Broken - Carlos Sainz

3

After I talked with Carlos I didn't actualy felt like going out. Only the guys kept on asking and telling that it would be good for me. Well I will probably end up pretty wasted and will regret it tomorrow morning even more.

But here I am, in an uber to the club together with Pierre, Charles and Max. I told them about the conversation I shared with Carlos.

"So that's why he had bloodshot eyes during the meeting." Charles says as he glances over. He seems amused with the fact we talked, especialy with the fact that I didn't got into a fight.
"Do you think you could be friends again?" Charles asks as Max turns around in the frontseat to see my facial expression when Charles asks it. I swallow the lump in my throat away and nod lightly. "I guess, I believe that what happend affected him even more. I wish I could have been there for him. But instead I ignored him and wanted to kick his ass."

All three guys nod and Charles lays his hand down onto my upperleg and softly squeezes it to show that it is allright. "I am sure he forgave you." He assures me which is making me smile a little. "He is even joining us tonight." Pierre adds as he reads the message what Carlos has send in their groupschat.

The music is loud, the beer tastes aweful, the lights are terrible. This will be a wild night.

I am on the dancefloor moving along with the music together with Heidi and Kelly. They went there together, that's why Max drove with us.

"Girl you have to join us more often!" Heidi yells over the music. I laugh and shrug, "I might! I like to hang out with you guys!" I yell as well.

Pierre makes his way over to us and hands us new drinks. I've already had to much, my head feels light, my legs are slightly wobbly but I also feel pretty amazing. "Thankyou!" We cheers together and all take a gulp. Out of the blue the heat is rising to my head. I really need fresh air.

"I am outside!" I say pointing to the terrace. I sit down onto a couch and set my drink down next to me.

I am covered in goosebumbs, it's actualy quite cold outside but still nicer as inside the club. "Here take this." A warm voice says as I get a jacket draped around my shoulders. "It's to cold to sit here like that." He adds. I look up to see who it is, I do recognise his voice but the process in my head takes forever to link the voice to who it is.

I smile when I see the gorgeous hazel coloured eyes including a small sparkle. "Thanks." I mumble as I pick my glass back up. The moment I pick it up, he takes it out of my hands. "You've had enough alcohol."

He sits down next to me and chuckles. The state I am in at the moment must be quite funny. If it would be someone else I would have laughed as well. But it's me. I will for sure have a major hangover tomorrow.

"We should get you back to the hotel." I slowly nod and blink a couple times. Everytime when I have this amount of alcohol and I sit down to cool down, sleep always kicks in. Carlos chuckles again and shakes his head.

"Come, I will tell the guys we're leaving." I nod and stay in my seat umtil he comes back.

I get up, I am so glad I decided to wear my docs instead of heels. Heels would have been a big mistake.

"Don't puke in the Ferrari." I nod again, not really in the mood to talk. I only want to sleep and get in a comfy bed.
He guides me towards his car and opens the door. I get in and close the seatbelt. "Did you drink?" I ask as I lay my head against the window and close my eyes.

Everyone knows I hate it when someone drives and has had alcohol. Even when it is just a glass. You just don't drink and drive. There have been way to many accidents where the drunk driver always has nothing and the other is injured pretty badly. I really don't get it why you would get behind the wheel when you drink.

"No, I stayed sober the whole night." That is the last thing I hear before I drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes when I notice I am moving. I slowly look around and notice someone is carrying me. The smell I recognise out of a thousand different scents. This is Chanel, Bleu De Chanel to be specific. I bought this exact perfume for Tory every Christmas. I love this scent for a man. A man has to smell good. This smells perfect. This smells like home. I place my chin back onto his shoulder and close my eyes again. I have no clue where I am, but I feel safe. I don't even think I would be able to feel more safe than this.

I wake up again when this person lays me down onto a bed and takes the jacket and my shoes off. He puts the blanket over me, so I wont get cold.
I rub my eyes and yawn "Where am I?"

Carlos chuckles and places a waterbottle onto the nightstand along with two paracetamol. "I wanted to bring you to your hotel. But you fell asleep. So you are now in my room. I hope that isn't a problem?" He asks sweetly. He really tries to make me feel comfortable around him. To be honest, I do feel safe and comfortable. I shake my head and cuddle more into the blanket while he goes into the bathroom to change.

"You can wear one of my shirts if you would like?" He asks as he opens the door. My eyes roam around, to discover all the aspects I never saw before. He is still wearing shorts and a shirt, but still..
I nod and sit up as he hands me the shirt.

When I get back into the bedroom, I raise my eyebrows. Carlos is laying onto the couch with a tiny blanket over him. "We have slept in the same bed before, please don't kill your back for me. It needs to stay alive a bit longer than just today. Or I will take the couch or we share the bed." There is only a small light, which is coming from outside. But it is enough to meet his eyes.

"I wont approve you sleeping on the couch. Your brother could kill me for that." He chuckles which is making me slightly smile. The thought of my brother getting mad at Carlos because of this would be accurate. I know what he would say and do to make him 'suffer' a little.

"So the bed it is." We both agree and get comfy underneath the covers.