TWENTY SEVEN
Larissa Cohen woke up to feeling someone's arms wrapped tightly around her.
She remembered everything from the night before.
The argument with Pierre and Charles, to drinking with Nico Rosberg, getting drunk with someone else's credit card, being jumped, sleeping with someone.
Her phone vibrated multiple times as she recieved text messages, with the Brazilian checking her notifications to see that multiple people were trying to contact and get a hold of her.
Honey badger:
Yo Lara, I'm outside your place, where are you?
Track star:
LIS ANSWER YOUR DAMN PHONE WOMAN
Estie:
Zahra seems to think that you're in my place, shes at my door, it's like she's a full SWAT team.
Help
Equal Machinery boy:
I still have your handbag
Alexander Hamilton:
Why were you drinking with Rosberg?
Pear:
I'm so sorry
Lord Perceval:
I'm so sorry but please don't be mad at Pierre.
Viking King:
WHERE YOU AT BITCH
Sebby:
Pierre text me, are you okay?
Iceman:
Tell Leclerc to get the fuck away from my door
It's 6am
Fernandinho:
Why is Gasly bombarding me with voicemails crying?
"Hmm."
A deep voice sounded from beside her, as the grip around her waist tightened, their hand slightly grazing her thigh causing goosebumps to lick her skin.
"Morning." Larissa smiled softly at her company, seeing his eyes peel open slowly to smile lazily at her.
"Morning Lis."
George Russell smiled at her, the blue of his eyes sparkling as he stared at her face.
"We gotta get up, I've got half of the fan club wondering where I am." The Brazilian informed the Russell boy as he nodded his head in acknowledgement, pushing his body up so that he could get a shower and get changed in to fresh clothes.
"Can't leave your fan club waiting now, can you?" George smirked, watching as she rolled her dark brown eyes as she failed to hide a smile.
"I'll text you the details of the yacht party so that you, Alex and Lando have time to make up excuses as to why you can't visit your family."
Larissa slipped out of the bed, finding her clothes sprawled all over the floor of the hotel room before she quickly changed back in to them.
She grabbed her phone before making her way to the door, until a hand grabbed at her arm, pulling her back in to the arms of the Russell boy.
George's soft lips pressed against hers for a moment before pulling back, seeing her cheeks tinged pink as his were slowly turning the same color.
"You know where I am if you need to do this again."
George spoke quietly to her as Larissa nodded her head before opening the door and waving back at him before leaving.
"See you later, Georgie."
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LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)
Fiksi PenggemarLarissa Cohen was fighting the legacy of her father, who she witnessed die in a crash at the Italian Grand prix, at Monza, when she was eight years old. She fought for her name, her father, her uncles, for women. But the worst struggle of all, was...
