I can't .

~6~

POV y/n: 

I stand next to my father and watch the screens with him, I hear him say something to Lewis but I don't catch at all what he is doing. Since last night, all I can think about is Carlos. His soft lips on mine, the warmth of his body, his hair that always seems to sit perfectly. I startle out of my thoughts when I see the pit crew getting up with a lot of noise, I hear my father yelling that it's all taking too long and I only now realize that George is getting a tire change. "y/n can you pay attention!" I am handed a pen and notepad by my father, quickly I grab it and start writing down everything he says to me. Something I always have to do for him when he has something on his mind that needs to be discussed after the race.

When all the cars are brought in after the race I lean against the opening of Lewis' box and watch all the other boxes. I see Carlos get out of his car and take off his helmet, he quickly runs a hand through his hair, I sigh as I watch him do this and try not to start smiling. "What are you looking at?" It is Lewis who has come to stand next to me. "The cars." I lie to him. "Don't lie, I know exactly what you are looking at, I don't understand what you like about him so much." "Neither do you need to know." I say teasingly back to him. "George and I want to go into town tonight, have dinner somewhere and then see if there's anything else going on around here, I wanted to ask if you felt like going with us, at least if you're not too busy." "Don't be like that Lewis, sure I have time for you guys." I see Carlos looking our way, his eyes burning on my body but I don't dare look back, I don't feel like arguing with my father again. "I'll pick you up at 7."

POV Carlos: 

I see her eyes glide over the pit lane, I get out of my car and take off my helmet, quickly I adjust my hair by running my hand through it, I try not to pay attention to the Mercedes boxes but this does not go well for me, when I see Lewis appear next to her I get a bad feeling. I watch them for a while, I don't like the way Lewis always finds an excuse to touch her. It's none of my business but still I feel something of jealousy. "I'll pick you up at 7." Do I hear Lewis say to her. Too bad I had actually hoped I could have seen her tonight, I hurry to my dressing room, the first thing I do is grab my cell phone, she would send me a message after the race. When I open my Whatsapp I see she is online, for a moment I keep looking at my screen and see her typing. She tells me that tonight she and Lewis and George are going to have dinner somewhere and then explore the city to see what there is to do. I ask her if I can see her before she goes tonight, she says that will be difficult with everyone still around here. 'Come to the stage when everyone is gone.' That's the last thing I send to her before changing.

I sit in the greenroom waiting after the stage ceremony is over, I am curious to see if she will come, with her father you never know, I sit and wait for about 10 minutes until I hear footsteps. "Carlos?" I hear a voice say softly. I see her walking up in the Mercedes outfit. I extend my hand to her as she approaches, she takes it and immediately pulls her close to me, I hear her breathing change, she smiles at me, softly I press a kiss to her lips. "Why do you have to go with Lewis?" "If we don't want any whining then sometimes I will have to be seen with Lewis and George too." She is right but I would rather not see her with them, preferring to have her to myself for a whole evening. "Do you really have to go with them?" "Yes Carlos, Lewis is already watching me." "Why?" "No idea, but I also have to leave now or I won't be ready in time." She gives me a quick kiss and frees herself from my arms and I watch her walk away, slightly defeated I remain seated for a while.

POV y/n:

As I walk toward my room I run into my father. "So you're in a hurry, do you have somewhere to go?" He asks sternly. "I'm going out to dinner with Lewis and George, or do I need your permission for that too these days?" I ask fiercely. "Don't talk to me like that!" "Dad I'm not a little kid anymore." "I don't care! You don't have to talk to me in that sort of tone." "You shouldn't be so worried, you wanted me to stay around them anyway." "Nevermind, I'll talk to you tomorrow, just go." Sometimes I don't understand what's bothering him, I try to think about it as little as possible and go get ready for the evening.

The restaurant we went to was very fancy, I had a great time. We are on our way to a club nearby it is still early and we want to have some fun. When we arrive at the club we run into Pierre and Esteban, it hasn't passed the media either after being inside for a few minutes that we are here. Lewis and George have been revolving around me all evening. "George please I'm okay, why are you guys so on my ass all night, don't tell me my dad has something to do with this again." "Then I won't say that." "Seriously?" "What's going on." Lewis asks as he returns with the drinks. "Did you know about this, too?" "What do I need to know?" "Toto." Says George to him and Lewis shakes his head. "No I didn't speak to Toto after the race." "I ran into him on the way to my room." Says George and he tells me what my father said. "Don't worry so much y/n, otherwise come join me for a dance." Lewis grabs my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor with him, for a moment I forget that I am angry and have fun with Lewis.

After dancing for a while I feel Lewis' arm come around my waist, I don't look for any weird meaning behind this since he does this often, we are best friends after all. "I Really like you y/n." "I know that Lewis. You're my best friend for a reason." Lewis pulls me against him in a hug, without thinking anything of it I give him a hug back, I get a kiss on my cheek and then suddenly notice the flashes of the cameras. "That's going to be a good story." I suddenly hear George say next to us. "Wait, good story? No, no, no, there's nothing to report here George. You know he's my best friend, nothing more, nothing less." "I know that but go tell that to the press." "Oh no." I say with a sigh.