faking it

what is going on

That stupid alarm, I swear to god he must of put it on a different setting. I roll over, into his arms. He smells different, I open my eyes. WHAT THE FUCK. PIERRE? My hand flys to my mouth. I gently get out of the bed and race around the room to my phone. I rush out of the apartment and dial Lando's number.

"MABEL? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" He shouts down the phone. "Lando I don't know I'm scared" I say a tear strolling down my cheek. "Babe. Send me the address. Now." He says before ending the call. I quickly send him the dress. I hear Pierre calling from reception of the apartment block. "MABEL? WHERE ARE YOU?" He shouts. I hide round the side. Waiting for him to leave. He doesn't for ages. That's when I see Lando's car pull up. He can't see me so he gets out. "PIERRE? What have you done with her" he shouts pushing him. "You tell me Lando. She just ran off this morning, I haven't seen her since" Pierre says shaking his head. I step out from behind the wall and they both turn to look at me. "You spent the night with fucking Pierre Gasly" Lando says infuriated.

"You called HIM?" Pierre asks angry as well. "Lando I'm really sorry" I say walking closer to him. "You will be." He says scanning my eyes. "So that's it? We're over?" Pierre asks pulling my hand towards him. Lando shoves him to the floor, "HOW MANY TIMES. GET OFF MY GIRL" he shouts in his face. "Lands please" I say holding onto his arm. He pulls me to the car and I get inside slightly nervously. He goes round to the driver side and gets in. Completely ignoring me as he drives off. We get back to his apartment and he walks round to get me out of the car, holding my hand tight to the room. "Lando you're hurting me" I say struggling slightly. He loosens his grip slightly but still pulls me along. When we get in the apartment he slams the door behind him dropping my hand.

I look round the room. It's a mess. It's horrendous. Seriously bad. There's a bottle of wine smashed on the floor. "Lando" I say softly squinting my eyes at the room. "I've been looking for you. All night." He says not meeting my eye but pacing the room. "I'm really sorry" I say a tear rolling down my cheek. "How did you end up in his room?" Lando asks me stopping in his tracks. "I don't know Lando. When did you last see me?" I ask. He looks to the floor, "You ran off the boat drunk. And got into a car. I assumed it was your driver. But it must of been Pierre. FOR FUCK SAKE" he says kicking the pillow on the floor. He's so angry. "Please calm down" I say taking a step back from Lando. "You had sex didn't you?" He asks looking to me with sorrow filled eyes.

"I think so Lando" I say sighing. I look down at myself. I'm in his hoodie and joggers. Lando leans his back against the wall, I walk towards him and brush one of his curls from his face. "I was blackout drunk, I cannot remember. You can't hold this against me" I say scanning his eyes. He sighs and wraps his arms round my waist, "Get changed." He says. I nod and walk to the bedroom to get changed. I grab a pair of his boxers and a McLaren top, getting changed quickly.

When I walk back into the living room, I'm trying desperately to not stand on any glass or mess. He stares me up and down when he sees me a small smile appearing on the side of his lip but he drops it quickly when I notice. "We need to clean this up. What happened?" I ask him. He sighs and sits down on the couch. "I was angry. And sad. I couldn't find you. I thought you'd gone off with someone else." Lando says. He pauses. "Which you did." He adds sarcastically. I sigh and sit beside him, "Lands. I'm really sorry. But I was drunk. I don't know how Pierre found me or got me in the car. Or got me back to his. I can't remember. Forgive me?" I ask him sweetly. He sighs and pulls me on his lap so I'm straddling it, "Your getting punished so much tonight." He says softly staring to my lips. I groan, "Don't even complain after the hell you've put me through" he says scanning my eyes. "Fine" I say sighing. He kisses my cheek and pulls me into him, so I'm laying on his shoulder.

"Baby I'm gonna call the cleaner to sort this mess out ok? How about we go for lunch?" I ask him. He nods, "I'd like that" he says. "You need to get changed then. Because you smell like alchohol" I reply kissing his cheek. He sighs and carries me with him making me giggle. He plonks me down beside the bed, and walks into the bathroom. I feel so guilty about what happened last night. But we've got to move on from it.