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"What's up ?", Charles asked you, jumping on your couch.

You just got back from London, where you were taking your classes. As soon as you put a feet in your flat in Monaco, the Ferrari driver joined you.

You and Charles were best friends since the day you were born. Both of your families were really close. Charles took you everywhere he went. That's how you met Pierre. On the karting track, Charles presented you his 'other best friend'. Soon enough, you all became an inseparable trio. It didn't take you long to fall in love with the blond boy. But it took longer for the both of you to actually confess your feelings and start dating. It was only a few months back. Your new romantic dynamic was still a little weird, and the both of you were still getting used to it. Being Pierre's lover was a dream come true, and sometimes it felt unreal to you.

"I'm fine. You ?", you simply told him, fatigue taking the best out of you.

"Really chatty", he laughed. "The car is amazing this year, I'm finally fighting for the title. It's everything I've always wanted", Charles told you, stars in his eyes. He got podiums on podiums. Same for Pierre, still in his Alpha Tauri but he was doing miracles with it. The both of them were doing great. You were proud of them, but stil felt out of your place. You weren't going anywhere. They were living their best life, and you were struggling to do the bare minimum.

"How's uni ?", he kept asking, unaware of your stare into space. Tears managed to fall from eyes as soon as uni was mentioned.

"It's great", you didn't dare to look at him, a knot forming in your throat.

"Don't you have like an internship soon ?", Charles wondered, poking you with his fingers. You stayed silent.

"Can I have a little bit of attention ? I didn't saw you for a whole month, and Pierre will be there tomorrow and he's gonna take you away from me!", the young boy pleaded.

"Sorry, I'm really tired. The trip was rough", you explained. "I do have an internship. It's starting next week, for a few GPs. I'll be with the Ferrari photographer"

"What ?", Charles screamed happily. "You'll be there for the italian GP and more ? And in my fucking garage ?", he was now shouting.

You simply nodded. Charles crushed you with all his weight while giving you a hug. You returned the warm gesture shyly. You weren't in the mood to celebrate that.

"Are you staying here until then ?", he questioned you.

"Yeah, I'll stay in Monaco. I need a little break from London, too rainy", you tried to joke.

"That's freakin amazing. I can't wait to have you taking pictures of me for the next races", the monegasque said while laying back on the couch, a resting smile on his face.

"It is alright if I go to bed ? I know I just got home and we didn't see each other much but I'm going to pass out if I don't get my hours of sleep right now", you tried to explain.

"No prob, it's alright. I'm on my way out. Call me tomorrow, I wanna be part of your plans", he winked (well attempted to) and left your flat.

You sighed. You loved Charles, but you didn't want to be with anyone right now. You felt heavy, like a useless burden.

The next morning, you woke up feeling a dip in your bed. You frowned, still hazy from sleep.

"Hey there", you heard in your ear. You smiled lightly, recognizing the voice you'd die for.

"Hi, I wasn't excepting you until this afternoon", you curled up in his strong arms.

"I took the airplane earlier, I couldn't wait to see you. Charles spoiled the big news", Pierre said, leaving kisses on top of your head.

You sighed. You juste woke up and everything was bringing you back to the nightmare you were living and trying to avoid. You choose not to answer, pretending to close your eyes again. Pierre noticed your behavior but kept his mouth closed. You fell back asleep in the french boy arm's.

You woke up again a few minutes later, alone in the bed. You heard laughters in the living room, guessing Charles joined the party.

"Hey", you said entering the room.

"Well rested ? You okay ?", Charles asked you, referring to the awful mood you were yesterday.

"As long as no one mentions uni or my internship, I'll be happy", you told them, going to take a sip of the coffee Pierre made for you. It was their turn to frown. Both of them felt something was wrong, but they knew you. If they asked or forced you to talk, you would close up like an oyster. Talking to a wall would be easier.

Pierre just decided to hug you from behind.

"I've missed you so much, darling", he whispered.

"It's a nightmare to live without you", you replied, voice as low.

"Let's enjoy the next days, shall we ?"

"I am here, Charles is sitting on the couch. I repeat you two aren't alone", the monegasque said, looking disgusted.

You bursted out of laughter, and both boys were relieved to see you relax.

The trio of you enjoyed the few days off the drivers had. It went by so fast. The italian GP was just around the corner.

"Fly with me tonight", Pierre said while packing his small Alpha Tauri suitcase.

