She's back ~ L. Hamilton

98. | Car Problems

Around 30 minutes later I squeezed into the back seat of a Range Rover, my uncle got into the drivers seat and a guy with a camera from Netflix got into the passenger seat.

"What the hell" I muttered to myself, regaining my breath as I sat further into my seat. I stared out the window, at the crowd passing by the window as we drove by, all of them screaming and waving through the windows

"That was actually insane" I muttered again

"How does it compare to previous years?" The guy from Netflix asked, Marc was his name.

"Like nothing. It just doesn't. Even in the height of my career, I've never experienced anything like that. Yeah sure maybe there would have been like 30 or 40 people waiting at the airport when I came home after a big win, but that had to be thousands of people. Where did they even come from?"

"TMZ" Marco called "someone on your flight posted a photo of you, someone online figured out what flight you were on, posted your landing time, TMZ picked it up and reposted it to their socials and boom!" He exclaimed, laughing

"Good old TMZ" I laughed

Before I could even realise what was happening. The seat on the opposite side of the backseats dropped down, and a figure jumped out through the gap from the boot, yelling at the top of their voice

I let out a scream at the sudden scare, jumping back into my seat.

It took me a moment for my heart rate to calm, until I realised the noise now flooding the car was laughter, coming from both the two men in the front of the car and the one that had jumped out from the back of the car.

"You asshole!" I exclaimed, hitting Lewis's shoulder as he fell on his side laughing

Marco was laughing loudly from the front, even Marc was laughing quietly from behind the camera

"I could've died"

"Well good thing you didn't" he said. He supported himself, propping himself up on his elbows behind his back while lying across the seat that he'd knocked down

Before he could say anything else, I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, falling on top of him.

At first he didn't move, but a millisecond later I felt him soften under me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

We didn't move for a minute, I relished in the smell of woody cologne, I had spotted a black Tom Ford bottle a little while ago in his car, but right now I was so happy to breath in the familiar scent.

The next half hour passed in a blur. Lewis fixed the seat and sat in the seat he'd knocked down to scare me. Marco and Lewis talked at lengths about Wimbledon and how amazing it was, they talked like they were childhood friends, knowing what the other would say before they say it. It was mad to think that they didn't know eachother only a few weeks ago, and a few weeks before that would have had strong dislike for one another.

At some point Lewis jokingly lifted my legs up and laid them across his legs, and I never bothered to move them back. So we stayed in that position for a little while.

Until the car came to a slow stop.

The engine let out a gargle of noise, I lifted my gaze and saw that smoke had began to flow from the hood of the car.

"Shit, shit, shit" Marco muttered from the front, clicking off his seatbelt and jumping out of the car and over to the bonnet.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Looks like the car bloody broken down" muttered Lewis before he quickly followed Marco out of the car and up to the front of the car.

The two men stood around talking at the front of the car, a moment later Lewis took out his phone and made a phone call while Marco looked around at the engine some more.