Gimme all your love so I can fill you up with hate.

"Your Formula 1 champion for 2018 is Lewis Hamilton!" The voice reverberated through the Williams offices. Outside, fireworks exploded, and champagne was drunk. But, sitting in front of the large screens going over and over the figures generated during the race, Abi's eyes were incredibly sore, and her head throbbed. She knew there were numerous parties to go to, drinks to down, and dancing to be done, but all she wanted to was go to bed. They had had a decent enough race, but the weekend's pressures had gotten to her.

"Right then, who's ready for some partying?" One of the lads from across the rooms exclaimed as the others cheered and slowly flocked out of the room. Abi sat back in her chair and rubbed her face, taking off her glasses and placing them on the desk. She needed a drink, but not with her workmates. Well, aside from Callum.

She eventually saved her work and packed up, putting on her jacket and picking up her handbag, slinging it over her shoulder and tugging her hair into a loose ponytail. She headed for the exit, turning off the lights behind her and then down the stairs and out to the paddock. At least another year of hectic racing was over, and they could focus on developing things; that was where her interests really lay.

She headed down the paddock and towards the turnstiles between her and a glass of wine, pausing when she heard the voice rattling through the dark air.

"Ooh, that's a nasty crash for Russell and Norris as they head into turn four," She paused where he stood and looked towards the track, the cars still hissing and whirling around her. "A double retirement for the young British drivers, although it shouldn't dwindle Russell's hopes of becoming world champion." She smiled a little at that and then started walking again. "Both drivers seem okay as they make their way off the track, though it's red flagged the final lap of this race as Albon has a near miss with De Vries." The voice got quieter as she scanned her pass and headed out of the circuit, hailing a taxi to take her back to the hotel.

Once back in her hotel room, she showered and got ready for the evening. She had been tempted to have a nap, knowing that she would feel better for it, but she was expected at the Williams meal. If she skipped it, it would look terrible on her, so she knew that she had to do the right thing and get herself ready and try to make herself feel as spritely as possible. So she got herself ready, having enough time for a smoke once her lip gloss had been slicked on. The night was dark, and the partying had begun, music already coming from the bars and clubs that lined the strip, engineers, racers, technicians and whoever else occupying them. She knew it was a friendly and accommodating atmosphere to work in, and any other time she would have been glad to be surrounded by fun, but not tonight.

She wondered if George was the same, sat miserable inside his hotel room rather than partying with his team like he would have been had things been different. Abi probably would have been with him, the two singing and dancing like they were kids who had just snuck into Snobs. But instead, Abi just wanted to get drunk in peace, without the racket of grown men screaming nice one brother at each other or serenading each other with Three Lions like England had won the World Cup. She would go, have a nice meal, socialise, find a nice bar with Callum and then go back to her hotel room and sleep till her alarm woke her up for her flight. Easy.

She finished her cigarette and slipped on her trainers, leaving her room with bag slung over her shoulder and then knocking on Callum's door. It swung open within seconds, and he was beaming at her in his bright blue shirt and jeans, black denim jacket slung over his arm and, for once, glasses framing his brown eyes.

"Well, don't you look the height of handsome." Abi smiled as they greeted with a hug, not having seen each other since breakfast.

"Pft, my eyes are so sore from the damn dust in the air at the track that I've had to crack these bad boys out." He flicked the edge of his glasses with his fingers before shutting his door and heading down the corridor towards the lifts. "But you look lovely. That dress is very fresh." He gestured to the white floral dress that was hugging Abi's frame.

"No one has used fresh since the '00s, Cal." She laughed as they called for the lift, Abi patiently tapping her foot against the floor as they waited for the doors to ping. "Comfiest yet smartest thing I have, perfect for evenings like these when I would rather be in my jammies." She laughed as the doors opened and the couple inside stepped out, Callum and Abi replacing them.

