"Sadie it's just a little further to our terminal." Lewis shouts trailing both of our suitcases behind him. Out of all 10 terminals Mercedes' has to pick the furthest for god same.
I groan as if I'm the one carrying the bags. It's about 11pm at night here and I just want to sleep. After the race I didn't hesitate to run off of the track. I didn't want to face the media, the drivers, anyone. Especially the duo Lando and Charles themselves. I now just needed things to die down and have a normal 2 weeks off.
Ah. Finally. Our terminals. There's a big 10 sign above on the ceiling. We don't necessarily have to put our bags onto that conveyer belt thing. We have our own plane. Just like how Ferrari and McLaren do, plus me and Hamilton live near each other.
I walk through to our terminal and the lounge part. Our flight isn't due for another 40 minutes so I sat down on sofa facing the outside of terminal 9. I scroll on my phone watching all F1 drivers stories, they all congratulate Leclerc on his win as they go back home to their families. I click off as soon as I see Lando's story. Putting my phone down. But I lock eyes with the other part of the duo. Who's got his Louis Vuitton suitcase being pulled behind him. He's in an all grey tracksuit with air pods in. As soon as he sees me he stops dead. His team not taking any notice and continuing into terminal 9. He may seem far away but it's like he's standing right over me. He then does something that makes me forget the new side of him entirely.
He turns around and walks off. Not giving me another look.
It's like I've just taken a stake to the heart. That hurt. A lot. But why would I care? He has no interest in me. The other day was a one off, he didn't truly care. Or he'd have messaged me by now, or even tried to talk to me. I shake my head and laugh, I have to laugh or I'll cry.
"Come Sayd, planes come early."
"Coming Louis." I reply as I get up and walk towards him. He must've seen the scene between me and Leclerc as he put his arm around me, holding me into his side. He gives my left arm a squeeze of reassurance to let me know it's okay. I look up at him a small smile plastered on my face.
"Right take me the fuck home!"
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FanfictionThe man that I thought I hated. Was now holding my waist and I was sat before him in a quite compromising position. "You know Lando can't give you what I can." He says quietly but loud enough for me to hear. Butterflies, for the third time tonight...
