Charlotte
After a few days of catching up with the Schumachers, I set off to London, bringing a larger suitcase this time since I'll be following the boys around for most of the season.
As I touch down in London, I text Oscar to let him know I'm here. I meet him by baggage claim after getting through customs.
"Hey, Osc, thank you for helping me with this," I say, hugging him.
"Of course, he's been sulking, so I wanted to help him out," he replies as we walk to his car.
"How are you and Lily, by the way?" I ask. I got to know Lily during the Canada weekend after Lily added her to the group chat. I had to use their full names in my contacts so I didn't mix them up.
"Really good, actually," he says as we head to Logan's apartment.
"That's good. When's she coming to a race again?" I ask, hoping he'll say soon.
"Uh, I don't know, hopefully the next one. I just don't know how busy she'll be," he says, turning into the parking garage for Logan's apartment. I guess they call them flats in England, but that's just really weird.
"Understandable. I really hope she comes to the next one. She's really lovely to hang out with," I say.
"I'll let her know you think the same about her," he says as we get out of the car. I sling my backpack onto my back and grab my bag from Oscar's trunk.
I follow him as he leads the way up to the apartment. He punches in Logan's door code, and I follow him in.
"His room's the last door on the right. He should be here still; if not, he should be back soon," he says. "I'll leave you to it," he adds, heading towards the door.
"Well, thank you for everything, Oscar," I say, smiling.
"Of course," he says, quietly shutting the door.
I walk in the direction he pointed me. As I reach the door, I hear talking.
"No, I've said this multiple times and you never listen. She's not a distraction," Logan says, clearly annoyed.
"She's not the reason I'm not performing well, Dad. I don't have all of the upgrades that Alex does yet," he continues.
My heart clenches as I realize one of the people who called me a distraction was his dad, whom I got along with really well. I take a step back and trip, hitting a door behind me.
"I've got to go. I'm pretty sure one of my friends just broke in. This conversation isn't over, though," he says. I hear his footsteps nearing the door. He opens it and sees me, a shocked look in his eyes.
"How much of that did you hear?" he asks, worried.
"Just the last two statements," I say, feeling a little hurt.
"Char, I promise nothing's going to come between us again. I swear," he says, pulling me into a hug.
I nod into his chest, still feeling a little hurt that he never told me.
"Wait... how'd you even get here, and how'd you get in?" he asks, surprised.
"Oscar," I mumble into his chest.
"Since when did you talk to Oscar?" he says, confused.
"Him and I talk, but barely. Since the first time we all went out," I explain.
He nods.
"I'm surprised you didn't get Alex to help," he says.
"I tried; he's busy," I giggle. "But also, your dad?" I say, confused.
"I didn't want to tell you because I knew it would hurt you. And I also don't like that he's trying to push the message again because I realized he's wrong," he says.
I nod.
"But can we talk about how it's a doubleheader and your birthday is on Silverstone race day?" he says. "How are we supposed to celebrate?"
"I'm surprised you even remember my birthday. And also, we don't have to. You know I hate parties," I say.
"Well, maybe we can just go out for dinner then," he suggests.
"I mean, I'd love that. Just hope I don't get coerced into going out and clubbing," I say.
He nods, and we go and sit in his room. We sit in comfortable silence for a moment before he breaks it.
"You know, I've been thinking a lot about us," he starts, looking a bit nervous.
"Yeah?" I prompt, curious.
"Yeah. I just want you to know that I'm really serious about this, about us. I know the media can be a pain, but I want to make this work," he says, his eyes sincere.
"I feel the same way, Logan. I want to make this work too," I say, reaching for his hand.
He squeezes my hand gently. "Good. Because I can't imagine my life without you in it."
We spend the rest of the evening talking about our plans, our hopes, and how we'll navigate the challenges ahead
"What are we gonna do if they fully catch on?" he asks.
"I guess we can address it then," I say, yawning. "What do you have to do tomorrow?"
"Just some SIM racing, but then we can go out after," he says, playing with my hair.
I nod. "If you keep playing with my hair, you're going to make me fall asleep."
"That's the point. I know you're tired," he says, pulling me closer and continuing to play with my hair.
I slowly drift off to sleep in his arms, feeling safe and content.
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A/N I'm sure that Logan's dad is a nice guy, it's just for the story :)
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