FIFTEEN

Zahra Bailey woke up in the early morning besides a man that she did not immediately recognise, since she had gone out drinking with Sebastian, Daniel and some other drivers the night before.

The white sheets of the bed she was laying in were softly covering her body with the man's arm wrapped over her waist. His breathing was slow and steady which signalled that he was asleep.

She reached for her phone which had been thrown on to the side table beside the bed in the room that she was in, which was definitely not her own.

She desperately unlocked her phone, before snapping a quick photo of the man's face and sent it to her best friend, hoping that she knew who she had hooked up with.

Track star:
Lis
Help
Help
Help
Who is he
I don't know who he is
Help
LIS WAKE UP

Terminator:
Jeez I'm awake calm down
I just came out the shower
Looks like a Mercedes mechanic called Nick by the way
Congratulations
For real though
You okay?
Where are you?
Are you safe?
Need me to pick you up?
Need me to punch him?

Track star:
sent you my location
come and get me please

Terminator:
leaving already
Be there in 5

Less than five minutes later, Larissa had pulled up outside the hotel that held the location of her best friend and waited for less than 10 seconds before she caught sight of her best friend running out of the lobby of the hotel.

The door opened and closed rapidly as Larissa sped away, her foot to the floor of her car which was coincidentally, a Mercedes.

"Water is the glove box." Larissa spoke, handing her a pill without question. "Take this, just in case."

Zahra nodded immediately, grabbing the water bottle and gulping it down as soon as she had placed the pill in her mouth.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?" Zahra spoke shyly to her best friend as they pulled up somewhere that wasn't her best friends hotel.

"No. What food do you want? You need breakfast." Larissa spoke as she arrived at a drive thru restaurant. Zahra stared at her in surprise before speaking and ordering.

"You're not mad?"

Larissa shrugged as she sipped on her drink. "Why would I be mad?"

Zahra gulped. "I mean, the whole Ferrari thing, and then having to pick me up, surely you've got to be mad at me?"

Larissa shook her head with a small smile. "I'm not happy about the Ferrari thing, but I'm not mad. As for today, I don't care, what I care about is that you're safe and unhurt."

The Brazilian turned to face her best friend with a raised eyebrow. "How can I be mad at you, when you've risked your own life to save mine, multiple times on track?"

Zahra's eyes filled with tears as she breathed a sigh of relief. "I swear, I'll never try and force you to go to Ferrari again."

"You better not, or I'll show Valterri all your embarrassing photos." Larissa smirked as Zahra gasped before the pair burst in to laughter.

"I will never want to go anywhere near Ferrari, Z. They took my whole life from me when they sent my dad out knowing that the brakes were not working." Larissa admitted once the laughter had died down.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted you to be in contention for a championship title. I'm so sorry." Zahra apologised, feeling relief when her best friend squeezed her hand.

"I'm always gonna be in contention for a championship title, not matter what car I'm in. I've got the best supporter in the world." Larissa smiled softly at the dark skinned woman.

"You do indeed, it's why I'm the CEO of the Larissa Cohen fan club." Zahra giggled.

"I was talking about Yuki."

"YOU BITCH!"

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"I still can't believe you own a yacht."

Lando Norris scoffed in disbelief as he boarded the yacht, along with multiple drivers from Formula one and some of his friends.

"Get used to it, kid. Lara, here hosts the best yacht parties." Daniel Ricciardo smiled as filmed his Brazilian friend on his phone.

"Well I do, when someone isn't carrying me."

Larissa rolled her eyes as she was carried on board her yacht by Nico Hulkenburg. Nico grinned, carrying her over his shoulder as his other hand held his suitcase.

"Brazil, you're the host, us guests are just looking after you." Nico teased as he boarded the yacht, with his team mate Carlos close behind him as the Spanish man carried her suitcase.

"I will drown you." Larissa glared at the back of the German man, before she scowled at the small giggles leaving the man's team mate, behind them. "I'll drown you too, Sainz."

