MONACO GRAND PRIX 2021

PRIVATE MESSAGE BETWEEN CHARLOTTE SINE AND ALLIE LAWSON

*al💍 sent you a message*

GIRL
WHERE ARE YOU IM
I'M STOOD OUTSIDE THE FERARRI GARAGE
I LOOK LIKE A DICKHEAD

WERE NEARLY HERE I PROMISE
CHARLES INSISTED HIS HAIR WAS
A WRECK SO HE WENT TO SORT IT OUT

YOURE BOYFRIENDS SO SELF OBSORBED

irk 🙄
BUT I PROMISE WERE NEARLY THERE

OKAY
HURRY
I THINK PEOPLE THINK I'M CRAZY

they aren't wrong

girl-

🙃❤️

❤️

REAL LIFE

Allie closed her phone and placed it back in her pocket. She had been stood outside the Ferarri garage for around ten minutes, waiting for Charlotte to get there. She was just about to go away and perhaps find a small coffee stand where she could grab a drink, when she heard someone call her name.

Allie turned around and saw a blonde jogging towards her, dressed in a white team polo shirt, and black jeans. His hair blew slightly in the wind, which covered his eyes, making it harder for him to run.

Mick.

The black haired girl stopped, allowing Mick to catch up to her. He stopped a few steps in front of her and smiled at her. "Hi, uh, how-how are you?" he asked.

Allie had to remind herself that this boy was a prick so she didn't fall back in love with the playful expression Mick had. "Yeah good. You?"

"Yeah fine." his answer was short, and didn't feel right. It was forced, Allie could tell. She frowned, but shook it off. "Uh - I just wondered if... if I could have a word. Maybe somewhere, more private?"

Mick's expression became more serious. "Yeah, yeah of course uh, my drivers room is free?"

"Sure."

The walk to Mick's room was silent and awkward. The two ex's stayed far enough away from eachother so that they wouldn't have to make small talk. Allie quickly sent a message to Charlotte, telling her where she would be.

char I'm with mick

WHAT
THINK WE SKIPPED A FEW CHAPTERS
AS IN SCHUMI?

yeah, talking things over so don't freak out when I'm not outside the ferrari garage lmao

got it
bestie be careful
ily xxx

ilyt xxx

The pair reached Mick's driver room, and Mick opened the door for Allie to walk inside, which she did, seating herself on the edge of the small sofa.

Mick closed the door after he walked in and sat on the table opposite the sofa. "How have you been?"

"Did you really just ask-"

"Look I've never done this before okay. Sorry, that probably wasn't the best conversation starter." Mick rambled.

Allie sighed. "It's okay. Look, I just wanted to get your word on something. I-" she hesitated before going on "I spoke to Callum a couple of weeks back."

Mick's eyes widened, but he played it cool. "Okay..."

"He told me that... don't be angry at Cal about any of this okay?"

"Why would I-"

"Mick I'm serious"

"Right okay sorry. I promise."

Allie looked Mick in the eyes for a few seconds, holding his gaze. "He told me about you, being-"

"Hostile, angry, emotional, distressed?" Mick finished.

Allie frowned.

"Yeah. I've been a wreck. And I know how that sounds-"

"Know how that sounds? Are you kidding me right now Mick? Are you seriously telling me you've been a wreck, when you dumped me, over the phone, for Andrea. Fucking Andrea."

"Allie-"

"I just want to know why." She said, her gaze still stone cold.

Mick gulped. "I can't tell you."

"Why not."

"Because."

Allie scoffed at him. "That's not a valid answer."

"Well what do you want me to say Al? What? You want me to tell you how I spent ever night crying after I ended it with you? About how Andrea fucking pushed me around, made me do it? You want me to explain why I dumped you? Fine. I'll fucking explain. Andrea took everything I own. And I mean everything. She took my money, all my shit, I don't fucking know how. Started getting fake photos of fake texts about people I love, like you and my mates. Started blackmailing me. First it was just the money she wanted. Then she didn't want me to not see Callum or Charles. When I said no she told Kelly I'd been a slagging her off."

Allies mouth was wide open.

"So when I stopped seeing Cal and Charles I thought that'd be it and she'd lay off me. Then she told me to dump you."

"What did she have on you?"

"I told you, like fake texts that she made to look like I'd sent. Stuff about Charles and Callum, you. I didn't want anyone getting hurt by it so I did what she wanted."

"No, I mean, what did she have on you when she asked you to break it off with me? What was so bad you did it?"

Mick didn't answer at first, debating whether or not he should. "She-" he took a deap breath. "She threatened to tell everyone you were-"

Mick put his head in his hands. Allie hesitated for a moment, before standing up and walking over to him. She took his hands into hers and lowered them from his face. Mick looked up at her, his eyes slowly starting to tear up. "What was she going to do?"

"She said... she would tip some journalist off that you were, pregnant. That it was Max's. I know you're not but... with the press, it would have been a massive deal. For Max and you."

Allie dropped Mick's hands. She didn't know what to say. Andrea was sick, she was a phycopath. Who in their right mind would threaten to tell people someone was pregnant when they weren't? Just for some boy to date them?

"Allie I should have just said no. I'm so sorry, but I thought I could protect you from backlash and from her-"

"Mick-"

"No , I need to get all this out. It was stupid of me to think that leaving you was the better option. I tried to forget you, I really did. But I couldn't let you go. I'm assuming Cal told you about when he found me crying?" he paused for Allie to answer, and she nodded, allowing him to continue. "I genuinely couldn't go five minutes without thinking about you. It was driving me insane. I couldn't talk to you I couldn't reach out. It killed me."

