Tom had come back to the hotel a couple of hours behind her and in a foul mood, something which took her by surprise because Oscar had actually done quite well in qualifying which was usually enough to boost his spirits. But she'd known from the way he'd come into their hotel room, the slam of the door into the wall as he pushed it open, his heavy footsteps covering the ground as he approached, that it wasn't going to be the case for whatever reason.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped, standing at the foot of the bed where she was sat cross legged working on her laptop. She paused what she was doing and looked up at him, unsure what to say because she had no idea what she was supposed to have done wrong this time.
"I told you I was sorry, okay? I thought we agreed we were going to keep this between us." He yelled.
She wanted to point out that he was the one screaming at the top of his voice in a hotel full of their coworkers, and if someone found out what had happened it would probably be his fault not hers. She didn't say it though. She'd seen the look on his face, the way his fists were clenched by his side in anger and knew she was in enough trouble without winding him up even more.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Tom." She said softly, trying to diffuse the situation. Her ribs were still screaming from the last argument they'd had before they left for Bahrain and she was running out of reasons to keep herself covered head to toe in the forty degree heat to cover her injuries. She couldn't take another beating from him tonight.
"If you haven't said anything why is Norris suddenly asking around the garage about me?" He spat back. "Because I've seen the way he looks at you, don't you fucking lie to me and tell me there's nothing going on there."
"Tom." She sighed. "I don't know what you want me to say. I don't speak to him about anything other than work, okay? It's my job, I'm going to have to interact with him to get the content I need. The same as I do with Oscar. Whatever this is, it's all in your head."
"All in my fucking head?" He flew at her before she could even think about getting out of his way.
"Tom stop you're hurting me." She pleaded, cowering away from him. "Tom." Her eyes were watering as she braced herself for what she already knew was coming.
How many times was he going to promise it would never happen again? Why was she pathetic enough to keep believing him?
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It was the middle of the night when she snuck out of the room she shared with Tom, who had long since fallen asleep, in search of some ice she could put on her face. A quick look in the dimly lit bathroom mirror had revealed it wasn't going to be something she could cover. She was probably going to have to feign some kind of illness to get out of going to the track so no one could see her.
The hallways were thankfully deserted as she tried to remember where she'd seen the ice machine on the way in. She kept her eyes down, letting her hair fall over her face on the off chance that someone else was wandering the halls at this kind of ungodly hour, keeping focus on the pattern of the carpet between her feet.
"Aimee?" The hushed voice behind her made her stomach drop.
"It's late, what are you doing?" She mumbled without turning to look at him. "You have a race in the morning."
"I could ask you the same thing." He said and she could hear his footsteps getting closer.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
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Stay With Me- Lando Norris
Fanfiction*Completed* After discovering that one of his coworkers is in a desperate situation, Lando makes it his mission to try and help her. Except she doesn't want his help, and does everything she can to push him away.
