《Christmas Special - F1 One Shots - Completed》#12 - Carlos Sainz
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'I wanna fall from the stars, straight into your arms'
"Carlos," I yawned as I held the phone away from my ear for a moment before I put it back against my face. "I have a busy day tomorrow," I groaned as I thought of how I would be spending my Christmas day. "I need some sleep."
"Twy, it's only ten."
I looked up at the clock on my living room wall before I sighed, "I know, I'm sorry."
"Wait," I smiled as I heard his voice speak. I honestly loved listening to his voice and that deep Spanish accent he had. "Ojalá estuviera allá contigo."
Grinning like an idiot, I knew he knew I didn't know what he was saying but the way he said things made me smile like a crazy woman. "I miss you," I told him as I managed to pull myself to my feet before turning off the lights in my living room. "Carlos, my family will be here in the morning, I really have to get some sleep."
"Buenas noches, preciosa. Te veré mañana tempranito."
"Carlos," I said in a playful warning tone. "I literally have no idea what you are saying."
He chuckled, "Goodnight, beautiful."
XOXOX
A loud banging on my front door woke me up. My heart was beating crazily as I sat up in my bed, terrified at the thought of someone trying to break into my home. Quickly and quietly I climbed out of my bed and looked through my bedroom blinds hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was outside my house.
My lips curled into a smile when I saw Carlos standing at my door, he'd stopped banging but now looked defeated. He obviously thought I wasn't waking up to let him in and since he had left the spare key here when he went to Spain I knew he couldn't just creep in.
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I was silent as I headed down the stairs, my eyes glanced at the clock and I realised why I felt so tired still. I shook my head before I unlocked my front door and looked at my partner. "Do you realise what time it is?"
"," he shrugged his shoulders before he dropped his bag on the ground and pulled me into a hug.
Shivering against him, I felt the warmth from his body even though the outside was freezing. "What are you doing here?" I asked as he kept his arms around me, holding me tightly against him.
Carlos pushed my hair back as I looked up at him, "Maybe, we can go inside, angel." I nodded as he let me go to pick up his bag before we entered my home. He locked the door keeping the cold out before he took a look at me, "Twy, I've missed you but..." He looked my pyjamas up and down before he laughed. "What are these night clothes?"
I looked my outfit up and down before I felt embarrassed at my fluffy Christmas pyjamas. "Well," I felt my cheeks redden as I felt him nudge my shoulder.
"I'm joking," he told me with a big smile. "I especially like the bunny ears." He winked as he pulled me closer to him by the ears of my fluffy hoody before he kissed me on the nose. "What time is everyone getting here?"
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I put my head on his chest as I thought about tomorrow. I didn't want to think about it, that was so far away. "In about three hours."
"Three hours?" Carlos asked shocked. "Well, we better get into bed. You need your beauty sleep," he laughed before kissing me on the forehead.
"Hey!" I slapped his chest before I pulled away from him.
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