There's Twice as Many Stars as Usual| L.S

7

Charlotte

I rise from my slumber to the sound of groaning the next morning. Blinking away sleep, I open my eyes to find Mick sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, clearly nursing a hangover.

"Rough night?" I ask with fake sympathy, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Mick looks up at me with a pained expression, his eyes squinting against the morning light filtering through the curtains. "You could say that," he mutters, his voice hoarse.

I can't help but suppress a smirk as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. "Well, serves you right for drinking so much," I tease, making my way to the bathroom to fetch some aspirin and water.

Returning to the room, I hand Mick the glass of water and the pills, which he accepts with a grateful nod. "Thanks, Charlie," he says, his voice still groggy.

"No problem," I reply, unable to hide the amusement in my voice. "Just try not to overdo it next time."

Mick gives me a weak smile before swallowing the aspirin and taking a long sip of water. As he leans back against the headboard, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having successfully teased him. Despite his hangover, I knew Mick would bounce back in no time.

"When's our flight today, by the way?" I ask, rummaging through my suitcase for a fresh set of clothes.

Mick glances at his watch, wincing slightly at the brightness of the screen. "Not until late afternoon," he replies, his voice still tinged with the remnants of his hangover. "We've got plenty of time."

I nod in acknowledgment, relieved to have a few hours to recover before our departure. "Good," I say, slipping into a clean blouse and jeans. "I could use a bit more sleep."

Mick chuckles softly, the sound strained. "You and me both," he agrees, running a hand through his tousled hair. "But we've got a flight to catch, so we better start getting ready."

With that, we both set about packing our belongings and preparing for the journey ahead. Despite the lingering effects of the previous night's festivities, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that awaited us. As we made our way to the airport later that day, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Mick and I would face them together, ready to take on whatever the world had in store.

"Oh, and by the way, the team wanted to know if you wanted to join us for Miami this weekend," Mick says as we board the private jet back to Switzerland.

My heart races at the mention of Miami, the state where Logan and I grew up. It's our home race, in a way, although he's the one racing while I simply attend as a guest, courtesy of Mercedes and Mick. The thought of being back in Florida fills me with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

But amidst the anticipation, a pang of disappointment tugs at my heart. Logan still hasn't reached out to me, despite his promise to catch up. I try to push aside the nagging thoughts, focusing instead on the opportunity before me. Miami awaits, and I can't let my unresolved feelings hold me back. With a deep breath, I nod at Mick's offer, determined to make the most of the weekend ahead.

"I'd love to," I say, excitement bubbling up within me as Mick nods and quickly texts one of the team representatives to arrange a pass for me.

"Why are we even going back to Switzerland?" I question, puzzled by the sudden change in plans.

"Oh, we're not. We're going straight to Miami. I kinda lied to you," Mick says with a sly grin.

I raise an eyebrow, surprised by the revelation. "And what if I had declined the offer?" I ask, half-teasingly.

"Too bad," he replies, his smirk widening.

With a playful roll of my eyes, I settle back into my seat, exhilarated by the spontaneous change of destination. Miami awaits, and I can't wait to see what adventures lie ahead in the city that holds so many memories for me.

When we touch down in Miami, we get a rental car and head to the hotel to check in. once we check in my phone buzzes

Logie <3

My heart skips a beat

As I read the message from Logan, my heart skips a beat, the familiar rush of emotions flooding back. Despite my attempts to suppress them, his name still has the power to stir up a whirlwind of feelings within me.

With trembling fingers, I open the message, my eyes scanning the words eagerly.

"Hey, Charlie, heard you might be here for the Grand Prix weekend. Fancy catching up? - Logie <3"

A surge of conflicting emotions washes over me. Part of me longs to see him, to finally confront him. But another part hesitates, wary of reopening old wounds and facing the painful memories of our past.

Glancing up at Mick, who is busy checking us in at the front desk, I feel a sudden surge of uncertainty. Should I reply? Should I agree to meet him? The decision weighs heavily on my mind as I wrestle with my conflicting emotions.

But deep down, I know that I can't ignore the opportunity to finally have closure, to confront Logan and lay to rest the ghosts of our past. With a determined nod to myself, I type out a response, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation.

"Sure, I'd love to catch up. How about we meet for coffee tomorrow morning?" I hit send, the message disappearing into the digital abyss as I wait anxiously for his reply.

As I wait for Logan's reply, time seems to stretch out endlessly. Each passing moment feels like an eternity as I grapple with the weight of my decision. The anticipation gnaws at me, leaving me restless and on edge.

Finally, my phone buzzes with a new message from Logan. With bated breath, I open it, my eyes scanning the words eagerly. "Coffee sounds great. How about we meet at that café we used to go?"

A rush of memories floods my mind at his suggestion. The café holds countless memories of our time together—laughter, shared secrets, and stolen moments of happiness. But it also reminds me of the pain and heartache that followed our parting.

Despite the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me, I know that I can't back down now. This meeting with Logan is long overdue, and I owe it to myself to face him, to finally find closure and move forward.

With a steady hand, I type out my response, agreeing to the meeting place and time. As I hit send, a sense of resolution settles over me. Tomorrow morning, I will meet Logan at our old café, and whatever happens, I will face it head-on.

"Who's got all of your attention?" Mick asks, a teasing glint in his eye as he pulls me towards the elevator to go to our room, this time with two beds.

"Logan," I reply flatly, my mind still consumed by the upcoming meeting with him. Following Mick to the room, I put away my phone and push my suitcase to the side before flopping onto the bed furthest from the window.

"Oh, fuck you, that's not fair. I wanted that one," he whines, pouting in mock disappointment.

"Too bad," I retort, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling in as I try to adjust to the time change after months away from my home state, staying with the Schumachers to find inspiration for my writing.

As I drift off to sleep, thoughts of Logan swirl in my mind, mingling with dreams and uncertainties about what tomorrow will bring. Despite the apprehension, a glimmer of hope flickers within me as I prepare to face the past.