You Need Me

Driving

"Trent, you gonna have to put this helmet on." I hand him a red helmet from the rack.

"Okay." He takes the helmet from me and he pulls it over his head. I make sure that it is all strapped up properly and I flip the visor up.

"That feel okay?" I question and look into his eyes.

"Fine." Even though I can't see his mouth I can tell that he has a smile upon his face.

"Right, there is an electronic earpiece that is Bluetooth connected to my own so we will be able to hear each other better when we are in the car. I never really use it though, only when I do big races and tracks that I have never done before." I explain and slip on my own helmet. I switch on my microphone and then I switch on his own.

"How fast does this thing go?" Trent questions and runs his hand along the bonnet of my blue Porsche.

"Two hundred and eleven miles per hour which is three hundred and thirty one kilometres per hour. Never gone that fast though, Kyle reckons that it would be too dangerous to even try." I flip my black visor up and unlock my vehicle.

Trent goes silent for a moment and focuses on the car before I hear his voice again. "So are you and Kyle, like a thing or...because you two seem a bit cosy with each other and..."

"No, no, no. Me and Kyle would never, he is just a good mate and a good manager. He's got a wife and I had someone else. I don't think I could ever even think of him that way." A hint of sadness echoes in my voice as I am reminded of Adam.

"You still have him, Nat, you always will." Trent attempts to make me feel better but I just keep quiet and get in the car.

He gets in the passenger seat. "Anyway, are you ready?" I start up the engine.

"Hell yeah."

"Seatbelt on please," I order and we both pull the strap across our bodies. "Right, let's go."

I pull out of the garage and go out onto the track. I stop at the starting line and turn to Trent. My fingers push his visor down over his eyes and I do the same with my own. "How long are we gonna go for?"

"Depends on how long it takes you to piss your pants." I giggle and I can sense the glare that Trent is burning into my helmet.

I do a quick safety check round the inside and then get more comfortable in my seat. "Okay let's do this." Trent mumbles more to himself than me and I grasp the driving wheel with my gloved hands.

I don't say anything I just slam my foot on the accelerator and we speed off down the track. Trent grips onto the seat tightly as I do a sharp corner with a drift and I can sense that he is scared.

I decide to go faster so he can get a true taster on how fast I have to go to maintain or try and get first place. The car goes over a bump in the track and Trent grasps the metal support as he sways around in the car a bit. "Shitting hell!" He curses as we go round another sharp corner.

A small smile crosses my face and I come to a stop by the starting line once again. "How was that?" I ask taking off my helmet and brushing any stray bits of my hair back from my face.

Trent also takes his helmet off and he is sweating. His cheeks are rosy red and his eyes are a tad wider than usual. "How can you deal with that everyday?" He breathes and opens the door to let some cool air hit his hot face. "How fast did we just go?"

"Only one hundred and thirty miles per hour, but that ain't nothing compared to what I have to go sometimes when I have opponents. The important question is did you enjoy it?"

"Yeah, wait, one hundred and thirty? Fuck! I thought we were at least going two hundred." He wiped sweat from his brow in shock.

"No I didn't wanna kill you, Arnold, it's too much fun beating you at FIFA," I send him an amused smirk. "Right shut the door and I'll get this thing back in the garage."

Trent shuts the door and I drive it back into the garage. I pull out the keys and am the first to get out of the car. "I'm pretty sure I shat myself at one point." He jokes as he gets out of the vehicle.

"Adam almost did when I first took him round the track but we were only like sixteen." I put my helmet on the rack and slip my gloves off from my sweaty hands.

"I bet he did." He puts his arm on my shoulder and places his helmet next to mine.

"Anyway, I'm coming to the Liverpool Vs Man City match Thursday." I change the subject quickly and Trent removes his arm from my shoulder.

"Sick, I'll make sure that I'll play my best then."

"That's what you said before we played FIFA." I raise my eyebrows and lock up my vehicle.

"I swear I'm better at actual football than I am at FIFA."

"Don't worry, I watch almost every Liverpool game, Trent, I know how good you are." I tap my nose and smile.

He turns the light off to the garage and we both walk out of the track together. When we get to his car, we stop and I look up into his brown eyes. "I'll see you Thursday then?" He tilts his head at me.

"Thursday." I nod.

"It's been nice spending time with you, Nat." He bites his lip and gets into his car

"Same here, we'll do it again sometime."

"Defo."

"Drive safe Trent."

"Any driving is safe compared to what I just experienced." Trent jokes and I giggle.

"Bye, bye."

"See ya." I watch him as he drives out of the car park and I begin walking back to my apartment with a huge grin on my face.

* * *

It's the Wednesday before the Liverpool Vs Man City match and I am driving to the cemetery where Adam is buried.

I haven't been able to bring myself to go there since the funeral, the thought of going back to the place where I watched his coffin be lowered into makes my heart pang painfully.

When I come to the car park a lump has already formed in my throat, my hands are shaking as I open my car door and I feel physically sick as I walk down the many paths that go past the many graves of different people.

Then I find his grave. Where my boyfriend is buried.

I collapse onto the grass and put the flowers at the foot of the marble. I feel the tears begin to brim my eyes and I wipe my nose on my sleeve trying to hold back my emotions. "Hi, Adam," I croak and a sad smile appears on my face. "I can't believe that it's been three months now since and I miss you more and more," A tear escapes from my eye and trickles down my cheek. "Life is going okay at the moment if you consider losing the one you love and managing to continue on as going okay. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of you. Your smile still brings a smile to my face even if you aren't here, you laugh is still music to my ears and I would give anything to have you hold me in your arms again.

"I miss you too much and it hurts so much," The tears are seriously streaming down my cheeks now and I stare at his name etched on the marble gravestone in front of me. "There is someone who has been helping me cope better without you. His name is Trent, you know that amazing defender for Liverpool. He is something and I have to admit he is a great guy. But not as great as you. I took him for a drive the other day and I am pretty sure he crapped himself just like you did when I took you when we were sixteen. We had some good times together, Ads, times that I won't ever forget, they are too special to forget. I love you Adam and don't you ever forget that, even if you are up in the stars, I still love you wherever you are."

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Hi peeps,

What do you think of this chapter? A bit of a rollercoaster of emotions and tones in this chapter to be honest.

Anyways I see you guys next week,

Daisy xxx