The season was over and Lewis had a handful of months off, he would still continue to train and "study" but he finally had time for himself and his life. He had taken Melissa with him to Monte Carlo for a couple of months and the two had been paparazzi a couple of times, they wondered who that mysterious and unknown girl was and rumors began to spread about her. First she was a Swiss model, then a Canadian singer, and then a French bank employee...
He had taken her to Portugal for a week and they had a holiday together, they had had so much fun together in Holland that they couldn't resist a week entirely to themselves. However, Lewis had been working in the Netherlands and a week's real holiday was an irresistible temptation.
He also wanted to show her America but in that period of her life she was looking for a real job, she didn't want to be "the girlfriend" of the Formula One driver. She wanted to do something. She wanted to commit, get results, in the end even "longing over a project" made her feel rewarding.
-What do you want to do then?- asked Lewis as he opened the door of the house returning from Portugal.
-I don't know, I was thinking of starting to ask some newspaper to leave me a space where I can tell... something- she giggled –honestly now I'm a bit tired- they entered the house and left the suitcases at the entrance, Melissa put on a pajama in record time -Every time we have to go out it takes you forever to get dressed and now that you've put on your pajamas you were faster than me in Munich?!- the Englishman laughed.
-Yes because it's cold, it's winter, and I don't want to stay on the bed we sleep on with the clothes I wore on the plane-
-it was a private flight-
-In Italy we do this- she hid under the duvet.
-Are you that sleepy?-
-We saw a lot, we did nothing but go from one part of the city to another and Lisbon is all uphill and you couldn't let me sleep at night. Then tomorrow morning I have to start looking for a job-
-Do you go to bed with makeup on?-
Melissa opened her eyes wide and slid out of bed and with a damp cloth she removed the bit of makeup she still had on from the morning. Then she went back to bed.
-And the luggage?-
-It will be a problem for Melissa of the future-
-I fear it will be Lewis's problem in the future-
-it's the same- Melissa smiled hidden between the pillows.
"I love you" he told her.
It was the first time he had told her that. Melissa immediately stood up holding onto the pillows with her hands and looked him in the eyes. She still had mascara smeared under her eyelids, her hair messy from having changed in a hurry and from rolling around in the sheets and wearing the first pajamas she had found.
-I know it's a big word...-
-I love you too- she smiled at him –I would have liked to tell you in Portugal, it would certainly have been more romantic, but I was too proud to tell you first-
Lewis smiled at her and approached her to leave a kiss on her lips.
-But now I'm going to unpack my bags because I refuse to wake up early tomorrow to tidy up-
They laughed like two children and Melissa rolled over in the covers a couple of times. She fell asleep in a few minutes and Lewis joined her after an hour, hugged her in her sleep and so he too fell asleep on her.
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The next morning Melissa didn't wake up particularly late and decided to try making pancakes. They turned out particularly ugly but with a little Nutella they were more than edible. It wasn't clear how but the entire kitchen countertop was submerged in flour and there were four dirty teaspoons of chocolate on the table.
-Did you just kill the muffin man?- the dark-haired man said as soon as he woke up, entering the kitchen.
Melissa laughed –The Muffin Man!!!- she lowered the heat under the pan –I wanted you to find a breakfast worthy of a 7-time world champion!-
-It's been three years since I won a championship-
-You are also the last to have achieved such a result, it is worth celebrating for another 7 years- she said scratching her cheek.
-Are those eggs?-
-Yes-
-Early in the morning you forget I'm vegan- he chuckled
Melissa slapped a hand on her forehead -you're vegan-
-I'm vegan, yes-
-You're vegan- she repeated again.
-I know, thanks for reminding me-
Melissa put a hand on her hip and turned off the heat –But I made pancakes for two-
-You will eat for two people!- he hugged her from behind –And you got yeast and flour all over your face, go and look in the mirror- the girl slipped away from him and, looking at herself in the mirror, laughed. She also had dust marks on her nose -You're beautiful!-
Melissa kissed him -now you're covered in flour too!-
Lewis sat down at the table and had his normal breakfast –The computer on the table gave you psychological support during the preparation of the baker's murder or you were looking at the recipe?-
-As soon as I woke up, actually, I tried to look for a job-
-Even before we started killing the muffin man! I'm surprised! - he joked - how's it going? -
Melissa plated her breakfast and sat down in front of him – I was thinking of starting to open something of my own. I'm not saying I can afford my own newspaper but something online. I wouldn't mind following you around the world or at least most of your races, doing something online would allow me to keep up with your life but also work. While you compete I could inform myself and write articles about the places we are in and the surrounding ones-
-It seems like an excellent idea to me- he smiled warmly at her.
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Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton
FanfictionLewis was desperate. He wanted his eight championship but it was impossible to win even a single race against Max. Melissa was his second problem. She was just a journalist, always picking on him until one day he couldn't listen to one more word co...
