Somewhere Only We Know - Lance Stroll

𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮

𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚟

Maya is sleeping in the seat in front of me. She's absolutely beautiful, even sleeping she carries her beauty.

And heavens, I regretted saying what I said in the heat of the moment. I hadn't meant it for a second, the moment the words left my lips I had regretted them already. Even more when she didn't yell back at me, but just walked through the door.

I was frustrated, better to say I was annoyed. I wanted the other drivers to like her, but when Charles and Pierre called me to rant about their dissatisfied experience with her, I was frustrated. The more when she didn't want to apologize for her own behavior.

But in the end, I should've defended her, and I didn't. So that's on me. And then I went to her room, and I made another stupid comment, bad habit. I suck at apologising, my Dad always told me that apologising was for the weak – "The Stroll family doesn't apologise, people just need to deal with it."

I tried anyways, but I wanted her to apologize too. I wanted her to admit she shouldn't have insulted Charles and Pierre.

But the more we fought, the more I realized I should've defended her, that I should've at least listened to her side of the story. And I failed to do that.

But I wasn't going to do that again, I am going to be there for her from now on. I want to be there for her, even though we haven't spoken about our feelings towards anymore, I am sure that my feelings are valid, and that there is something more between us.

I close my eyes, and think back about last week, when we called and we both couldn't remember anything about it the next morning, God I had hoped I didn't make a fool of myself. The week before it, when I was already in Singapore and she went on her little book tour, we only texted from time to time, but the time difference made it very hard. If it were up to be, I'd text her day & night.

Now, all I could hope for was that Maya was able to forgive me for my words.

With a rough thud, we land at Montreal's airport. I startled awake, only to see Maya's eyes fixated on me.

"You're staring," I mumble, softly rubbing my eyes. "Even when you're mad at me, you can't keep your eyes off me."

"Are you sure your helmet is gonna fit next race?" She asks, the bitterness still in her voice and one of her eyebrows raised in question. "Because your head is getting too big."

I roll my eyes playfully, and chuckle, "My head's getting to big because it's consumed with thoughts of you."

"Oh, shut up," Maya stands up, and I see the silver pendant still shimmering around her neck. She didn't take it off. "Do I need to call an Uber for myself?"

"No, of course not," I say, standing up too. "I will obviously bring you home."

"Alright, thank you," She grabs her bag from the cabinet and start moving towards the front of the plane without looking back at me. She is pissed, but she is still wearing the necklace.