Flew to Greece straight after the Grand Prix. I needed some time off.
Some time away from everyone.
Spend my time there partying and drinking. Came back even more miserable than before.
Been doing interviews, photoshoots and everything since I came back. Slept 3 hours a night, pretended I was fine all day.
And people believed me. They believed I was fine, everyone believed my act. Except for one person.
Harry.
"You look like a mess" he tilted his head as he looked at me. "Yeah fix me then, that's your job, no?"
"Uh girl, some makeup and hair isn't gonna help you"
I sighed, leaned back in the chair and just didn't answer anymore.
"Seriously Daisy, how many pills do you take?" He shook my chair a little.
He was so annoying sometimes.
"I don't know Harry"
I did know, just didn't want to tell him.
"And where do you get them?" He asked as he looked down at me. I shrugged again.
"Okay I'm calling Lando" he said as he grabbed his phone. Didn't even know he had his number. "No, why would you call him?"
"Because maybe he can bring you back to earth"
It made me chuckle, way too loud. "He's the reason why I am in hell"
"No, your ex is the reason!" He snapped back.
"Well yeah but he watched my tape, so he can rot in hell for all I care" I said as I raised my voice.
He put his fingers on the temples of his face, sighing. "Did he ever admit to that?"
No he didn't, but he didn't deny it either.
I just shrugged.
"Daisy, I saw the way he looked at you before and after y'all had sex and believe me, I don't think he saw you naked before you had sex with him"
"Are you just trying to get me back to the paddock with you?" I raised my eyebrow. "Because I can't, I have other things to do"
Couldn't run after Lando for my whole life. He never made an effort for me, never came to see me.
The only thing he did was texting me non stop. Even if I didn't answer.
Asking how I was, if I could come to see him, wanted to FaceTime me. Never replied once.
The Oscars were next week, did he really think I had time to fly to Brazil, Mexico or whatever?
He made it clear that he picked his seat over me. Which was fair, he worked hard enough for it.
And we were gonna have sex whenever we were in the same country.
That was the agreement. Our second agreement.
But now he was asking me how I was, wanted to FaceTime me and talk about his day?
No thanks.
"Other things to do? Like get drunk and high?" He rolled his eyes, we didn't talk after that. He just did my makeup and hair and tapped my chair when he was done.
"Now go out there and pretend like you're fine" he said. "Like you always do"
Grabbed my pills, took a couple at once. One, two or three, who was counting?
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@user1: Is she stupid or something? @user2: yes get back with the ex who tried to ruin you @user3: another sex tape is coming! @user4: what's going on with her lately? > @user5: drugs probably