"Oh I wanted to stay in Monaco. They don't need me until saturday, I don't wanna be too early", you explained poorly to the french boy, avoiding his touch or his eyes.

"You don't have to be in the Ferrari garage, you'll stick with me", he answered.

"Yeah, no, I know. But for the hotel-"

"I live in Italy, love, remember ? You're not going in a hotel. I want you with me", Pierre cut you, with a stern voice.

You gulped loudly. You didn't want to start your internship. You didn't want to go to a GP for work. You didn't want to bother Pierre, or Charles.

"I'm taking a shower", you just said. You knew Pierre figured out that you were crying. To be honest, you couldn't care less. You were tired, mentally and physically. It was all too much for you.

You took a hot shower, cried for the most of it, and went to rest on your bed.

"I'm leaving", you heard Pierre say softly. You hummed, tears joining your eyes again. You didn't want him to leave, but you didn't want him to stay. You were a mess, and he was in peace, finally having a good season. He needed to stay away from you.

"You're not even going to kiss me ?", his voice was sad, maybe even disappointed.

"I think I'm sick. I don't want to infect you before the GP", you said, voice as low as a whisper.

"Bullshit", he murmured, loud enough for you to acknowledge. His footsteps were echoing in your flat, and suddenly the door closed brutally.

Pierre was mad at you. That wasn't your goal. Lately, you just felt like shit. You had struggle to keep up in uni, and feared you weren't good enough to be a F1 photographer. You were going to fail, and you knew it. It tore you appart to know that the two boys you loved the most would watch you on your fall out. They were going to be so disappointed of you. They were going to let you down. Who would want to hang out with a failure ? Especially when you're on top of the world ?

Your dark thoughts didn't gave you a minute of rest. You locked yourself inside your flat, staying in bed all day. Charles tried to call you, but you didn't answer. Pierre had probably already giving up on you.

During a night, around 3 am, you had a panic attack, it took you so long to calm yourself down. You couldn't managed to go back to sleep. You didn't know what to do so you texted Pierre.

Y/N : are you up ?

Surprisingly, Pierre replied to you almost immediately.

Pierre : yeah

Y/N : you were great at practice today

Pierre : i'm surprised you watched it

Pierre : it felt like you didn't gave a fuck

Pierre : not about the race, but about me

Pierre : i mean if you cared, you'd be there right ?

His words twisted a knife in your chest. That was the moment, he had enough of you.

Sadly, it was already saturday. You took a room in a hotel, you knew Pierre didn't want you around, especially after the texts. You managed to get ready for the morning.

You entered the paddock, your whole body tensed. Charles spotted you and ran to you.

"The fuck is going on with you ?", he went straight to the point, not wasting time with small talks. You shrugged your shoulders. Your internship supervisor called you, and you left without saying a word. Leaving the Ferrari driver standing like a dumbass.

"Y/N, it's so nice to meet. Your professor only told me good about you. We're going to be a great team together", he said. You smiled shyly, anxiety taking the control of you.

You stayed in his shadow for the following minutes. The drivers were getting ready for quali.

"Hey, Y/N, your turn to take some pictures", Marc, your supervisor, said, giving you the camera.

You took it, but your hands were shaking so bad. In this state, you wouldn't be able to take any great pictures. You gave him back the device, tears in your eyes. Air wasn't entering your body. You had to run away. You left the Ferrari garage under everbody's look - or judgement, you thought. Charles tried to call you, but you couldn't stay. You had to pass in front of the Alpha Tauri garage to find the exit.

Pierre was about to put his helmet on, when he saw you running, crying, struggling to hold yourself together.

"Pyry, cover for me !", he shouted and threw himself in your footsteps.

"Y/N ! Y/N, wait !", he shouted for you. "Love, c'mon !"

It didn't take him a lot of effort to be at your level. He grabbed you, and rushed you in his motorhome. He made you sit down in the little space. He breathed in and out with you, holding your fragile figure in his arms.

"You're okay, it's fine, I'm here", he whispered in your ear.

"That's the problem", you sobbed even more.

Pierre felt his heart break in his chest. Were you breaking up with him ? He just thought you needed a bit of time, some space. He got angry when you pushed him away, but he also knew what it felt like. You leaving him never crossed his mind, not even once.

"What...What do you mean, Y/N ?", he asked, his fingers trembling against your hair. "Talk to me... What the fuck have I done to put you in this state ?", he kept asking, pleading you for an answer.

"It's not you", you rested your head on his shoulder for a moment, before stepping away. You were about to open up, but someone called for Pierre. Pyry showed up at the door.