"Come on, little one. We'll have a great night." He smiled, wrapping an arm around them and snapping a picture in the lift mirror of the two of them throwing peace signs with silly grins. "Oh, look how gorgeous you are. You're going to find someone that makes you dead happy, Abs." He sighed and kissed the top of her head before the doors opened, and they headed out of the hotel and to one of the waiting taxis. Abi looked at her phone, flicking the screen and going to Twitter as she scrolled down her timeline. There were some pictures of George holding the championship trophy high above his head with a soppy grin, Alex and Lando at his side with their smaller awards. She smiled a little at the sight, though she shoved her phone back into her bag when they slowed outside the restaurant, only a short journey away. Callum paid the cabbie, and they left, heading towards the restaurants.

They were greeted by the waiter, who took them upstairs to where the rest of their colleagues were sitting, Lance and Sergey sat at the top of the table with Claire whilst the two apprentices had been sat at one of the smaller tables with the other youngsters. Most Abi had never met due to them working in marketing, but she greeted them with a smile regardless. It was going to be a long night.

By the end of the meal, both Abi and Callum were far drunker than they had intended on being. They sat at their table laughing over something on Callum's phone, making the rest of the table a little annoyed, though they were in no more sober a state themselves. As mutters went around the dining room about where the dinner would continue next, Sergey and Lance made their way around the diners with happy smiles. It would be the last time most of them saw the two drivers, so many drinks were bought and shared with smiles.

Abi soon found herself sitting beside Lance, chatting to him endlessly about his move to Racing Point at the end of the season. Sure, it had been a bit of a kick to them that his dad had pulled out of the company and taken his money with him, but they worked hard to get on with it. Abi dared not mention that to the cheerful Canadian. Instead, the two laughed over some of the antics that had gone on in the offices over the last few months. He was charming, and Abi was definitely cheered up by his company.

"Why don't you guys come to the party I'm heading to later? It's for the drivers, and like the young crew members, so you guys would fit right in." He said with a cheery smile, his cheeks pink from the alcohol he'd enjoyed over dinner as he addressed Abi and Callum. "Better than hanging around with this lot, eh?" He chuckled with a wink, making Abi blush a little.

"Sounds like a really good time; that would be lovely." Abi smiled, Cal nodding along with her. "Just let us know when and where," She smiled, and Lance nodded as he stood.

"I'll come find you guys before I leave." He smiled before heading off, Abi sinking into her chair when he left.

"Well, he's much nicer than I thought." Callum sighed as he finished the last of his mousse. "But a party! That'll keep your mind off of things." He hummed, offering Abi the last mouthful of mousse. She laughed and brushed it away before letting her eyes wander around the room.

"Yeah, it might be a laugh." She smiled, ruffling Callum's hair. "But not a late one. I want to have had some sleep before the flight." Abi chuckled as Callum licked his spoon clean and winked at her.

"You said that last time, and look what happened." He teased, making Abi roll her eyes and then reach forward to steal the last bit of mousse from her friend's spoon. "Low blow Abi, low blow."

Three Lions on a shirt, Jules Rimet still gleaming. Abi could hear the stupid song through the bathroom wall, dabbing the fat mascara tears from her cheeks. She had crashed past the threshold, one hand gripping the sink for dear life whilst the other tidied up her make-up. She had been so strong all weekend, all evening, but she had had one run and coke too many. The bathroom of the club was tiny; two cubicles and a tiny corner sink that was barely big enough to get a hand into, let alone anything else. The mirror was cracked, though still clear enough for her to see how bloodshot her eyes were.

The party was a blast, and she was enjoying herself, but being alone in a bathroom stall does things to one's drunken mind. She knew Callum was in there somewhere, having managed to corner Pierre and trap him into a drunken chat about something Abi couldn't quite hear. She had seen Charles wandering about too, overcome with how gorgeous he was in person. But no one was as gorgeous as George. No one she had ever met could compare to him. As heartbroken and angry as she was, there was no denying the fact she was still head over heels in love with him.

