Will's POV
Dubai was.. interesting. And hot. Crazily hot. I felt like I sweat my arse off every day over there. There was nothing to do after races or practice other than melt. London, despite how depressing it is, has been a nice reprieve from the weather in the desert. Unfortunately, being back home hasn't done anything for my emotions.
See, racing has always been a passion of mine. My dad used to put on races on the telly when I was a teenager, and I always figured that one day i'd be in formula 1 races of my own. Well, it came true, but i'm not sure that i'm happy. I don't come from one of those families that forces you into things. Like, I wasn't born and immediately pressured into enjoying race cars. But with my race car bed, my figurines, tickets, shows, all sorts.. I sort of felt like my life has revolved around racing. You know that feeling when you eat chocolate one too many times and all of a sudden you hate chocolate? That's how I feel with racing. The only problem is, I can't quit. I'm in the middle of a £3 million deal with my company and their sponsors where I do 3 tours. The second tour just ended, and i'm knackered.
Don't get me wrong, the fame is wonderful. But that's another reason why I can't quit. If the people who watch me think that i'm slacking, they'll join the ones who hate me. And if I quit, I give them satisfaction.
It sounds stupid, but part of me wishes I went for something less in the limelight. Maybe stuck with Uni a bit and got my degree. Slaved away at a job that I hate and marry someone and have kids. The one I was meant to marry, that is. But that's a long story.
Anyway. My friends have noticed that i'm feeling lost. It's hard not to. I stay at home sulking about my life while they struggle with their own in public. The "night life" isn't something i'm really bothered about. But they have insisted that I join them on their excursion to a.. rock concert? I don't know. I'm not a rock fan in the slightest but it was a free ticket and 2 hours I don't have to spend in my janky London flat so I'll take it. Let's hope it's worth it.
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My rockstar boyfriend
FanfictionJames Marriott has been touring the world for a few months and his last stop is in London, England. Young race car driver, Will Lenney has been working in London, his home, for the past 2 months after racing in Dubai. Feeling lost in life, his frien...