"I'm sorry, but it's quali time. If you don't take the start, you know what that means... Just go, I'll stay with her", Pyry assured the driver.

Pierre looked at you, broken to see you like that. He kissed the top of your head, and rushed outside.

Pyry stayed with you the whole time, in complete silence. When the door opened again, you hoped to see Pierre.

"Marc is sad you didn't come back. We were all worried, is everything okay ?", Charles asked you, voice less accusing than earlier.

"I'll never be an F1 photographer. I'm shit at this. I'm a fucking looser. You and Pierre should go away from me, because I am going to drag the both of you down with me", if your crying had stop, it just got worst.

"Don't you dare talk about yourself like that, Y/N. You are freakin talented, everyone else should blush. You're the best photographer I've ever met. And I'm never leaving your side, never ever ever. Same for Pierre", Charles tried to comfort you, kneeling next to you, knowing you only wanted his french friend by your side.

And he rushed to you as soon as he parked his car in the garage. He put all of his stuff back in his bag, and took your arm for you to get up.

"C'mon", he just said. You knew it was his way to tell you to follow him without complaining.

The ride to his flat was made without a sound, except for your sniffles from time to time.

Pierre helped you out of the car, and carry you to his bedroom. He put you down on the bed.

"Do you wanna change ?", he asked you softly. You nodded. He took you out of your clothes and replaced them by his comfy ones. He did the same.

He laid down, and pointed you to lay on his chest. You didn't obey right away.

"I shouldn't stay, the race is tomorrow. You need to rest", you tried to espace.

"No fucking way, Y/N", he strongly said while forcing you to lay down near him. "Look at me", he took your chin in his hands, forcing your eyes to meet his deep ocean ones.

A moment of silence floated between the two of you. You didn't know what to say, and he didn't want to pressure you.

"I'll never make it", you finally found the courage to talk. "In F1, I mean."

"Why are you saying that ?", he asked you.

"Because I'm terrible at it. Uni is a nightmare, and see how I panicked when it was my turn to take pictures today. I'll never be good at it", your voice started to croak a little.

"I know how this feels", he told you. "I felt the same way when RedBull dropped me, but look at me now. I'm finding my own place, and everything is turning great. Pressure is hard, but it will all turn alright", he tried to reassure you.

"That's also an issue. I'm a burden for you", but Pierre didn't let you finish your sentence. He put his lips on yours slowly.

"You're not. Y/N, you're the girl I've been waiting for my whole life. It has always been you. I love you, so so much. And you're an amazing photographer. All my instagram feed is made of your pictures, they're so good. You need to believe in yourself like I believe in you, love", he said, his mouth close to yours.

It was the first time he said the three little words to you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, almost making you forget how bad you were feelings minutes prior.

"I love you too", you told him, eyes close, nose filled with his perfume.

All night Pierre comforted you by saying how proud he was of you, and everything you needed to hear. You fell asleep in his arms, feeling way more relax than before.

"Morning, sweetheart", you woke up with Pierre kissing your face. "It's time to get ready, and shine on the paddock today", he said.

You were stil terrified to show your face there. What would Marc say ? You left yesterday without saying anything. Charles texted you, letting you know it will be alright. No one was mad at you.

And thanks to Pierre, you grew a little more confident in yourself. Being an F1 photograph has always been your dream, and you worked so hard for it. You weren't going to back down now. You still had things to prove.

Pierre kept your hand in his all the way to the Ferrari garage. Marc greeted you with a huge smile.

"Hi Y/N, are you feeling better ?", he asked and you just nodded smiling, so he took this opportunity to reassure you. "My first day as an intern photographer in motosport was awful. I dropped the camera, it cost the company so much, worst day of my life. Pressure is real, especially when you're a rookie, but you'll see, it gets better".

"See, everybody knows what it feels like to be under pressure. You'll do amazing, I can't wait to see the picture of our stupid monesgasque you're going to take", Pierre murmured.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'll do without you", you said, throwing yourself in his arms.

"I'm here for you, love. I'm headed to Alpha Tauri, you know where to find me if you need", he kissed you goodbye.

"I'll root for you !", you screamed to him.

You stuck with Marc for a little while. He showed you every details of the camera, and revealed you some useful tips.

"Y/N ! I'm glad you're here", Charles ran to you, and hugged you tight. "How's everything ?", he asked, eyes scanning you to see any signs of discomfort.