After shaking away the overbearing thoughts and throwing her scrap of toilet roll into the bin, she went back down the steps to the dance floor, grabbing onto the railing for dear life to be sure she didn't fall over as she had a natural tendency to do. She pushed through the sea of men, looking around hopefully for that lanky sprout of a best friend, sulking against the far wall beside the DJ booth when she couldn't see him. She bobbed her head along to the Rita Ora song playing and got her phone out, madly texting Callum to see where he was. Surely he couldn't have abandoned her? That would have been terrible friend in a foreign club surrounded by strange, scary men etiquette. She made her way to the balcony, shuffling past the bank of drivers and giving them an awkward smile before Lance reached to take her arm.

"You okay?" He shouted above the music, concern on his face.

"Yeah, I can't find Callum. You know the tall blonde lad with the glasses?" She replied, voice sore above the music. "Have you seen him?"

"Not in a while," He replied, looking over the barrier and across the sea of unfamiliar faces, trying to make out the tall lad. "Why don't you stay with us for a bit and see if he appears?" Abi turned to look at the men he was with, heart fluttering a little. Charles smiled at her, Max to his left and Daniel next to Lance. "Don't worry. We want to be here as much as you do at this point." He laughed, and Abi smiled, then nodded and took a seat in the booth beside Max. "This is Abi. She's one of the Williams techs." Lance introduced as the men smiled at her and returned to their conversations. She felt awkward in their presence - it wasn't like the last party, when she had been laughing with Lando, getting off with Alex, trying to converse with George. Instead, she sat there a little awkward whilst Dan and Max laughed with each other, cracking jokes, and Lance sat playing on his phone.

To her surprise, Charles tapped Max's shoulder and whispered something to him. The two then swapped positions so Charles sat beside Abi.

"I've heard about you," He said with a smile, taking Abi by surprise. "I am close friends with George and Alex; they talk about you. Look, I don't want to be that person, but..." He sighed, placing his hand on top of Abi's. Her heart was slamming at her chest. "Perhaps you should talk to George, no? It is a terrible situation, but... I am biased... He is a good man, and he has always loved you. When we were karting, he would talk about a girl he liked at home sometimes, with pretty eyes and a delightful laugh." Abi blushed, looking at her lap. "He is a bad man, but he has a good heart."

"I know you mean well, Charles... But he did a very terrible thing. I don't want to keep crying over him, you know?" She confessed, looking back at him. "I wish things were different, but they're not." He smiled and nodded understandingly.

"It is never easy, love. But once it is found and embraced, it is all that matters in life." Abi's stomach fluttered at that. Perhaps Charles was right? Or was it the drink telling her that he was, making her want to speak to George... She sighed and smiled at him. "You are more beautiful than he made us believe, too." He added, making Abi laugh and shake her head. "Please, consider it, Abi." He added as he picked up his glass and finished the rest of whatever he was drinking. "I'm going to go to the bar. Would you like anything?"

"Uh, double vodka coke this time, I think." She said with a smile, and Charles nodded, heading towards the bar. Abi sighed and relaxed into the seat, rubbing her face with her hands. Why did this all have to happen to her? Especially while she was drunk and definitely in the mindset that would lead her to make poor choices. She chewed her bottom lip and then got her phone from her bag, checking to see if Callum had replied. Nothing. Instead, she had a handful of missed calls from the last person she knew she should be talking to.

George.

"Look who I found at the bar," Charles said as he returned to the table, his hand wrapped around Callum's wrist. He was grinning at everyone, forcing Abi to slide down so he could sit down opposite Dan.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen." He sang as Charles passed Abi her drink. "Now, who fancies a game of Never Have I Ever?" Abi stood before the thought could go any further. "Hey, where you going?" He complained, pouting up at Abi as she shuffled past.

"Smoke," She answered before smiling at Charles. "Look after him. I'm room 729 at the Rosewood if there are any problems," She whispered into his ear and then headed downstairs, downing her drink on the way. She needed all the liquid courage she could find if she was going to be able to have a sensible conversation with George.

George was already in the hotel bar when she arrived, in his suit and loosened tie, three buttons at his nape undone. Abi breathed in deeply and approached the booth, sitting down opposite him.

"Abi." He whispered, his eyes bloodshot as they gazed across the table. "You came."

