Formula 1 | One Shots

In A World Of Boys... | Lewis Hamilton

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: Lita__draw

Slight ⚠️  for asshole behavior LOL

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"So I'll call you later ya?"

I watched as the guy I had been casually talking to for a few weeks throw his clothes back on and rush out, the hotel door slamming behind him. Tears streamed down my face as I wrapped the bed sheets tighter against my body to cover myself up. Not so much as a kiss or a cuddle after he had convinced me that we were ready to take our 'relationship' to the next level.

I let him kiss me and push me onto the bed. I let him pull the straps of my dress down. I let him caress my cheek as he told me he cared about me and wanted to make me feel good. Except I didn't feel good, it was painful and rushed. Everything felt like a blur and I wished I could take it back, but it was too late. I guess what they say is true about your first time...is it ever good? NO.

I felt ashamed of myself. I waited twenty-three years to save myself for the right person, all for it to be given to someone who seemed to care about me. I had my reservations about Paul, but I wanted to believe he liked me a lot. We had a lot in common and he worked as an Engineer at Williams. 

I quickly got up and turned the shower on. I wanted to get this icky feeling off of me. I scrubbed my entire body, twice to get the feeling of Pauls touch off of me. I still had some pain and soreness in my lower body and exhaustion had creeped up on me. I glanced at the bed where we had been intimate, refusing to sleep in it. I dragged a pillow and fresh blanket from the closet over to the couch and set my head down. 

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I walked into the paddock the next morning, feeling a little down and embarrassed. Paul hadn't answered any of my texts after he left, not that I was surprised, he only ever texted me when it was convenient for him. I felt stupid and decided I wanted to just pretend like it never happened. I scanned my pass and headed to Mercedes hospitality. 

FP1 was in a few hours and I had some time to kill. Since some of the other boys weren't here yet, I decided I'd grab some food and relax in my drivers room, before my trainer would want to do some warm ups.

I tried to get my mind off of Paul, but my hurt only turned to anger when I turned the corner of our hospitality and heard guys laughing. What were they doing here? I hid behind the corridor, listening in. "All right, all right! What do you cheeky lads want to know?"

"Tell us mate, is the Mercedes princess as innocent as she looks? God she has the nicest ass."

"The sweetest little virgin. I told her the usual.. that I care about her... blah, blah blah." 

Tears threatened to spill, hearing Paul speak about me like this. How could I be so stupid? So blind that this was all just some sick game to him? I shuddered at his friends comment. 

"Mate, you're wicked! Are you gonna keep seeing her, or can I ask her out now?"

"Eh maybe, can't deny she's fucking gorgeous and with such a fit body. But she'll be an easy fuck now that she's obsessed with me."

That's when my anger took over and I could no longer be silent. "Obsessed with you? The guy who lasted three whole minutes? How could you Paul? It trusted you."

All his Williams buddies grew silent, but I saw him ready to spit back at me for the lasting three minutes comment. "You little bit-"

"-Shouldn't you engineers be prepping your drivers cars for FP1? In your own garage?" I turned to see Lewis appear, giving me a questioning look as to why we were arguing. He was coldly looking at the group, his jaw clenched. I wonder how much of the conversation he had heard.

All of the boys snapped their heads in his direction, eyes widening when they realized it was Lewis. They quickly started walking away with their heads down in embarrassment. Lewis was an icon on the paddock. Regardless of what team you worked for, everyone respected him. 

"Talia are you okay?"

Now that Paul and his buddies were gone tears pooled in my eyes and my bottom lip began to quiver. All the emotions from the past two days came out and I was a mess. "Shit, come with me."

I didn't even realize that Lewis wrapped his arm around my shoulder and directed me to his drivers room, away from cameras and prying eyes. By the time we got there, my breathing had become normal and I wiped the tears on my face with the back of my hand. 

"I'm sorry Lewis, I'm okay. I'm just gonna go gr-"

"-No you're not. Sit on the couch with me. I've known you long enough to tell. What was happening with those engineers? Aren't you dating the one who was about to call you a word I'd rather not repeat?"

I looked at Lewis and he seemed genuinely concerned. He was an amazing teammate and always knew what to say. I often asked him for brotherly advice and he always helped me. I was slightly embarrassed to bring this up to him, but he placed his hand on my shoulder, letting me know I he was here for me.

"Talia, this is a safe space. Anything you share with me stays here. You don't even have to tell me anything if you don't want to, just tell me how to make you feel better. I hate to see you like this."

I proceeded to tell Lewis about the past couple of weeks with Paul. He listened intently, never interrupting me or making a judgmental face. When I spoke about having sex for the first time ever last night with Paul, I noticed Lewis ball his hands into fists.

Now Lewis rarely ever got visibly angry, but I could see his body language change, especially when I recounted that I heard Paul lying to all his Williams buddies earlier today. 

"I'm going to kiss his ass. How disrespectful could he be? He is not a man....no real man would ever use words like that with a woman, or treat her poorly. No one messes with my Talia."

I felt a slight weight come off of my shoulders and I appreciated how much Lewis cared. My voice was barely above a whisper, "Lewis...um...can you please just hold me for a few minutes?"

I watched as his eyes softened and he leaned back further into the couch, opening his legs. I slotted my body against his chest, resting my head against him. The sound of his beating heart calmed me down. I felt his hands ran through my hair delicately.

"Talia, I want you to know that this doesn't change anything. Who you have your first time with might seem like the biggest deal in the world right now, but you're young. One day you are going to find someone who genuinely cares about and loves you. He will show you the true meaning of making love. Don't let guys like Paul create walls around your heart. You are one of the sweetest girls I know and you deserve the world. You are so strong and I'm so proud of how much you've accomplished in just your second year in F1."

"Lewis....I"

"I'm not done. Talia please promise me you won't let this bother you. I want you to come to me whenever you're feeling down or just want a timeout. In this sport, it's important to have a support system on AND off the track. Let me be that for you. You're like my little sister and I will always have your back."

I wiped away another tear that appeared from Lewis' kind words. He truly was the best teammate and best friend someone could ask for. I sat in his embrace for a couple more minutes, comfortable silence filling the room.

I felt much better than I had this morning. Lewis was right, the right guy would come along and Paul would eventually just become a distant memory, not even worth remembering. I appreciated having Lewis in my corner, which made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

In a world of boys, Lewis was truly a gentleman. 

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The requested plot:"Can you write one about Lewis Hamilton...where I'm his younger teammate, Talia and he comforts me after a terrible first time."

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