Long-distance relationships usually end up in shitty predicaments where one partner cheats on the other. Though, you and Lewis? That was a whole other story.

You had been living in Australia whils Lewis traveled various places to race in the F1 franchise. Sure it was fun, but boy he missed you.

Today, he finally had been coming back to you after being disqualified from a finals. Did he care? No. That man was all too tired to care. He just wanted to see you.

You, being you, decided to do what you normally did, which was pick up Lewis from the airport. As you got to the airport, you saw Lewis walking out looking tired.

As Lewis got to your car and put his things in the trunk, he damn near flopped in the passenger seat, groaning in exhaustion. The plane ride left this man jet lagged as hell.

"Need a coffee?" You asked sarcastically before starting to drive.

Lewis hummed in affirmation, his hand entangling itself in yours as you began to drive. "Think I'll need a massive nap before I even touch a coffee.." Lewis answered, glancing at you and giving this lopsided, lazily tired grin.

This man was exhausted yet he looked at you like you were the most important person in the world. The only person, perchance.