all eyes on you - carlos sainz jr F1

17

"Hey," I say as I round the corner.

Charles looks up from his breakfast and smiles. "Hey! How's your headache going?" He asks and I smile.

"Okay. But um..." I look over my shoulder and see Lando and Sarah standing at the edge of the door, peeking in and when they catch me looking at them they look away and quickly pretend to do anything. "Okay, French then," I mutter and I hear Sarah groan.

"Have you seen the picture?" I ask and Charles raises an eyebrow.

"Picture? No- What picture are you talking about?" He asks and I sigh, deciding to take a different approach.

"How much do you remember about last night?" I ask and Charles shrugs.

"Uh...not much. I remember your 15 shots and then I had...a lot." He says laughing, sounding nervous.

"Right." I cough. "Well, some stuff happened. And you and I..."

Charles's eyes widen. "We-?"

And I blush. "No!" I yell in English and Sarah's head pops in.

"What happened!" She yells and Charles looks at her and then me startled.

I glare at her and she backs down. "No! We just...kissed." I say turning my phone around to show him the photo.

Charles' eyes budge out of his head as he looks at the photo. "No! There's no way." He mummies grabbing my phone.

I nod, avoiding eye contact. "Yeah. That happened." Charles examines the photo, before scrolling down.

"No don't read the comments!" I call and sigh as he continues reading.

"They are so mean, no? What is this 'At least I'm not a home wrecker what happened to be-'  Quesquecette Merde? Who is this guy?" Charles asks almost offended.

"That would be Neymar..." I murmur. "My ex."

Charles gapes at me. "Neymar JR is your ex?" He asks and I nod.

"Yup." Making my lips pop. I turn over my shift and Lando and Sarah have popped their heads back into the room. "He's never been good for me."

Charles mutters his agreements in French. "There's a video to? Wait...who are you looking at in the video? Why are my eyes- Is that Carlos?" I watch as he processes it all at once.

"Anyway! That as well as the photos of you kissing my forehead and holding my hand when we entered this apartment means that people think..." I trail off.

Charles looks confused. "But you like Carlos, no? That's why you were looking at him when we were-" He says gesturing between us.

"Pretty much," I say and Sarah and Lando both walk into the room.

Sarah pulls out a bar stool and Lando pulls himself up onto the countertop. "What are you going to do?" He asks, grabbing a few grapes from the bowl that sits next to him and chucking them in his mouth.

"Deny it? Cause there's nothing between us." I say and Sarah is carefully studying Charles. "George wants me to fix things up as quickly as possible, not all press is good press and that."

"Or..." Sarah says looking at me. "Harry....2019." She says and I gape at her.

"No! No. Nope, I'm not doing that again Sae, you remember what happened last time." I say and Lando and Charles look confused.

"Harry 2019? What does that mean?" Lando asks.

"Harry. Harry...Styles?" Charles asks. "The singer?"