So there you were. Wednesday night. Lewis would fly out to Canada tomorrow morning. And you were...... ok well you weren't fine but you were somewhere between regret and acceptance, and to be honest for you that felt like a good enough start. You flipped over your phone in your hands, silently praying that not one more person would tag you in that stupid photo. Oh well, you thought. You'd turned off your notifications anyway. Even posted a couple of cute photos of Roscoe and Coco to try and distract your fans (you hated calling them that because mostly they were Lewis's fans and creepy dudes who thought you were hot) but it hadn't worked. And you still hadn't spoken to Sebastian. He hadn't messaged you either after you aired him. Maybe he didn't care that much?
Your spiraling was interrupted by something light hitting the back of your head. It was your dad.
"What are you doing here?" you asked.
"Coming to tell you to pack a bag," he replied.
"No I mean here as in mine and Lewis's house... wait what?" Did he just say what you thought he said. Your face lit up.
"Lewis 'cant be bothered' to tell you himself. He wants you there!"
"Ok Dad!" you squeal and hug him tightly.
Smiling to yourself, you jog through to Lewis's room - the biggest room in the house of course. You were just hanging around until your modelling career took off, or maybe you'd meet a rich yacht owner off the south of France, or maybe even a footballer? OK your mid was drifting. The point was anything where you could travel the world as much as you could with Lewis's racing sounded like a dream to you. Next stop...
"CANADA! Here we come baby," you laughed, jumping on Lewis's bed. He looked up from his laptop. "I knew you'd forgive me, you can never stay mad at me..."
"I didn't. I just thought it would be worse of both of us if you weren't there - media wise. I know you've probably been having a hard time-"
"Haven't noticed,"
"But if I go there without you it'll look worse for me. And it's not like you're doing anything else so - " he looked up, then rolled his eyes. "And I kind of miss you...Duh." You jump to your feet, turning into the hall.
"Dad! It's ok we made up you can go home now" you shouted and heard a faint chuckle.
"Oh, no Dad's coming with us," Lewis smirked, looking back down at his laptop. Weird, you thought. You could have sworn your dad said he was working this weekend. "He's on Y/N watch. Looking after you to make sure you don't do anything that would embarrass me!"
You grimaced, but quickly turned it into a forced smile. Weighing up your options you settled on two deciding factors. 1) you NEEDED to see Sebastian again. 2) your dad was the most out of touch person when it came to your romances - as if you hadn't managed to sneak around behind his back before! Lewis had nothing to worry about, which is why you replied,
"Why on earth would I do something like that?"
A/N more quality y/n and Seb content coming up in the next installment
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Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)
FanfictionAs Lewis's sister there was one thing you absolutely should not be doing. But as you stared into those blue eyes, how could this not be exactly where you were meant to be?