"It's way better now", you smiled a little.

"You're amazing, never forget that. Please, only take pictures of my right side, it's my best profil", he winked and went to chat with his engineer.

You managed to take some pictures in the garage before the race and of the GP, Marc by your side. It felt nice. In the few last laps, Charles had to retire so you went back to the garage. You edited some pictures with him on your computer, applying every advices Marc gave you, chatting about nothing and everything with your best friend. He managed to take a sneak peak at some pictures.

"Oh my, Y/N they're fucking amazing. I knew you'd do well", he said, his eyes never leaving the screen where the pictures were.

"Thanks, Charles. It's all thanks to you and Pierre. You guys are my rocks, I'd be so lost if you weren't in my life", you said honestly.

"Good thing we don't plan on leaving it then", you heard a familiar voice at the entrance of the hospitality. There stood Pierre. He joined you and Charles, sitting down close to you. He put on his hands on your thigh. He took the 9th place, in the points but nothing to really celebrate.

"Are those the pictures you took ?", he asked, dumbfounded. You nodded and laid your head on his shoulder. "Damn, they're amazing. You almost made Charles look nice", he said, smirking.

"Fuck you !", the monegasque answered.

You sent the pictures to Marc, who almost replied immediately with how amazing they were. He told you he'd bring his backup camera for the next GP in order to let you fully take pictures of the whole GP. Meaning you could go in the Alpha Tauri if you wanted. You were so excited. All your fears were gone, you trusted yourself. You'd be an F1 photographer, and you'd travel with your two favorite boys for the rest of your life.

"I love you", Pierre whispered in your ear. "I'll show you tonight how much you mean to me."

Looks like you were in for a long night.

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"I hate neck exercices", you complained once again during your workout session with your trainer and Mick.

"Really ? You didn't mention it !", the swissman man answered, faking a gasp. You rolled your eyes and took a towel to get rid of the wet sensation around your face and neck.

"Alright kids, I'm leaving. Please, Y/N, don't kill yourself trying something new", your physio said, and left laughing to himself. Soon enough, Mick joined him.

"And what are you laughing about ?", you looked straight into Mick blue eyes. You stared at them for too long, and could feel your cheeks starting to burn.

Truth was : you were deep deep deep in love with the one and only Mick Schumacher. You met him at the Ferrari Driver Academy. You arrived in F3 while he was in F2. He immediately took you under his wing, always protecting to you and making sure you were okay. He'd watch your races and give you advices, probably the reason why you were actually leading the championship. You hang out with him all the time, where one was the other followed. He was so sweet and so nice to you, it didn't take much effort from him for you to fall in love with him. Everything he was doing drove you crazy.

"Not at you", he joked around. You looked away quickly, not wanting him to see your pinky cheeks.

The other truth : Mick was unaware of your feelings for him. That was something you didn't plan on changing. His friendship was so precious and you refused to risk it. You'd rather have a part of him than nothing at all.

"Lost in your thoughts ?", he asked, sudden concern in his voice. Always so caring.

"Yeah, sorry. I think I'm getting tired", you smiled lightly, still not meeting his eyes.

"Hey, schatz, is everything okay ?"

That nickname. One day, it'll be the death of you. You loved hearing him calling you this way, it rolled so easily from his beautiful lips, but it also ripped your heart out. It reminded you of what you will never have.

"Earth to Y/N ?", he insisted, this time sitting next to you. He pushed his shoulder against yours.

"Yeah, it's all alright", you told him. Hiding your feelings for him was eating you alive.

"You know you can talk to me", he assured you.

You couldn't help but let out a sarcastic laugh. Hey Mick, do you wanna know what's weighting on me ? My freaking love for you ! Stupid.

"Did you just laugh at me ?", he was dumbfounded.

"No, no, no", you panicked. "I wasn't. There's just a lot of things going through my mind right now. It feels heavy", you opened up a little.

"Pressure. I know what it feels like, my name's not really helping."

Mick rarely talked about his father, he was really private with his feelings about this situation. You always respected it, but still making sur he knew he could tell you things if he wanted.

"But you're doing extremely fine, Y/N. Look at everything you're achieving, it's fucking impressive. You're so brave, and you're going to thrive. You're leading the championship, do you realize that ?", he placed a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You whole body shivered when you felt his fingers against your skin.

"I'm proud of you, and I know you're going to make me even prouder", he said.

It wasn't weird for the both of you to be so close. Your friendship had always been like that. You were a touchy person, and so was he.