"You can't drown f1 drivers!" Lando gasped dramatically.

"No? Well in that case, I can drown an f2 driver then." Larissa laughed as the Norris boy ran off as Daniel gave chase, running after him.

"Has Lando even been on your boat before?" Alex Albon smiled as he walked past his friend, ruffling her hair.

"Nope, he's like a grandpa usually. Boring." The Brazilian winked before releasing a squeal as the Hulkenburg man almost dropped her.

"Sorry, Brazil. I missed a step." Nico apologised, having almost fell down and injured the girl due to not seeing the last step.

"Checo, can you help me and save me?" Larissa begged as the Mexican man came in to her view.

Larissa cheered in victory as the Mexican man lifted her off the German's shoulder and placed her on the ground carefully.

"Conejito, is that better?" Sergio Perez smiled, though it dropped instantly as he saw as she wobbled as soon as her feet touched the ground. Her face quickly drained of color, looking almost grey.

"Conejito, are you okay?" The Mexican questioned, worry laced in his tone. He placed the back of his hand against her forehead, feeling sweat rapidly forming on her skin.

Larissa gulped rapidly, desperately trying to get air back in to her lungs. She blinked hard, grabbing on to the Mexican's arm to stable herself as she became light headed. She didn't know whether it was due to being carried by the Hulkenburg man, or because of the rapid headache taunting her as it formed in her skull.

"I'm okay, all the blood went to my head for a minute, that's all." She smiled in reassurance to the man, seeing him nod his head slowly.

"Right, boys! Who's down for shots?" She yelled, hearing loud cheers from almost all of the men, except the man beside her who stared at her in concern.

"Should you be drinking?" Perez frowned, his soft hand gently grazing at her wrist.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Larissa didn't even give him a chance to answer, before she had walked to the kitchen on the yacht and began pouring alcohol in to shot glasses.

"Maxie, you're DJ!" Larissa yelled to the Dutch boy who instantly nodded and headed to the speakers that she had on her yacht.

"Yuki, you're chef!"

"Yes!" Yuki fist bumped as he got to cook for the super famous formula one drivers that he was very big fans of. He was overjoyed when he had recieved an invitation from his friend, that she had wanted him to come with her and some friends on a boat.

"Alex, you're on babysitting Lando duty." Lando cheered as Alex groaned, running his hand over his face.

"But he runs away when I try to stop him drinking!" Alex complained.

"You're just too slow, mate!" Lando laughed at his friends sour look on his face.

"Fact." George smirked as he walked past the bickering pair, standing behind the Brazilian, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Daniel, you're on drink refilling duty." She winked at the Australian, seeing his face light up in to a bright smile, the one that always gave her comfort.

She leant back in the the chest of the Russell boy, feeling him tightening his grip around her waist slightly. She could feel his heartbeat, which always helped calm her, and soon their heartbeats levelled out, beating in sync.

"Get me so drunk that I imagine that I have a pet elephant!" Kevin Magnussen cheered, gulping down his drink in one.

Larissa laughed, her smile bright and magical.

"I second that!"

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Daniel Ricciardo loved Larissa Cohen.

She was the daughter of his idol, she was his friend, she hosted the best parties, but also...

She could definitely handle her alcohol.

Since he had been placed on 'drink refill duty', he had made sure that as soon as anyones cups became empty, that he would rapidly fill them. He found that he was spending most of the time refilling the cup of the Brazilian, and it astounded him with how sober she actually seemed.

Pierre held a bottle of tequila and regularly poured the drink down the throats of his friends. The victims of his ways were, Charles, Valterri, Larissa, Carlos and Kimi.

Larissa had also gained victims of pouring whiskey down peoples throats. Her victims were Charles, Pierre, Kimi, Sebastian, Esteban, Yuki, Lando, Alex, George, Daniel, Max and herself.

She had also been a victim of what Daniel called, a shoey.

And it was disgusting.

