Requested by: @karma206
My arm hung around Lewis' arm as we walked into the main hall of the gala. I was in a floor length black gown, Lewis in a black tuxedo. I glanced around at all the other women at the gala, all looking like supermodels that should be on the cover of Vogue. My grip tightened on Lewis' arm as I began to become more self aware about my appearance, realising I look like some wannabe.
Lewis went off to the bar to get us some drinks as I sat at our table, gently tapping my fingers on the table to try and distract me from my surroundings. I watched as a beautiful blonde woman walked into the hall, she looked like a modern day Marilyn Monroe. She was wearing a tight fitting navy gown, showing off her amazing curves and cleavage. I looked down at my dress and started tapping my fingers a bit harder. Lewis returned with our drinks and we waited as the rest of the guests arrived, chatting about the decor of the hall and about some of the guests we saw.
A hand rested on Lewis' shoulder, I looked up to see the blonde woman standing above us, a huge smile plastered on her face. Lewis' face lit up as he stood up and engulfed her into a hug. He introduced me to Sophie, they'd met a few years ago on a photo shoot and were very good friends, despite the fact he'd never mentioned her in the three years we'd been dating. The way he looked at her, people would think she's the girlfriend and not me. I faked a smile as I felt like my lungs were collapsing in on themselves.
I excused myself and headed to the bar for another drink, realising the only way I could make it through the night was by getting ridiculously drunk. I stayed at the bar for a while, having a shot of sambuca in between each glass of champagne I had. Lewis hadn't noticed once where I had gotten to. I'd been over half an hour and not even a text, he was too focused on Sophie. I mean I guess that was okay, they were just good friends catching up. That's what I told myself at least to try and make myself feel slightly better.
"You alright (Y/N)?" I turned my head to see Sebastian standing next to me.
"Peachy." I took another shot as I watched the pair, Lewis' arm now around her waist. He was bent down slightly, Sophie whispering something in her his ear, causing him to burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Seb. We chatted for a little while, my words beginning to slur more as the conversation developed.
"I think I'm gonna go home."
"Do you want me to grab Lewis?" I turned my head to see Lewis, still with his arm around her and a smile brighter than the top of a Christmas tree. I closed my eyes to prevent any tears from forming and shook my head.
"No." My voice barely a whisper.
"Let me then," he said before he placed his hand on my back and led us out of the hall.
As we sat in Seb's Ferrari I watched the passing street lights, my head drifting to what Lewis was up to.
"Can I ask you something?" I rolled my head to face Seb, he looked over at me, a small frown beginning to form. "Can someone fall out of love?"
"I think if they do, you're better off without them."
Seb helped me to the front door and I thanked him for all his help before saying goodbye. I went upstairs and took my makeup off and got changed into some pyjamas before climbing into bed. I texted Lewis and let him know I'd gone home before plugging my phone in and closing my eyes.
My eyes jolted open as a loud bang broke me from my sleep. I looked over at my phone, it was five in the morning. Lewis opened the bedroom door and quietly climbed into the other side of the bed.
"Where were you?" I whispered but he didn't respond.
The next few weeks were painful, it had gone from being two lovesick teenagers to as if we were acquaintances. He wouldn't call me back after races, I'd just get a half arsed text with some shitty apology and a promise that he'd call later. He never did.
Lewis was in Brazil, the race was about to start any minute. I was watching from home, cuddled up on the sofa in a blanket, scrolling through Instagram as I waited for the formation lap to begin. My focus from the tv when I saw a post from Lewis' friend Sophie.
Pregnant.
Tears pricked my eyes as the lights went out on the grid. Everything began to piece together. There was a reason he came in at five in the morning. There was a reason he'd been avoiding me as much as possible since that night. I threw my phone to the other end of the sofa and I cried through the whole race. I felt ashamed to admit it but I was glad Lewis' race ended up going terribly by the end of it. It was karma.
Lewis hadn't messaged once after the race and I was for once glad. I didn't want to hear anything he had to say.
He arrived home the next day. I was sat on our bed, everything I owned packed in suitcases next to the bedroom door. I could hear him slowly walk up the stairs. I took a deep breath, reciting everything I'd planned to say in my head. The door opened and Lewis entered the room, he didn't even look at me.
"Is it true?" I asked. He stopped and looked over at me. Dark bags sat under his eyes, he must've been very jet lagged.
"Is what true?" he asked rolling his eyes.
"Did you get her pregnant?"
"Yes." I took another deep breath, refusing to shed a single tear in front of him.
"Why? Why her? Why not me?"
"Do you really need an explanation? It may have been love for you but for me it was lust."
I thought back to the question I'd asked Seb on the night of the gala and almost laughter at how stupid of a question it was.
I stood up and walked close to him, his eyes glaring into the back of my skull.
"I hope you learn how to love before your child is born."
I grabbed my bags and left walked out, not wasting another second of my time on him.
I deserved better.
