The Winner Takes It All

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Shit.

Lewis.

Are my eyes puffy? I probably look like a rat from the way i was crying, lewis probably looks gorgeous. I can smell the sweet champagne smell from here, mixed with some sweat but it was masked. That man could never smell bad, I'm sure its illegal.

"Its just turned a bit chilly, I'm on my way out anyways so it isn't that bad." I said quietly turning round, smiling.

"Who the hell died for you to be crying like that?" He said and pulled me into a hug, "come inside my motorhome, you need a cuppa Scousey."

" I probably look like a rat don't i?" I said as I followed him towards the team motorhome.

"Not at all. You look beautiful as always, just a tad..." he paused, trying not to say it, "ye you look a little like a rat at the minute, but a good rat, rats are cute." He said trying to backtrack.

"I get what you mean." I chuckled as we reached his home on wheels.

He tapped the pin into the door and held it open for me to enter.

"Welcome to my humble abode. Not much but enough to keep me going I guess." He shrugged.

"This is probably worth more than my entire flat so don't say that." I chuckled glancing round at the fancy interior.

It was certainly more expensive than my flat.

A dog came toddling out of a room and over to me. I crouched down to pet him and he snuggled closer.

"Oh you've met Roscoe then." Lewis smiled as Roscoe licked my face.

"He's adorable." I laughed wiping the slobber away.

"Certainly is, a big softie too. Aren't you roscoe?" He patted his back before walking over towards a kettle on the side, "What tea do you want?"

"There is choices?" I puzzled.

Lewis pulled open a draw and there was a selection of teabags of different types and flavours. Some I've never even heard of before. They were in those little packets that you normally get in the hotel rooms, however these were proper twinnings unlike the typhoo tea i had to endure earlier.

"Why is there so many?" I asked picking out just a normal English breakfast teabag from the mix.

"Well Valtteri is a coffee person so only likes black tea, Bono prefers that one, Toto has gotten into green tea at the minute, don't question, and the rest i don't really know." He shrugged.

In other words Angela probably stocks it up for him and he doesn't even know half of them like me.

"So what happened with Max?" He said pouring the hot water from the kettle.

"Well he was trying to put the blame of the race on me and i kind of-"

"Agh shit." Lewis said as hot water hit his hand.

Instinctively, i grabbed his hand and pulled it towards the sink next to me and turned the cold tap on. He glanced at me and smiled, i could see it in my peripheral, as i was still focused on running his hand.

"Why are you smiling? You just scolded your bloody hand." I said turning his hand slightly to get all the scold.

"Nothing. Just you didn't even think about that did you?" He said and i turned to look at him, our eyes locking for a moment before i turned away.

"I guess not. Instinct i guess. I live with Max." I sighed, "That should do it."

I turned the tap off and lewis pulled his hand back towards himself, lightly tapping the scolded bit with his finger, wincing when it hurt. He looked up at me and smiled again. Idiot.