She's back ~ L. Hamilton

12 . | New York

Daniel fucking Ricciardo.

I should have never let him talk me into attending the Met Gala, or even stepping foot in New York in the first place.

He is the reason I'm leaving the airport at six o'clock in the morning. The air was full of the sound of cars and thousands of people walking from somewhere stupid to somewhere stupider, the effect that only New York can have.

The skyline stretched out before me, with its skyscrapers reaching towards the heavens. A horrid smell of sweat reached my nose, mixed with a faint smell of hotdogs.

"Del, let's go" Daniel called

I made my way towards the sleek black car that Daniel was leaning his head out of, climbing into the passenger side, keeping my head down and my sunglasses firmly on my face so I wouldn't be recognised.

"I love New York" Daniel spoke excitedly beside me

"What's not to love, the rats the size of my purse are a real fan favourite from what I've heard"

A minute later and we were driving through New York, heading towards the Ritz hotel where we would be staying for our duration here.

"Got your dress sorted out?" Daniel asked

"Mostly, I'm still messaging back and forth with the tailor making some slight alterations, I just wish you'd asked me sooner so I could have had more time to prepare"

"The theme is Karl Lagerfeld, just wear a black dress and your job is done"

"When have I ever taken the easy option when it comes to fashion?"

"Amen sista"

"Please remember the fact your Australian, not American"

"When in Rome"

"We're in New York" I spoke

****

"Del look at this!" Daniel yelled as we stepped into our hotel room. The room was bigger than most peoples houses, with my name making more headlines than ever before, they quickly bumped us up to the penthouse.

"Here's your bags ma'am" a man said, as him and a few others set our bags down by the door.

"I was told there's a tennis court here, for me to practice on while here?" I asked

"Yes ma'am, we have four tennis courts on the top floor, we've reserved one for only you for your entire duration here, only you can enter it, open 24 hours a day"

"Thank you" I nodded, he nodded back with a smile before closing the door behind him as he left.

"So" Daniel says, drawing out the O, it wasn't until I turned around that I saw him leaning his chin on his knuckles and looking at me with a smile that only Daniel Ricciardo can give

"Oh god" I huffed, rolling my eyes "what do you want now"

"I was just wondering"

"Here we go"

"If" he spoke drawing out the F again "would you have any plans for the next few days"

"Yes, training and then my training will get rudely interrupted by the met gala I somehow let you convince me into agreeing to attend"

"Delaney"

"Yes?" I said, he raised his eye brows and then it clicked what he was hinting at