Private Life is a happy life

4- Truth Be Told

LUCY POV

He walked me to his hotel, so he could get his car. I felt his hand on my back and realised I was shaking. I also had a Mercedes top on, I'm sure that looks good.

"Thank you for saving me." I managed to muster "And I'm sorry about my top, it was the first one I grabbed." I admitted. He stopped walking, he looked at me and laughed.

"You think you have to apologise to me for your top?" He looked at me, still amused. "I know you don't like them." I defended. "I might not like the team, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate people that do." He said it with such nonchalance.

"I'm not even a Mercedes fan you know, I don't really follow formula 1, but I do like the McLarens. They looked really good during testing." I couldn't stop the words coming out. Did I really just tell Max Verstappen I was a McLaren fan?

"But, I am now leaning towards Redbull." I gave him a smirk, he returned it. "If you like the McLarens so much, then you're going to love my best mate." He had pride in his voice.

We arrived at the hotel. It was my hotel. Fuck. "My car is just over there, let's get you to the hospital." He offered. My heart started beating and my breath caught, I really couldn't deal with seeing Dylan again.

"Can you take me tomorrow instead? I really don't feel like it, this is the hotel we're staying at." I could hear the worry in my voice. He saw it too.

"That's fine with me, but I do know something we can do." He gave me a devious smile. He pulled his phone out to message someone, it was a long message, but the response was almost instant.

He guided me to the elevator, and pressed number 8, the top floor. "Now I hope you're feeling up to it, there's someone I want you to meet." He still wasn't given up who it was.

We got out, he walked to a door and knocked and smiled proudly at me. The door opened...I'd know those curls anywhere.