The Winner Takes it All -MV

Part 9- "We're not friends."

I had to spend a day in Saudi Arabia, I always did this, I tried to do things that were fun so I could put them on my Insta story. I didn't want to do anything too insane, I came out of hospital last night. I decided on going on a walk in the morning to clear my head from everything from yesterday. And I just happened to see Lewis.

"Oh hey, Isabella!" He said, passing by me and stopping.

"Hey! How are you?!" I asked, I had barely talked to Lewis, he seemed so chill though.

"I'm good, you're out of hospital?" He asked, he looked sweaty, he always goes on runs.

"Yeah! I only had minor injuries.." I said as I lifted up my hand to show my broken finger.

"You're friends with Max, right?" He asked.

"No, we're not friends."  I said, Lewis obviously would understand why.

"I see.. I have to finish my run, we can meet somewhere if you want after?" He asked, I knew he was trying to be nice, so I said yes. We agreed to meet where we had just met, Lewis only had to do a circle around me, so I sat on a bench and waited, snapping a picture and putting the time on it: 07:50 a.m. And posted it on my story.

After afew minutes Lewis came jogging up to me.
"Okay, let's go!" He said, "Wait.. where are we going?" He laughed.

"I don't know! Maybe we could take some pictures and just enjoy the day?" I asked, Lewis knew I was tired so he said yes.

I took a 0.5x picture of me and Lewis and posted it, tagging him. "Would you look who I found. 👀💙 @lewishamilton" I knew Max wouldn't be pleased because he and Lewis didn't really like eachother. But it wasn't my problem. Lewis also posted a picture of us on his story tagging me and saying "Enjoying the day with @isabellagrey95 🤟💜"

Me and Lewis spent the day together, talking about the season so far, he was fun to be around with. And I had good excuses if anyone shipped us, the 13 year age gap was a big one.

TUESDAY:

Home, sweet home. I loved Monaco, I loved everything about it. I got to my apartment quickly and immediately went to my fridge. It was around 2 pm and I hadn't eaten lunch because I hated plane food, so I decided I was going to make pasta. It was a slight bit overcooked because I was distracted by my TV, but it was edible. I sat on my sofa and thought about the past few days, everything had been so crazy, it was night that I was back in my apartment, it was quiet here. I posted a picture of my pasta on my story, and chilled for a bit.

Two hours later, I realised I needed to go on a run, around Monaco, it wasn't a big run, so I put on my gym clothes and left my apartment. I took my usual running course and put my headphones in. I enjoyed running, and listening to music, it was peaceful. Peaceful until I saw Max. He walked out of one of the shops I was passing by, his face relaxed when he saw me. I knew I needed to speak to him at some point, but I just wasn't ready. I saw as he began to walk after me so I picked up my pace. Max soon just left me, I knew someone was going to put that on Twitter later and make a massive deal about it, that's what I didn't like about Twitter sometimes, everyone was so dramatic.

RACE WEEK, THURSDAY:

Race week, I wasn't going to be driving, but Christian told me to come into the paddock, he paid for my plane ticket. I was going to be sat in the Redbull garage the whole weekend, I didn't have a problem with it, but I'd have to face Max. Once I got there I said a quick good morning to Christian before immediately going to my driver room. I don't know why it was here, I wouldn't be driving. I scrolled through Twitter to see the latest F1 news, I loved finding stuff out through Twitter because I loved asking people about it later on. "Lewis and Shakira are dating?!" I said to myself under my breath. I screen shotted the tweet and sent it to Lando saying "did you know about this?" He probably did.