REMEMBER THE NAME

2019:31

"Clock strikes upon the hour, and the sun begins to fade" Sophie emerges from Charles bathroom, dressed in one of his white tops that hung loosely to her middle thighs. She had paired it with her messy hair that was now wig free, but the sunglasses were still adorned on her eyes. Just before she had left the bathroom she had grabbed his toothbrush, deciding it was the closest thing to a microphone.

"Still enough time to figure out how to chase my blues away." She sang terribly as she strutted closer to the bed that Charles was still in, only he was now up resting against the headboard, laughing at the blonde in front of him. Although Sophie had many talents - singing definitely wasn't one of them. However, with the alcohol from the mini fridge coursing through her veins and the sleep deprivation kicking in, she clearly didn't have a care, and Charles was loving it. He loved seeing the care free girl emerge, letting lose and dancing as if no one was watching - well, nobody was besides him. She had let him in to her own little world and he was rejoicing in every moment of it.

"I've done alright up to now. It's the light of day that shows me how, and when the night falls, loneliness calls." She dances over to him, eventually getting on the bed and crawling drunkenly over to him. When she reached him she put a leg on either side before sitting on his lap and pointing the toothbrush in his direction.

"I wanna dance with somebody. I wanna feel the heat with somebody." He sings loudly, making her laugh out loud and Charles smile along.

"Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody
With somebody who loves me" they sing together out of tune, almost doubled over in laughter, before Sophie swings her legs around and almost stumbled to the floor, picking herself up and turning to face Charles. Using all of her strength she takes his hands and pulls his out of his bed.

"Oh, I wanna dance with somebody
I wanna feel the heat with somebody" she sings out of tune whilst dancing with him, swinging their arms around as she spins. If anyone had to take a glance at the pair in the moment then they would surely believe that they had lost the plot - but it was only the alcohol talking. Since they had arrived in Charles hotel room, the pair had obliterated the mini fridge, with the miniature bottles having been shotted alongside a few cocktails arriving by room service. The pair were letting loose and having fun by acting their age for once. Despite them being 20 and 21 they had the weight of their careers on their shoulders, with Charles being one of the youngest ever Ferrari drivers, destined to be a WDC, and Sophie being one of the few females to have ever broken in to F1, they had an undeniable pressure from their families, teams, and most importantly themselves.

But for one night they were acting normal, sneaking around, getting drunk and having a laugh. It was going to be a moment that they would forever cherish if they could still remember it the next day.

A knock at his door silences their horrible singing instantly, with both of their eyes going wide - they hadn't ordered room service.

"Hide, hide, hide." Charles frantically whispers, grabbing Sophie and helping guide her in to the bathroom since she was too drunk to even walk in a straight line. In panic, Sophie stumbles her way in to the bathroom before placing a finger over her lips like a child would do in order to remind herself not to speak.

As Charles reaches the door he runs a hand through his hair to try and tame it, straightening out his scrunched up shorts before opening the door.

"Hey man." Charles slurs his words, awkwardly leaning on the side of the door, accidentally pushing it open more making him trip but thankfully collecting himself.