"Lissy, you are amazing." Lando slurred as he stumbled over to her, as Alex chased after him. Lando's eyes were barely open, and his arms held on to his friends body as if she was the only thing holding him up, which essentially, she was.

"Thank you, Lando." Larissa smiled, laughing loudly as the boy began kissing her cheek repeatedly. His arms were hanging over her shoulders as he leant against her. "You are amazing too."

Lando whined as Alex peeled him off the girl, carrying him to a bedroom on the yacht, and closed the door, waiting for a mere fifteen seconds until he was able to hear the soft snores of the Norris boy.

Alex soon rejoined the party, seeing Yuki being lifted in to air as he drank vodka, with his face scrunching up in disgust.

Max was doing great with the music, with music blaring loudly, keeping the party going and the vibes up. Then again, with Daniel and Larissa both partying together, they created a party atmosphere by themselves.

Multiple drivers eventually left for the multiple bedrooms within the yacht, as the rest of the drivers stayed on the deck, excluding Yuki who had passed out on one of the sofa's on the deck, for a lovely game of 'truth or dare'.

Carlos held a bottle of rum in his hand as he went first with asking somebody, and he chose his team mate.

"Nico, truth or dare?"

The German man smirked as he took a large sip of his beer. "Dare."

Nico was dared to jump in to the water around them naked, and he managed to have most of the drivers in tears from laughing so hard as he did it without question.

As soon as he was out of the water and back in his clothes, he chose Daniel, who chose the option of truth.

"Who is the most attractive driver here?"

Daniel pretended to think about it for a couple of seconds, with his eyes glistening with mischief as a beaming smile lit up his face. He winked at the Cohen girl, before answering. "Me, obviously."

"Somebody's arrogant." Max teased his team mate as he sat inbetween to Charles and Pierre.

"He's not wrong, though." Larissa coughed, before high fiving the Australian, the pair grinning at each other with matching smiles.

Larissa was chosen next, and knowing how stupid, Daniel was and what he would make her do if she would choose the option of dare, she chose the option of truth.

Daniel smirked, and she knew instantly that he was trying to think of a way around her choice, to try and make her do something stupid.

"Which driver would you most likely hook up with?"

Sebastian stared at her carefully, waiting for her to answer. He was drunk, having consumed a lot of alcohol but he watched carefully, wanting to make sure that nobody tried anything with his niece.

Larissa thought for a moment, seeing multiple people staring at her carefully, before her eyes met her Uncle Seb, his eyes watching her as he gave her a pointed look.

She didn't exactly know who to say, but, she spoke anyway, since she didn't want to be stuck debating an answer for too long.

"Charles." Larissa spoke, watching as the Monégasque's head shot up to stare at her in surprise.

Charles couldn't help but stare at the ground to hide his blush, or his growing smile. Even though it was just a question in a game at a party, it still gave him hope.

Their friends cheered as she answered as Sebastian smiled softly, watching as she took a very large gulp of the rum that was previously being held by Carlos, before moving her body so that she was sat next to Charles, seeing the boy tense up from his nerves.

Esteban smiled softly as he watched them whisper amongst themselves as the game went on around them, as Pierre repeatedly gave them side glances every couple of seconds.

George snapped a couple of photos of the pair as Max stared at the ground, a frown on his face. His team mate nudged him, checking that he was okay as his body language seemed to become closed off, despite the alcohol in the Dutch man's body.

Larissa and Charles were snapped out of their trance, having seemingly forgotten that their was a game around them, when Esteban and Max had to recreate the titanic scene of Jack and Rose standing at the bow of the ship, which ended up with the Dutch man attempting to push the French man in to the water only to be dragged in the water by Esteban.

Larissa smiled softly, seeing as the rest of the drunken began to jump in to the water after them. Carlos stood beside her, as they took a hold of each others hands before they jumped in to the water together, the splash soaking the rest of the men who whined in annoyance.

She really was surrounded by idiots.

But, they were her idiots.

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