Alone In A Crowded Room (A Lestappen Story)

Fine

Charles woke up with a dry mouth and an even dryer throat in a bed that wasn't his. He didn't feel good at all. He was naked under the sheets and no one was in sight. Fuck fuck fuck. Not again. He could only imagine the disappointed look on Fred's face when he told him that he needed an NDA. At least it was a girl judging by the way his ass didn't hurt.

Charles didn't do drugs very often but every time he did, he woke up in someone else's bed. He decided to open his eyes but they didn't respond. He huffed a sigh before cracking one open and his senses were assaulted by the light. The room's curtains were drawn but light still entered. Charles looked around the room. It was obviously a hotel judging by the lack of personal items but there was a coat and a robe and . . . a red bull cap? No way he had sex with a red bull fan. Charles groaned and turned on his side, giving up on life.

"Careful, someone might mistake you for a ferrari driver." Charles' eyes opened in shock, widening when he saw that it was indeed Verstappen. He wanted to say something but his throat was too dry. "Is this what you do when there's a break in races? Sex, drugs, alcohol?" Verstappen enquired.

Charles tried to talk and his throat let out a dry sound. Verstappen handed him a glass of water and he looked at it for a second before downing the whole thing - what's the worst that can happen if it's laced? He thought, resignedly, I'm already naked in his bed.

"I was high and I woke up naked in your bed. Is this what you do when we have a race break? Kidnap people and confront them about drugs while they're naked?"

Verstappen laughed, a sharp and loud sound, "I would hardly call it kidnapping when you begged me to come."

"I didn't."

"Oh?" He said in a stubborn way that made Charles want to punch him, "Look through your phone call history then."

The light blinded Charles and he groaned as he turned the brightness down. To his horror there were thirty three missed calls to Max and he'd left voicemails on every single one of them. He wanted to die.

Charles was about to let his head fall to the pillow before he thought the better of it, "Why am I naked, though?"

"You tried to get me to have sex with you and then gave me a so-called 'strip show' which made me want to bleach my eyes and then you cried when I wouldn't open them." If he deeply desired death earlier this was a whole new level of desire to disappear into the underworld.

After a while of Charles willing all the gods to kill him the silence was broken, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Then why are you taking drugs? How often do you do them?"

Charles shot him an annoyed look, "Not so often."

"So it wasn't your first time?"

"It just got too much but I'm fine."

Max sighed, "When we were kids there was something about you that was so . . . light but now it feels like it's gone. I can't remember it."

Charles didn't know why but he teared up, "I said I'm fine, Max."

"Bullshit."

Charles took a sharp inhale before looking at Max, "Okay," He said, manic with anger, "Maybe I'm not fine. Maybe my godfather crashed ten years ago and I still can't get over it, maybe I'm the reason my brother had to leave the sport we both loved for so long. Maybe I have horrible crushing depression but I am- fuck, I have to be fine." Charles was so drained that he didn't wait for a reply, instead closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

When he woke up he was still tucked into Max's bed and the curtains were still closed but there was a plate of pasta waiting for him on the dressing table and Max was sleeping in a chair. Charles ignored the food and got up, wrapping the duvet around himself and started looking for his clothes, "They're covered in vomit." Max's voice spoke from behind him and Charles turned, "Your clothes -" Max said, "You threw up on them but if you want you can borrow some of mine - and then burn them."

Charles rolled his eyes but didn't refuse the offer so Max got up and took a pair of his smallest looking shorts and a plain t-shirt out. "Do you need boxers?" It sounded like he was in physical pain at the idea.

"My room is next door."

Max sighed in relief and Charles ambled into the bathroom awkwardly clutching the duvet and the clothes. He was pretty sure he flashed Max four times but he didn't say anything.

AN // This chapter has two songs in it, if you find either that's a point towards Sunday having a chapter, if you find both, then you were paying more attention to this than I was (in my defence it was 3:00 AM and I ran out of coffee)

Anygays, that is Tuesday's chapter, I hope you guys enjoyed it :-)

Love,
Kai <3