"That's... partly what I needed to talk to you about." Allie cut in softly. Mick frowned, and Allie proceeded to take her phone from her shorts pocket and opened the screen shots from the chat she'd had with Andrea through Mick's phone. Mick took the phone from her and began to read the messages. His eyes widened and he looked back up to Allie. "Al, I swear I didn't send these to you."

"I gathered, after what Cal told me." Allie assured him. Mick seemed to realise what had happened. And gave Allie back her phone. "I can't do this anymore." he muttered.

Mick jumped off of the table and walked towards the door. Allie stood still, still trying to understand what he was doing, until her turned to her and held his hand out to her. "I need to make this right."

Allie hesitated before taking his hand. Mick pulled them out of the drivers room and the pair walked hand in hand towards the coffee bar in the Haas garage. A familiar blonde ditch girl was sat on one of the stools, sipping out of a cardboard cup, hair curled and skirt hitched up on her thigh.

"Andrea." Mick said firmly. Andrea turned around and smiled at her boyfriend, only for it to be wiped clean off her face when she spotted who he was holding hands with. Allie immediately let go of Mick's hand, letting it drop to her side, avoiding Andrea's gaze. This was not what she had expected.

"We've got to talk." Mick said.

"Whatever for? Allie lovely to see you dear." Allie glared at Andrea, holding her tougne as much as possible.

"Andrea get up."

Andrea's eyes widened at Mick's forceful tone but got up anyways. She walked over to Mick and went to put her arm round his shoulder until he brushed her off. "Mick baby what's the matter?"

"Don't- just don't" Mick was a fry and Allie could tell if Andrea kept on, he would explode.

"Look" she began, "we need to talk to you right now."

Andrea turned to Allie. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Yes you are." It was Mick who spoke. When he could see Andrea was about to speak, he got closer to her and spoke more quietly so no one around them could hear. "Look, I think you can gather I'm dumping you either way. So either you come with us and I do it somewhere more private, or I can do it right here and make a massive scene."

Andrea looked slightly scared now. She began to walk with them towards Mick's driver room. When they entered, Andrea didn't dare say anything.

It was a few seconds before Mick spoke."Are you insane?"

Andrea gulped.

"Are you actually insane? What in your head though that this was a good idea?"

"Worked didn't it? You dumped her."

"You're a bitch Andrea. A right, stone cold bitch. You don't deserve to find love properly. You don't deserve any of it." Mick shook his head at her. "I'm not doing this anymore okay? We're done. You can threaten me all you like. I'm not doing it."

Andrea stood still. "Fine. But just so you know, you wont be getting anything back."

"Oh yes he will." It was Allie who spoke this time. Andrea turned to her, he glare stone cold. "If Mick doesn't get anything you took back, I've got plenty of screen shots sat in my camera role which I bet the press would just love to get their hands on. Reckon Gucci would still want you? Reckon anyone would want you for that matter?"

Andrea clenched her jaw, but didn't speak. She pushed passed Mick and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Mick's sighed and slumped down on the sofa, head in his hands." I should have done that ages ago.

Allie sat beside him and took his hand in hers. Mick looked up at her as she spoke."I'm not going to sugar coat this. You should done it earlier. Not for me, for you. She's a fucking phyco. She fucked you up."

Mick nodded in agreement. She had fucked him up.

"I just need you to know I'm not going to make this easy for you."

Mick looked up at her, knowing exactly what she meant. "I know. I want you back but, I've been a prick. Just because I broke up with her, you're not going to come crawling back. I know."

Allie nodded. No matter how much she had missed him, how much she truly loved him, she couldn't just magically forget everything she'd gone through in the past couple of months. She loved him too much to just be used and disguarded.

Mick shifted slightly so he was facing Allie completely. "I just need you to know, I'm not going to give up on you. It will take a while I know, but I'm going to keep trying. I never want to loose you again. I would do anything to get you back. I am so, so sorry for everything I put you through."

"Thank you." Allie muttered. It was only now she realised she was still holding Mick's hand. She didn't want to let go.

Mick's eyes flickered from Allie's eyes, to her lips, then back again. Allie did the same, looked from Mick's eyes to his lips, and back again. Mick shifted closer to Allie, testing the waters. When Allie didn't move, he lifted his other hand up to cup her cheek. They inched closer to eachother until their foreheads touched. A few seconds passed, before Mick connected their lips.

The kiss was slow and delicate, like Mick was trying make it last. It would be a while until they could do it again. When they pulled away, they kept close, foreheads still touching.

"I guess that's part of my apology." Mick chuckled.

Allie let out a breathy laugh. She was about to say something when her phone buzzed. She looked to see five missed messages from Charlotte asking her whether she'd died. "I better go. Charlotte's probably planning the funeral as we speak."

Mick laughed. A genuine laugh. "I'll make it up to you." he promised.

Allie smiled at him, before standing up slowly. Mick followed her and opened the door for her. She thanked him, and before she left, she turned back around and placed a kiss on his cheek. She turned back around and hurried off to the Ferrari garage, leaving Mick a smiling mess.

He would do anything humanly possible to get Allie back. Because he loved her.

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the end

jokes

kinda