FORMULA LOVE

Desperate times call for desperate measures

"Sadie! SADIE. SADIE!"

Okay if this guy says my name one more time I'm definitely not dreaming.

"SADIE!"

Okay I'm not dreaming. My eyes burst open, startled by a strange awakening. I had to squint due to the world being so bright.

It's not usually so bright in a hotel room?

But then my senses started to gather together. I hear the birds chirping and sounds of water in front of me, the smell of chlorine and tropical weather. I touched what I thought was a bed but it was in fact not.

It was a sun-bed. And laying right next to me was Lando Norris. My eyes became wider than I thought possible and my mouth hung open in surprise.

Did I seriously fall asleep outside with him?

I quickly climb to my feet and stand in-front of the sleeping man. His curly hair was covering his face. His white shirt was riding up his stomach to expose his washboard abs. I quickly dart my eyes away and focus on my other surroundings.

Then I finally pay attention to the man who was screaming at me to wake up. "I was beginning to think you was dead Sayd." Lewis joked as he nudged my shoulder whilst surveying the man in-front of us.

He leant forwards and shook him awake. He too had the same reaction as me. He gave a expressionless look to us one that basically says "How did I sleep outside all night?"

Exactly my thoughts, Lando, exactly my thoughts.

"Morning sunshine." Lewis smiles brightly at him as he rubs his eyes.

"We leave in an hour Sadie." He tells me before quickly walking away. He seemed like he didn't want to be there longer than he had to.

And then it was just us two again.

"Hey so erm-" Lando starts but stops right in his tracks as I start sprinting off. I really don't know what possessed me but I just couldn't face the awkwardness. Please forgive me Lando.

I soon enough make it back to the hotel room and manage to pack all my clothes in record breaking time. I mean I'd only been here a couple days anyway. But the way I pack for a two day is the same as a normal person would pack for a week.

I took me 200 tries to manage to fit the clothes in to the suitcase. Every method failed until I went with the cliche K.O move. And soon enough that motherfucker was stuffed and in.

At 11am Jack and Sean had knocked to take my suitcase. As I handed it to them they told me a 'very important message', "Boss wants to see you in 10."

And that's exactly where I am now with the boss. In the lobby. He's leant back in his chair and I'm sat forwards anticipating what he's going to say. My mind plays a thousand thoughts - many consisting of dropping me from Mercedes which was my worst nightmare of course.

But he announced something entirely different.

"The Boss of Ferrari has sent over a letter about Charles' and your media agreement you both signed."

"Oh yeah, we then reversed that didn't we because we'll we're basically together now." I joke at him, wondering what his point was.

He took a long swig of his coffee in front of him before leaning forward in line with me.

"Binotto has reissued it."

WHAT.

"WHAT!" - exactly girlfriend.

"He got one of his team to send this to our hotel this morning. He and Charles have agreed that you can no longer contact him, Sainz or any team members or family members." Wolff tells me as he hands me a piece of paper.

Soon denial consumes me. "You have got to be fucking joking. This is a prank isn't it." I rise from my chair looking around at the cameras, "Okay guys! You've got me!"

Bet I look like a right idiot to the people passing by in the lobby.

"No, no Sadie. This is real you cannot contact him for the foreseeable future. It's out of my control."

I look at him dead in the eyes. He looked hurt too almost sorry for me.

Then reality sets in. I can't talk to Charles ever again!

What the fuck! And what makes even less sense is that he is also the one that issued it. This is a mistake surely.

My feet travel me out of the lobby and down to the steps outside the hotel. I brush my hair back and hold my head in my hands.

Don't cry Sadie. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

"Hey Sad-" I hear Lewis start to greet me before realising the mood I'm in. "Woah woah woah, what's happened?"

"Leclerc's signed a bludey agreement to not talk to me. Something about the media or some shit." I tell him handing him the piece of paper.

"He did fucking what!" His blood boils as he comes to sit next to me, taking the paper and slinging an arm round me. "Want me to talk to him?"

That would be a good idea ... if Lewis wasn't dragged into this too. "You can't, they made the agreement so that none of Mercedes could contact any of Ferrari."

"Oh come on Man! I love Carlos."

I look up at him with sympathetic eyes, even though he's pissed off he smiles at me pulling me in for a hug.

"We'll sort this out Sayd. Your the person who least of all needs this right now."

I squeeze him back as I rest my head on his shoulder.

Just because Charles made that doesn't mean I'm going to follow it. I can afford to break the rules every once in a while.

And besides I'm sure this is a misunderstanding and Charles didn't actually mean to request this.

                                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once I got home I went straight on to Charles' instagram page.

Nothing. All it said was USER NOT FOUND.

Sadness completely consumes me as I try to dry my now watery eyes.

I guess it is for real then. He wasn't fucking about.

I swiped off his profile back to the search list and found a potential pathway straight away.

Arthur Leclerc

I clicked on his profile and immediately became excited- I wasn't blocked. This is my way to talk to Charles and settle this.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Me: Hey Arthur you may not know me but I'm kind of dating your brother.

I chucked my phone on the end of my bed like a 15 year old girl texting her crush. Then I heard a ping come from my phone and rush to grab it back and open the message.

Arthur: I know exactly who you are. What's he done now?

Me: Basically created a restraining order against me and the whole of Mercedes. This sound familiar?

Arthur: Definitely

I let out a sigh of relief knowing I'm not the only one that this has happened t-

Arthur: Not

I turn my phone off and scream into my pillow. Arthur is the exact same as his brother. Same.Fucking. Humour.

I hear another ping as I'm mid- mental breakdown.

Arthur: Meet me on Wednesday 7pm sharp in central London. I'll try find out info before that as I'm living with him right now.

Me: Got it thanks so much.

[What do you all think Arthur's going to learn about his brothers shocking restraining order. Will Charles' let slip what he is truly hiding or will he be willing to tell his brother?!

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