicking trough old photo's from him and Lewis.
Back when they were still happy.
Back when Lewis didn't drink.
Back when he still felt loved.
Back when they were a joyfull family.

Shaking his head, he lays his phone on the nightstand. He tries to sleep, but just like all the other nights, it won't work. He misses the warmth around him. The strong man laying behind him, protecting him. He was thinking a lot.

This has been going on for almost a year now, it started innocent. One beer a day was normal for the German, but the Brit started to do 3 a day more often. Which got 5, 8, 13, 17 and eventualy more strong alcohol joined.

Lewis wasn't himself anymore. This isn't the man Sebastian loved. Maybe it is better to leave. He can take the kids to his parents and stay there for a while, maybe he'll sober up or maybe he trew away his chance. He gets his phone again and opens the chat with his father.

Hey papa, is it okay if I stay over some days with the kids? I have to figure some things out in my head.

Ofcourse Seb! You can stay as long as you want! When will you arrive?

Thank you dad, tomorrow between 10 and 11, is that okay?

Ofcourse that's okay, son. We'll see you tomorrow, goodnight!

Goodnight, dad!

He closes his phone again and starts packing some clothes for himself, tomorrow morning he'll get stuff for the kids. At 23.16, he finishes packing and tries to sleep again.

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At 06.30 the alarm goes off. Sebastian was already awake, Lewis didn't come to bed all night. Seb gets out and grabs his bag, he first waked up Lila, their 5 years old daughter.

They get a bag ready for her too and Sebastian gives her his phone to watch some videos. He then goes to Ryan, does the same and he goes to sit with his sister. Then he walks to the other room and tries not to wake little Alan, just some older than 1 year.