Flowers || Lando Norris || Mick Schumacher

7. Hungover

I wake up with a pounding headache, my whole body feels limp. My back is pressed up against Lando's chest, his strong arm is wrapped firmly around my stomach to keep me in place. His slow breathing tickles my ear "Morning." I groan lightly shaking his arm, His breathing hitches as he slowly wakes up. "oh sorry." He whispers under his breath, quickly removing his arm from me.

"What the fuck happened last night" Lando whines turning over to lie on his stomach. I turn to face him, his hairs messy with loose curls falling onto his face. "I feel like shit" He moans shoving his face into my pillow. "Me too." I sigh "Good night though, right?" He turns his head to the side, his cheek remaining squished against the pillow "Definitely, thanks for letting me stay. God knows what would've happened if i'd tried to go home." He gives me a weak smile before closing his eyes again. "You know you're welcome anytime." I move his hair out of his eyes, noticing the dark bags around them "Looks like you need a bit more sleep before facing the day, I'll wake you in an hour?" I suggest. "Mhm." he grumbles quickly slipping back into a deep sleep. I reach over to grab my phone desperately in need of pain killers.

Schumi

Mick
Mick
Mickkk

Morning Alli

How're you feeling?

Not too bad, I didn't drink too
much.. Why what's up?

Do we have any paracetamol ? :(

Downstairs I think, you feeling rough?

I have never felt so hungover in my life

I'll sneak into the kitchen and grab
you some 😊

Sneak?

Charles and Carlos are knocked
out on the living room floor

Oh god
Could you bring two paracetamols?
Don't ask, i'll explain later

Sure <3

A few minutes later I hear a quiet knock before a half dressed Mick slips through the door. His hair is scruffy and dark bags are present under his eyes, a white shirt hangs open revealing his chest, overall he doesn't look too bad which i'm sure is better than whatever I look like right now.  "You're the best." I whisper taking the glass of water and paracetamol from his hand quickly swallowing the pill. He places the second pain killer on the side table next to me before sitting beside me.

"Is that Lando?" He glances over his shoulder "You should've seen him, he was so drunk I couldn't send him home." He shakes his head turning back to me "Just wait until you hear about Charles and Carlos" he chuckles quietly.

I watch Mick rake through my side table pulling out a packet of makeup wipes "Wanna come to my room so we don't wake him up?" I nod in reply. We sneak through my bedroom and across the hall to Mick's room.

Mick flops down on his bed scooting up so his backs against his headboard, he pats the space next to him signalling me to join him which I gladly do. He grabs a wipe from the packet, his hand gently cups my face holding it in place as he begins to softly wipe last nights makeup off. "Come closer you're making this difficult." He jokes "I'm practically on top of you Mickie, maybe you're just not good at this." I smirk in response.