i love you • formula one

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warning: mature content

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first person

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Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the room around me spinning. It felt like I was on the highest point of the rollercoaster, teetering on the edge of the largest drop. There was a soft thumping behind my left eye and I was reluctant to open them. I needed to grip onto the frame under the mattress to steady myself despite not moving. I don't know if it was the pain in my head that was suppressing me from even thinking about how I got this hammered, or whether I drank so much that I forgot. I really hate hangovers.

I groaned softly, reaching my other hand up to my forehead to try and shield my eyes from the light streaming through the cracks in the blinds. My window was to the right of my bed, so I was confused when the sun still hit my fave  despite putting a hand up. Reluctantly, I peeled open my eyes, squinting heavily. At first, everything was blurry. I could barely make out my bedside table when I rolled onto my left side. I was scrunching my nose up as well as squinting for ages just trying to see something, getting increasingly frustrated because I didn't usually need glasses. It was only when my vision was finally came back into focus that I realised that that was not my bedside table, or my lamp, or my laptop.

My breath caught in my throat and I froze. I was very aware of the fact that I was naked underneath the thin white bedsheet that wasn't mine, and that goosebumps were quick to form across my tan skin. A shiver ran up my spine and I was frightened to roll over. I was hoping and praying in my mind, despite the pain that cane from thinking, that I was alone in the bed and that there's a perfectly innocent explanation for this - for Nicky's sake.

When I eventually rolled over and saw that I, in fact, wasn't alone in the bed, my throat gurgled and a horrible taste formed in my mouth. I didn't think I was going to be sick, but I surely felt that way. I had shared a bed with Lando enough times to recognise the back of his head; he was laying beside me.

I must be dreaming. Reaching out a shaking hand, I gently pressed my fingers tips onto the soft skin on Lando's back. The warm skin squished slightly under my fingers until I hit muscle. I went to press down again, however he started to stir. My hand immediately shot back to my body and my heart pounded in my chest. I could hear it pumping over the thumping in my head, the whole ordeal just making me feel increasingly sick.

Lando grunted softly and pushed a hand through his hair. I remained frozen in position as he winced, "ow, my head."

I wanted to speak out, let him know that I was here, but my mouth was dry. My bottom lip trembled and I was so overcome with guilt that the corners of my eyes burned with tears. I wanted to remember so that I knew what happened, but at the same time I don't think I'd be able to cope with the reality. Did I really sleep with my best friend?

"Lando," I breathed out. My voice was so hoarse and quiet that I didn't think he had heard me. For a few moments, he was completely still, however I guessed it to just be shock when he suddenly turned over. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted.

"Ly? Wha- what are you doing in my bed?" He furrowed his brow and swallowed hard. "Oh no... did we-"

"I can't remember," my voice cracked as I spoke. All I could think about was Nicky.

Lando's eyes flicked downwards to my body before quickly returning to my face. I wrapped my arms a little tighter around my body, not wanting for him to see me naked even though he most likely did last night. "I'll get you a shirt to put on."