Going Public - Lewis Hamilton

Going Public - Lewis Hamilton

Summary : after date night, Lewis is trying to convince Y/N to go public and to stop keeping their relationship a secret

“It could be simpler, you know,” Lewis put his seatbelt on and started the car. “What do you mean, babe?” Frowning, you put your purse on your lap and looked at him as he immediately lowered the volume of the radio. You and Lewis had just spent the evening at a restaurant and as usual when you two went together in public, you had to be quick whenever you went outside and everything was pretty rushed and stressful for the both of you.

“We’ve been together for months now.. I think that maybe now would be the time to stop being so secretive about our relationship. What do you think?” He looked at you quickly before focusing his eyes back on the road. It was pretty late in the evening, the inside of the car was dark and the only kind of light you got were from the street lights. Lewis was wearing all black, the street lights reflecting in his golden jewelry - earrings, rings and bracelets. He knew how much you loved golden jewelry on him

You two had been together for at least 8 months at that point and your relationship was strong. Despite the fact that you were both living two opposite lives when you first met, you two had a connection that always felt natural and easy. The thing was that you also loved the life that you had built for yourself before you even met him. Despite the love that you had for him, you knew you had worked hard to make your own money and to have your own place and your independence, and you didn’t feel ready yet to let go of everything that you had built for yourself. That side of your personality was one of the reasons why Lewis fell so hard for you when he really didn’t expect it to happen... but then, a few months later, even though he had never explicitly told you about it up until that point, he was starting to feel like it was time to make some adjustments so that your relationship could be more enjoyable for you both.

“I’m just saying, babe - it could be simpler,” he insisted when he stopped at a red light. “Do you mean.. it could be simpler if our relationship was public?” “Yes, that’s what I mean,” he checked the rear view mirror, looking more tense than he usually did, as usual when he was the one driving. You drove on the way to the restaurant and he insisted on driving the way back even though you offered to drive again. He always felt competitive on the road and drove recklessly in your opinion, which always made you nervous even though you knew he never would’ve deliberately put you in danger. “I mean, why not? I never really thought about it in depth, hun,” he wheezed, shaking his head, surprised by your answer, and started driving again, “you’ve ‘never really thought about it?’” “I didn’t mean it like that, Lew. And I thought you were okay with us not being public,” “I was -I mean, I’m okay with it I guess-“ you thought he was going to continue but he didn’t, and he turned his gaze to the road again, clearly searching for the right words. “It’s just that I don’t mind staying in the shadows at all, I don’t need attention from the media or the fans. I’m good if all the attention is just on you; you and your career are the priority anyway,”. You were aware that saying that while talking about any other relationship would be a huge red flag, but your relationship with Lewis was completely different. You knew his priority was his career and you respected that, and treated it as your priority as well. He stayed focused on it too, though a lot of things changed his perspective on things when he fell in love with you - and he made sure you knew you were also one of his priorities. There were a few seconds of silence until the light turned green and he started driving again. “I know that; I know you don’t want attention from the public and the media. You know, I know that maybe I’m being selfish.. but it would be easier for me, that’s all,” he cleared his throat and continued, “Think about it; you fly multiple times a month to see me anyway. When I’m not working, I’m with you when you’re here or I’m just constantly on my phone, talking to you whenever possible,” you were quite surprised by what he was saying, as he never expressed any real desire for going public before. Plus, it was rare for him to talk in length about his feelings, even with you. “When I see the other guys with their girlfriends and wives, I just wish you were there too sometimes. I could do the same and have you there with me too, and not be in love in secret like we’re hiding something bad or something. I truly don’t give a shit about what people might think, in case you’re wondering. I haven’t been linked to any other women since I’ve met you, and things have changed a lot in my life these past few months anyway.. I don’t see why me being in a relationship publicly would be a problem,” he stopped at another red light and looked at you again, waiting for you to react. “Honey, I had no idea you were feeling that way,” you said sincerely. “Well I do, I’d love to have you with me just on race days for example. That would change a lot of things for me - positively. And date nights like this one could be so much nicer. Not having to be in a rush and hide, and having to find a place where we won’t be seen. It could happen more often too. I’d feel much more comfortable in general, you know,” his hand went on your thigh and you laced your fingers with his instinctively. You were wearing a dress that night, and the feeling of his warm, soft hand on your thigh made you shiver. You had a thing for his hands and his soft touch - that, he knew as well. “I hear you. You’re right, we’ve been together for a while now, and maybe it’s time to take things to the next level,”

To you he was just Lew, not Lewis Hamilton, the Legend everyone knew him to be. He was the man who left tender kisses on your bare back the mornings when you were still sleeping and he had to go workout, the man that cuddled with you for hours while watching movies, the man that made you cry from laughter sometimes multiple times a day, the man with whom you had pillow fights in the middle of the night sometimes. He was always so tender, protective and loving to you; he showed you a completely different side of him and you cherished that. He planned romantic dates, surprised you, took care of you in every way a woman would love to be taken care of. He was also the person that taught you how to surf - and that became one of your favorite activities to do together. You loved how close he was with his parents, and you got on really well with them. You felt so lucky every day for the life that you had in that moment of your life, and you truly cherished your relationship with Lewis. The only downside to your relationship with him was the fame and all the pressure that came with it, especially for him. Other than that, he was the perfect boyfriend - despite his reputation with women and the bachelor lifestyle he had before meeting you.

He leaned in for a kiss, and you gently put your hand on his jawline to kiss him. Him being that close, you could smell his cologne (which has become such a comforting smell to you) more strongly. You felt his soft skin under your fingers, as well as his beard. He broke the kiss and quickly said “will you please come with me to the next race?”, and then pecked your lips again quickly. “Please?” he pulled away and you couldn’t help but melt inside. You thought he was just too cute for words sometimes. “The next race - already?” He focused back on the road and started driving again “why not?” “I wasn’t even supposed to join you that weekend, Lew,” “… But I’d like you to,” you didn’t say anything, thinking about it. You loved spending time with him, but sometimes balancing your normal life, including your average full time job, and Lewis’ lifestyle was difficult for you. You told yourself you’d bring it up soon, since Lewis wanted to take things to the next level anyway. “You know what - I’m in. If you want me there, then I’ll be there,” you smiled.

“If you want me there then I’ll be there” was something you told him every time he invited you somewhere. No matter what, he knew that you’d show up for him when he wanted/needed you to. He turned to you again with sparkling eyes, not being able to keep himself from smiling like a kid, “Alright then, I’ll make all the arrangements. Does Friday evening to Sunday evening sound good?” “Yes, Sir,”. He kept his focus on the road, unable to keep himself from smiling “I’m happy, baby. I can’t wait”