She's back ~ L. Hamilton

49. | Butterfly killer

For the first time I a long time, the sun and the heat have come out in Paris. It hasn't not been sunny since I got here a month and a half ago, but it definitely hasn't been warm. But today, finally, the sun and the heat decided to make an appearance, and thankfully it was my rest day so I could soak up the sun.

I'm pretty much naturally pretty golden, growing up in Australia and spending every day on an outdoor court does that. But being stuck under clouds for the last month and a half has lightened my skin slightly, so I'm seizing the opportunity and spending the day by the pool that's in the backyard of our rental.

I had changed into a Bikini and brought a book and a speaker out with me. It really was a version of heaven.

The last month and a half had been alright.

Practicing with Liam all the time was hugely beneficial and I had actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would. We had even made our own tradition of, we play a match every night until its near sunset and we finish up for the night, then we get two large lemonades and sit at this arena at the back of the house and watch the sunset go down, overlooking the fields upon fields of greenness.

But on the other hand, being here I've dedicated myself completely to working towards the French open. I haven't attended any Grand Prixes and there's been a lot of back to back weekends so Daniel hasn't been able to get away long enough to come out and visit me and Marco.

I also haven't had the chance to have another tennis lesson with Lewis.

Not that I want to.

And not that he hasn't tried.

Okay so.

Maybe I have been slightly ignoring him.

He's messaged me once or twice.

But after I responded much later with a very vague reply he got the message and stopped messaging.

But I hadn't been completely ignoring him.

I mean, maybe slightly

But it's only until this stupid feeling passes. Because I absolutely cannot, in no way, in no world, under any circumstances can I be attracted to him.

So until my organs figure themselves the fuck out and shut up, I'm dodging his calls and suspending any future tennis practice sessions -

"Hello sweetheart"

I let out a scream, firing the book I was reading at where the voice came from.

I turned over in my sun lounger.

What

The

Actual

Fuck.

"Lewis! What the fuck!" I yelled, sitting up

The driver was crouched over slightly, holding the side of his face, but I could still see a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You have surprisingly good aim" he said, dropping his hand from the side of his face

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I'm heading to Monaco for the Grand Prix this weekend, I had to stop in Paris anyway cause there's no Airport in Monaco, so I decided to pay you a visit"

"And why couldn't you have just landed in Nice like every other driver?!"

"Cause then I could have had to drive like 4 hours to get here, duh"