authors note: rushing this chapter bc i wanna watch the screaming meals and luke browning ep
i woke up and boy was i ready🎤. today was gonna be my official f1 debut and i had my eye on the trophies. all three of them. i want them all. today was gonna be the day i make the greatest comebacks in history, p21 to p1, p2, and p3. maybe p4 and 5 aswell if i feel silly.
i check the time, 7:30am. bright and early. i put on my pre race fit. it contained my lucky galaxy leggings, whip and nae nae shirt, flouro green heelys and ofc, my signature sequin beret. i head downstairs out of my hotel and make my way to the track.
once i arrived at the track i began to make my way towards the redbull garage, wondering if christian was still thug shakin or not. as i walked towards the garage i turned to my left to see the one and only lewis hamilton, hand in hand with that engineer 'alia'. he looked stunning, braids tucked into a ponytail, but with two of them hanging out at the front to replicate slut strands. he was wearing a black mercedes shirt, her with a white mercedes shirt on. his baggy jeans were a light wash shade of blue and his glimmering white teeth were shining, his tattoos visible where the team gear wasnt covering his forearms. alia went up onto her tiptoes so she could reach his ear and whispered something, making him giggle, as he kissed her on the cheek and let go of her hand. as she was leaving, he quickly grabbed her hand, pulled her back and said something in her ear to make her laugh. lewis watched her walk off, never taking his eyes off her, and the smile on his face never leaving.
'heyyyyy stinkkkkk,' i said, making my way over to him. he looked at my face in annoyance, then took in my outfit. i noticed him looking and did a little spin on my heely's.
'like the outfit??' i giggled
'is that a trick question,' he said, still in shock on how fantastic my outfit was.
'what do you mean? you love it dont you??' i asked.
he stood in disbelief for a second on my question.
'girl thats the shittiest outfit ive ever seen in the paddock, and i was here during 2013-2019,' he replied, finally drawing his eyes away from my clothes.
'ouch,'
'i cant even. their worse than charles's quali pants. actually no, thats worse than any outfit charles has ever worn,' he spat, hate and disgust dripping from his tone.
'dont. mention. my. ex. ever. again.' i growled, throwing up my fists to let him know i wasnt gonna back down.
'LMAOOOOOO CHARLES IS YOUR EX??? BAHAHAHAH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭,' he started wheezing as if that was the funniest shit he'd ever heard.
'he ran off with my other bf harry styles,'
'ok girl now what the freak, hes gay and missing??' lewis was dumbfounded
'ja...' i replied
'omg, not that i dont support, i just thought the reason he wasnt here was bc ferrari had really gotten to him this time. no no i fully support, im pro-choice, anti animal cruelty, anti guns, pro gay rights, pro trans rights, pro veganism, pro feminism!! matter of fact, im gonna post an inspirational insta story on this!!' he exclaimed, whipping out his phone, beginning to furiously type away.
i decided to leave him at that and continued my journey towards the garage. not quite sure of what else i was going to stumble across. i didnt encounter much other on my way except for a terrified oscar piastri, cowering in the corner hiding from me, scared i was gonna suck him off.
i felt like i was walking down a haunted house with ghosts and other eerie shit bc first oscar hides from me crying, then i see george russell attached to the ceiling?? tf is he doin up there?? he muttering to himself quietly and trying to tune the rest of the merc garage out, his eyes wide open like the 1000 yard stare. scary shit.
i take in the rest of the garage and notice lewis sitting down on a chair next to a panel with a bunch of important thingies on it. hes laughing and smiling at alia while she stands and arranges and rearranges the bits and bobs, playfully swatting away lewis hands everytime he tries to touch her hands or waist. i watch them giggling and looking at each other, feeling a pang of hurt, this could have been me and one of my 17098 boyfriends ive had so far in this story.
i move closer to listen to their conversation.
'lewis stop it!! your gonna break something,' alia says through fits of laughter
'womp womp bitch its your job to fix it,' lewis replies, his smile dropping.
'oh!' her smile fades as she js looks at him
'...'
'...that was very pro feminism of you babe' alia whispers.
'your right. anyway love you queen your my everything,' lewis grins at her while grabbing her waist to twist her around to face him.
'oh ok i love you too stop playing with me like that tho,' alia's smile reappears as her laughter restarts.
i move back out so i dont have to keep listening. how do they love each other so much?? they just get each other, nothing could come between them except maybe nicki minaj if she wanted to claim lewis back, or bella hadid, or one of the many other supermodels hes dated, shit even the queen could and shes in her grave.
i finally spot the familiar red and blue colours of the redbull garage, and trot on inside. there, max is waiting for me. he waves me over and points at the table where christian was stripping last night and youll never guess... HES STILL THERE??? doin the thug shake over and over.
'all night?' i ask
'yep all night,' max confirms.
'hey guys?' a voice from behind us said. me and max turned around to face the person.
'get ready for the race yeah? change now bc we will put u in cars soon.' they finished.
max nodded and walked into his drivers room.
oh my goodness, this was actually happening.
authors note: how many more chapters am i gonna stall before we actually get to the race omd also mb that this whole chapter was js me n lewis
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