"I bumped into Charles, so you have him to thank." She said quietly, hands placed in her lap as she looked at the swirls of George's whiskey glass. "What am I meant to hear that will change my mind?" She asked, looking up for the first time to meet with those deep blue eyes, eyes she had swum in so many times, had sunk into when lips were pressed to hers, eyes that glittered in the morning golden sun and, now, were void of anything but sadness. It pained her to look at, but she knew it was deserved.

"I..." He started, sighing and looking down at his glass, cupping it with his hands. "I don't expect you to forgive me for what I've done, but I want you to understand where my head has been at," His words were a little slurred, perhaps from the tiredness, but Abi knew it was more likely to be from the alcohol. "Ever since I set eyes on you, I fell back in love. I tried to stop myself, but the more we saw each other, the more we bumped into each other, and the harder it was for me to deny these feelings. Abi, I feel so guilty that this is happening, that I didn't have the courage to be firmer with Seychelle. We've only been together a year, and I wanted someone to, I don't know... Bide my time with? But now, you coming back into my life... I don't want someone to be there because I feel I need someone; I want someone by my side because I love them. And I love you, Abi. I have since we were thirteen and you ran into Dani's kitchen with a massive bottle of lemonade and dropped it on the kitchen floor and got soaked, so you had to put on one of Dani's sweatshirts which was way too small for you, but you looked so sweet regardless." Abi snorted a little at the memory, having been covered in sticky lemonade and thrust into the shower at her best friend's house, having to put on the three sizes too small sweatshirt covered in owls and act like she hadn't made an absolute tit of herself.

"I didn't think you would remember that." She said quietly, looking at George and seeing the tears in his eyes.

"When we had that party at your house, and we all ended up getting drunk in your back garden and played strip twister. You were so nervous, so scared, but you had no reason to be. You are so beautiful. You were then, and you are now. You popped your head into our tent just to say goodbye, that big smile on your face... You are the kindest, most wonderful woman I have ever known." He whispered before downing his drink. Abi smiled a little, but it soon dissipated. She knew what he was trying to do, trying to make her remember the good times and not the huge catastrophe that had been the last few days.

"We kissed on Wednesday, George. You kissed me knowing full well that you had a girlfriend." She said, catching him by surprise as he placed his glass back down. "I don't care about how much you love me, how many memories we share. What I care about is that you were unfaithful to your girlfriend."

"I tried to break up with her, Abi... But I was scared of the repercussions." He said softly, wiping the skin under his eye with his thumb. "She refused; she screamed and cried and told me she would die without me. I care about her enough to not want that to happen. I wanted her to be happy, but..."

"There is no but here, George." Abi stood. She knew it was a terrible idea to come here, especially with them both drunk. She knew that what George did was inexcusable, no matter the excuses or the reasoning. She had no idea why he was even giving him the time of day! Damn Charles - she should have pied George off and gone home with him instead. "This was a mistake." She said as she tucked her chair under the table and shook her head, going towards the door. George was quick to follow, a hand soon tugging at her wrist. "Don't," She slashed her arm away from George. "touch me." George stared at her, brow creased.

"Abi, please. I know I messed up but can't you just listen to me for ten minutes?" He begged, though a tone of anger to his words. "You can't just throw away the last few months like this."

"Watch me." Abi could see the desperation turn to anger on George's face, so she turned and headed out the door, straight toward the staircase without turning back, though she could hear the footsteps following her. It was only making Abi angrier; how dare George be angry at her when she had done nothing wrong?

She took the stairs two by two until she was on the seventh floor, not caring about the burn in her calves as she stormed down the corridor towards her room. Footsteps shadowed her, and as she placed the keycard against the lock, she knew George was behind her.

"You don't just get to throw this away, Abi - I could have done no more than I did," George argued as he followed her into the room, letting the door slam shut behind him. Abi kicked off her Converse, careful to keep a distance between herself and her once lover.

"You don't get it, do you? You still had a girlfriend when we went on dates. You had a girlfriend when I fell asleep in your arms. You had a girlfriend when I