Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

It's going to be alright

Melissa felt weak in her legs, left Lewis alone to warm up and went to cry in the bathroom. Now every time she was sad she hid in the Ferrari box, so much so she seemed like just another sad fan because her favorite team hadn't won.
She sobbed and wiped her tears with the same handkerchief that was now melting between her fingers. Marco was a son of a bitch and she knew it in her heart but by now she had a worm in her head that was eating away at her skull and was creeping into her neurons.

"I'm not a model, I'm not a singer, I'm not beautiful enough, I'm not enough for him" she repeated to herself, rocking while sitting on the closed seat "I could never follow him around the world and work as a journalist at the same time, I couldn't work with him and I just want that career" she chirped crying.

She sobbed so hard that there was a knock on the door.
-Melissa? Is that you?- Chiara said, opening the door. She saw her friend in those conditions and locked the door behind her -Ok- she knelt in front of her -What happened?- she put her hands on her knees and looked into her eyes.
-I fell in love with someone else who... who...- she sobbed and Chiara then took a water bottle from her backpack –Drink, now breathe. Calm down- she patted her back -we'll talk about it later- she smiled at her tenderly like an older sister would -Just tell me who I have to look at badly- she giggled in the hope of making things easier.
-No one- she smiled through tears -no one hurt me. I'm with Marco and he is a safe haven for me- she pursed her lips looking at what remained of her handkerchief -I would have an easy life with him, a nice house, a stable job...- she nodded trying to convince herself -this evening I will go at his place, I'm going to get my suitcase-
-You'll miss the race-
-Just the start- she dried her face and left the bathroom.

Melissa walked to her hotel and picked up her suitcase and then walked again to leave it in Marco's room. She reached the reception and asked to leave her luggage there but the lady who worked there had already been informed -Your partner has already paid for the double key- she said handing her the card that was used to open the door.
Melissa smiled at her and thanked her, her eyes and cheeks were still red but not worrying, you could see she had been crying but they could have thought it was a bad cold or an allergy.
She went up to the fifth floor and left her suitcase in a corner under a chair to avoid disturbing people. She noticed some fresh flowers on the table and some rose petals on the bed that formed a heart. Most likely she shouldn't have found out until the same evening, she pretended nothing happened and went out. Unfortunately, having gone on foot and not taking a taxi, she had missed the entire race and not just the start. She walked back to the Aston Martin paddock because she knew she would have found Chiara there.
Her American-carrot haired loved that car and it was a certainty to find his blonde friend there.

But what Melissa didn't know that Lewis had been looking for her everywhere before the race. He wanted her to give him a kiss for good luck before the race but as soon as he realized that she wasn't there he became alarmed. He had seen Chiara around and had seen them together several times, he knew that she was her friend and she certainly knew where his Melissa had gone.
Chiara, who genuinely thought that between the two there was only a good relationship between colleagues, told the truth: that is, that she had gone to "move" her things to her boyfriend's room.
Lewis saw pitch black, he became a bull. He ran in the car like a madman and they disqualified him and, while Melissa was returning to the paddock convinced she still had half the race to watch, Lewis had gone into Marco's office. He remembered the business card and remembered how to get to the facility.

Melissa found Chiara and they discussed the race together - Sorry, in the end I went by foot and didn't take a taxi -
-But how far did you walk?-
-Not a little- she admitted with a sigh but tiredness had not yet broken down her body.
-So? How did it go overall?-
-A bit of a boring race actually- Chiara said indicating the race statistics -luckily Hamilton had a colossal accident halfway through the race, nothing serious is clear, everyone is fine- she chuckled -he literally made a sandwich with Hulkenberg and Magnussen- laughed again without taking her eyes off the screen -they obviously disqualified him- shook her head slightly "in disbelief".
Melissa's body automatically took her to the Mercedes paddock and when she realized this she sought out Lewis for "their ritual interview". She didn't find him easily, she had to sneak into the locker room where she saw him sitting on a bench with blood dripping from his nose and a purple eye.

Melissa threw herself at him worriedly, assuming that it was the accident that had made him like this –Are you okay? Lewis look at me!- she gently took his cheeks to look at him better and made him turn towards her. Melissa was on her knees on the ground -How did it happen- she asked in amazement, more to herself than to him
-Ask your boyfriend-
Melissa glared at him. She just didn't understand.
-Yes, ask your boyfriend what happened to me- he held back a smile.
-I don't understand, did Marco reduce you like this?-
-That one didn't do anything to me, I hurt him. Trust me- and a proud smile escaped him, he just couldn't hide his pride in that moment.

-Did you fight?-
-More or less-

-Either yes or no, you can't beat yourself more or less- she pointed out in a slightly calmer voice since she knew that Lewis was fine. She sat down next to him on the bench and put a hand on his back.
Lewis turned and gave her a kiss –You don't know how long I waited to do this-
-We just kissed this morning- she giggled –we look like two kids like that-
-Then it means I'm your little boy- he smiled at her before giving her another kiss.
She snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder and smiled without realizing it as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He also left a kiss on the back of her neck and then looked at her and smiled.
-Of course...- he started to say –it's really bad, how did you give IT to him- he laughed.
Melissa looked up at him, crossed her legs and whispered to him -well, if you win this weekend you can do whatever you want to me-
Lewis looked her straight in the eyes, certainly not expecting that answer.
"Everything," she winked, mostly because she wanted to test his self-control.
-Baby girl, we will not play this game-
She giggled -and why not?-
-I have tattoos that are older than you, you don't know what kind of trouble you're getting into- he told her with his gaze just a few millimeters from hers.
Melissa wet her lips and didn't look away even for a second -maybe I want to run this risk -