maxie

“Schat, are you almost ready?” He yelled from the living room. “Yes, Max just a moment!” you say from the bathroom, where you were trying to hype yourself up for going to the paddock with your boyfriend. Just earlier this week you made your relationship public.

Earlier that week

“Max, I’m ready to make our relationship public” You say leaning against your boyfriend during your movie night, it was after many months of thought and deliberation you were tired of hiding. There is nothing wrong with having your relationship known but keeping it to yourselves, and that was frankly what you both wanted. “Are you 100% sure schat? Because we can still keep it on the down low if you want, don't feel pressured because of m-” You cut him off with a deep kiss, solidifying your decision. “I’m very sure Max”

Now here you are leaning against the counter whilst looking in the mirror and taking deep breaths reminding yourself that everything is going to be fine. “Everything will be fine, Max is there if anything goes wrong” you convince yourself “That’s right, I’ll be there the whole time” Max says as he appears from the bathroom door, grabbing your hand as he looks to you with love and adoration “If you feel uncomfortable or just want to leave just squeeze my hand, okay?” You nod your head in understanding, as you both head out to the paddock.

Hand in hand with smiles on both of your faces, you start to get swarmed with fans and cameras from Redbull and other sources. Stopping occasionally to take photos with fans you never stopped smiling, you loved to see how he interacted with his fans, especially the little kids. What took you by surprise was when one of the fans asked for a picture with the both of you, looking to Max with uncertainty he offered his hand to you allowing you to feel more comfortable. 

Nevertheless, Max had to go get ready for meetings and the media, so he navigated you through the swarm of people to his driver room, not letting go of your hand the whole time. Wanting to truly make sure he didn’t lose you amongst the chaos that can be the paddock, hospitality, and the garage. 

Here you were sitting in his driver room, just waiting away when you look at your phone it is blowing up with notifications from fans. Max’s fans. You open your phone carefully to see something that you did not expect. Positive tags, many fans gushing over the fact that Max was talking about you in an interview, smile plastered on his face and slight flush.

“So Max, you and y/n have made your relationship public recently, how are you both taking it?” one of the reporters asked. “Yeah, well y/n and I felt it was time to announce our relationship, She is lovely and has been so patient with all the traveling and racing. I won’t comment on her personal experience because that is her privacy but I can say that, I am extremely happy to bring the love of my life around with me and have the fans love her as much as I do.”  Max says. 

Charles is the kind of boyfriend to love and support anything and everything you would do that brought you joy. So when he found out you could play bass and were in a band, he went to every single show he could, showing up with a black and red rose bouquet everytime to show his love and adoration he has for you.

Made a soundproof studio in your shared penthouse so you can practice whenever you wanted, whether you couldn’t sleep at night or just simply needed some independent time. 

Charles had noticed that you were looking for a new bass and had your eye set on this beautiful black and purple guitar, the edges were black and it had a sort of wispy design of purple in the middle. (inspo pic below) Now the only problem about getting this specific one is that it was twice the price of any other bass guitar. So Charles decided to surprise you after a particularly hard and long week with that beautiful bass guitar. “Oh Charles, you didn’t have to get me that!” you say tears threatening to fall from being overjoyed. “Well, you had a long and hard week and I know how much you wanted this one, so I got it for you” He answered honestly.

When first meeting you Charles instantly took a liking to you and wanted to do anything to get to know you better. So what did the monegasque do? Well he did TONS and I mean TONS of research about emo culture, he simply wanted a better understanding and to smash all of the stereotypes he had heard about the culture. He noticed these bracelets that you wore on your arms with all different kinds of patterns and one of them even spinned, which you wore on special nights. He found out that they were called Kandi and wanted to make you one, so what he did was go out to the store and buy all the supplies he needed. 

“So did you hear the supposed news about Max and Kelly?” Charles says sitting on the opposite end of your couch munching on some snacks. Shaking your head you take a sip of your drink to which you choke on after hearing the next words that come out of his mouth. “Oh well, apparently the reason why Max has been moody when anyone mentions her is that she baby trapped Max after he wanted to leave the relationship.” he said nonchalantly “No. Fucking, Way. I thought that Max had ended things months ago?!” you say genuinely shocked. Now Charles is the one shaking his head “Nope, apparently he tried to but then she said something about carrying his baby and it got messy so he’s only with her for the baby’s sake.” he lightly huffs.

“Oh fuck off” you say groaning while chucking your phone onto the pillow beside you. Charles just raises an eyebrow at you wondering what it was about, but catching a glimpse of what was on your screen he asks “Judging by that reaction it is another article about us ‘being together?’ What's the headline this time?” You pass him your phone not wanting to read it, he grabs your phone and reads the headline outloud ‘Secret Passions: Forbidden Love Unveiled’ “Are you serious? This one has to be the most ridiculous one we have seen” he laughs. “So my forbidden lover, what shall we talk about next?” you joke about slapping his chest. 

“Babe can you come here for a second please” You hear your boyfriend yell from the shared bathroom. What you walk into is a sight to see, the box from the hair dye completely ripped to shreds like an animal had gotten into it. But that’s not the only thing you are curious about, it was the fact that your boyfriend was sitting on the counter of the bathroom, using his foot to hold up his phone as another mirror to make sure he has covered the back of his head. “What the actual fuck did I just walk into?” you said genuinely confused and a little concerned that he could bend in such a way.

Liam has managed to climb down from the counter and looked at you with pleading eyes “Can you please help me love, I just can’t get the back of my head” shaking your head with a chuckle “Babe, I think you need help with your whole head, it looks like shit if I’m being honest” Liam looks at you with a pout and hands you the bleach in the little bowl along with the little brush. “Okay, so here is what we are going to do, I need you to put on the little cape that we have under the sink, and then sit on the toilet so I can fix this mess. Otherwise you are going to look like a corn chip and that is another problem,” you say gesturing to his hair which looks patchy and caked on. 

After a few minutes you have managed to save his hair for the meantime, while waiting for the bleach to do its thing you ask your boyfriend what went so wrong. “Well at first I couldn’t open the damn box so I ripped it open, then I made the mixture too thick and I figured that I didn’t want to bother you so I tried to make it work” he said moping. “I see, but just because I was doing something doesn’t mean I wouldn’t or don’t want to help you babe,” you said, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, a loud alarm startling the both of you but telling you it’s time to rinse out the bleach. 

Now that the bleach has been rinsed out your boyfriend's head looks like a corn chip with the god awful shade of yellow that is, you grab the toner and conditioner. Giving his head a massage while you scrub the toner in to get rid of the corn chip look, he is practically falling asleep. So you decide to rinse his hair for him, having him lean against the bathtub, you use warm water and run your hands through his hair making sure to rinse the toner out. He seems so content that you dry his hair for him and then put in some of what he calls ‘fancy hair care’ but it is quite literally just hydrating oil for the now even more dead hair on his head.