FORMULA LOVE

Relieved

Arthur begins to explain but the TV in-front catches my eye. I stand up pointing at the screen and Arthur too, turns around in unison. And before I knew it everyone in the pub was staring at Charles on the TV.

"Hey! turn that up please." I demand to the waiter working at the bar. As soon as he looks up at me and realised who I was he basically fell over the whole pub just to reach the remote.

I watch as the volume increases from 10 to 30 and I could hear it much clearer.

"What have you done now you fucker." Arthur says next to me still drinking his beverage. He sounded quite sincere - like he wasn't expecting it to be good news.

I arched my eyebrow in unison until I heard my name - I shifted my complete focus to the TV not paying attention to the eyes watching me.

"Charles Leclerc as we have now inferred is the ex of Sadie Brando as of 3 days ago. The Ferrari driver has had a tape leaked of him describing his ex girlfriend - when we heard it for ourselves it was very unpleasant."

My mouth hung open listening to the broadcaster.

"Damn girl, you and my brother sure do get into trouble with scandals don't ya?" Arthur says trying to lighten the mood. I put my finger up to tell him to shut up and he did. Thankfully.

This can't be true. Charles would never had said something bad about me. In the beginning we had rivalry but that was just pure rivalry - not hatred. Right? 

Then before I knew it the tape started playing:

"What do you think about Sadie Brando?" Lucia asked Charles.

"Worst driver ever!" I hear Leclerc slur his unpleasant words.

"I dare you to pretend to be jealous that she is basically on a date with Lando. Stop her in the bathroom. Why don't you get that bad boy persona back of yours, huh?."

"Easy as pie. Sadie's easy anyway, even heard she's got some brother that had cancer way back."

My heart started to break. And a lump had formed in my throat. How could he talk about Mattie like that? How could he talk about anyone like that.

"I'll just talk to her about that - make her vulnerable. That girl has got bad stuff just waiting to happen all around her. About time I get my "bad boy/ heartbreaker" self back."

Yep my heart has split into two.

I hadn't even realised that everyone's eyes were on me now as I'd had my head down to the floor.

I was utterly fuming at Charles. We have had trouble in the past and this was at the first ever Grand Prix I've had, but the way he spoke about me and especially my brother. I cannot forgive him for that.

I look around and then to Arthur for support. He too has his mouth hung open. He had no idea what to say and neither did I to be honest. I just couldn't stand being in there anymore.

And with that thought I ran as fast as I could out onto the car park - as I managed to find my Bentley in the pouring rain.

Oh how ironic! Pathetic fallacy at its finest.

But just as I was about to close the door it was held open by strong arms. "Sadie I wanted to tell you about all this before it all came out. Charles never meant what he said. It's a miss understanding." Arthur shouts to me over the noise of the heavy rain.

"You fucking knew!"

He was drenched now from head to toe, his black shirt was stuck to his tanned and muscular body. He was the literal image of his brother.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. I've got to go. Thanks for meeting me." I say to him, brushing him off before closing my door and speeding away. He doesn't protest but instead stands there in the rear view mirror watching me leave.

I'd imagine he wanted to apologise on his brothers behalf. But that won't do anything. Charles is just a liar and a user - a spiteful one. I let him him into my life not realising what he had said about me. To his ex girlfriend and most likely to every other driver.

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I drove around for what seemed like hours. And indeed it was - 5 hours. The clock struck twelve on my phone as I glanced at it. I needed go find somewhere to stay. I couldn't go back to my mums or Ellie's, their probably asleep.

Luckily, I found a hotel right in the heart of London. Hopefully they have space, I thought to myself as I jumped out of the car.

I made my way up the old looking steps towards the doorman who greeted me with a big grin. Looking genuinely happy which was not my mood right now. But nevertheless I gave him back a small smile as he let me through. Once at reception I waste no time in booking a room.

I wanted to go to sleep now and wake up and for all this mess to be over. But that wouldn't happen, not with the tons of people who have seen the news tonight - including the receptionist and her colleagues who were staring up at the news.

It's been 5 hours since it first aired. Why is it being re-ran. Just what I need.

"I feel so bad for Sadie poor-"

I interrupted the front desks' conversation awkwardly. They was talking about me and I magically appeared in-front of them. Trust me I'd be weirded out too.

"Hey could I get a room please?" I ask politely wanting to leave as soon as possible. They were all staring at me like I was fragile, like I'd break or explode any second from now.

"Yes of course madam. Is the 6th floor okay for you?"

I must hand it to the woman - she knows how to be a professional. Which most people say I lack in that department.

I nod my head at her. I already felt the first wave of emotions coming. In the car I was just numb but now I had to face people.

"Okay that will be-" She starts before someone cuts in.

"Oh no put that on my card."

My eyes go wide. Who the fuck is standing behind me and being so nice. I whip my head around finding Lando Norris gripping his cheek.

What happened?

"Thanks Sayd. Just whipped my cheek." He laughs whilst pretending to be hurt as he slides his card over to the woman.

For the first time this night I actually laughed out loud. Weird, I thought.

"Sorry Lando." Me being the nice person I am took his hurt cheek in my hand. I regretted it after a while after the whole room fell silent - watching me and Lando's exchange. I retrieved my hand from his cheek and stood awkwardly back.

"Tha- thanks so much for the room. You really don't have to." I tell him trying to hide the redness from my cheeks.

"No problem. I'm staying here too tonight so I'll maybe see you tomorrow?"

"Maybe." I reply taking the card from the receptionist - giving it to Lando and then walking towards the lift.

Lando walks backwards until he's out of the hotel doors probably out to party. Smirking at me the whole way with his piercing blue eyes and contagious smile, his dark hair falling over his face.

Now, I'd be lying if I said that wasn't making me flustered.