"I'm so glad your in my life", you told him honestly, fearing it sounded a bit like a confession.

"Pleasure's mine", he sais getting up. He reached out for you hand. "C'mon, let's leave this place", he winked at you.

You went separate ways just to change. You dressed as quickly as you could, but still he was waiting for you outside.

"How can you change that fast ? I literally was Lightning McQueen !", you told him.

"Talent", he replied with a big smile.

"Fuck off", you walked past him.

When you arrived to the gym, it was hot and sunny. But the weather changed so fast, now it was all grey. Suddenly, it poured rain. Mick put his jacket over your head.

"C'mon, I'm taking you to my place !", he shouted. You lived pretty far away from the gym, it wasn't an issue since you loved to walk. Well, it was a problem when rain joined the party.

You ran with Mick in the streets, laughing like two idiots. You arrived at his little combo, completely breathless. You threw your bag in a corner, making your way in the kitchen to get some water. Mick was quicker than you and gave you a glass. You thanked him before drinking it all.

"Wow, easy tiger", you laughed a little.

"I was dehydrated", you tried to justify yourself poorly.

"You wanna take a shower ?", you nodded your head really fast. A hot and steamy shower was probably what you needed most right now. If the guy proposing it didn't count.

"Just let your clothes at the door, I'll put them in the dryer, and let you some of my clothes ? You'll be warm and comfy", he said so casually, your eyes widened. "The shower glass isn't transparent, I promise I won't see anything", he said while leaving for his bedroom.

You took all the courage you could gather and went in his bathroom. Everything was aligned perfectly, it looked like Mick so much. His perfume was there, the one scent you would never get tired of. You got rid of your wet clothes and hopped in the shower. You turned the water on.

"Y/N, can I come in ?", you heard Mick asked through the door.

"Yeah", your stress level got higher, reaching a point it doesn't even do when you're racing. You wished so bad he'd join you.

"You can use my stuff if you want", he said before shutting the door again. You did as you were told, and hugged yourself in Mick's scent.

You finished to clean up and put on his clothes. It was so comfy, you could easily wear that all day.

"Feeling warmer ?", Mick asked you. He was sitting on his couch, changed into new clothes and looking up at his phone.

"Yeah", you looked outside the window, seeing how rain was still falling. You feared storm will soon join the party. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight ? I don't feel safe walking back that late and-", you got lost in your explanations.

"You're always welcome here, no apology", he gestured you to come next to him. You went laying close to him, but still letting a space between the both of you.

"Do you wanna talk ?", he asked you, referring to the convo you just had.

"I'm fine, really, don't worry", you marked a pause. "I just wanna enjoy the next GP and not overthink too much... If my brain let me !", you joked. Mick laughed a little.

"Don't let him a choice then. For tonight, let's not think about it. Movie ?", he proposed.

You enjoyed watching a movie with him, snuggling closer when the weather outside started to get worse and worse. You were falling asleep on his shoulder.

"Schatz, hey Y/N", Mick whispered to you. "You need to go to bed, c'mon", he said and carried you in his bed.

He put you down and wrapped you under the covers.

"Goodnight, Y/N", he told you before escaping the bedroom.

"Mick, where are you going ?", you asked sleepy.

"I'm taking the couch -"

"We can share", you patted the spot next to you and drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, Mick was already up. You joined him in the kitchen. After taking a quick breakfast, he accompanied you to your flat.

On the way back, you received a text.

"Oh my god !", you screamed happily. Mick smiled because of your sudden burst of energy.

"What's going ?", he asked.

"One of my friend is coming to see me during the next GP ! It's freakin amazing, I haven't seen him in so long", you were beyond happy.

Cam was your bestfriend. You grew up together in your small town. Ever since you joined F3, it got harder and harder to see each other. Every occasion you could spend together, it would be used. He was the male version of you. You couldn't wait to show him everything during the GP. It would also mean that he would met Mick. Your two favorite boys meeting, it was an absolute dream.

"I can't wait ! I'll introduce him to you, you'll see, he's sooo funny" you told Mick.

You didn't notice how the other driver shut down ever since you mentioned Cam. He got really quiet.

"Good for you", he just said.

The GP arrived in the blink of an eye. You were so excited. Cam was with you almost every minute of it, exception made of when you were driving. But one presence left a hole in you. Mick. He didn't show up at all in your garage like he always do. You weren't thinking much of it. You just thought he was tired, or way too focused on his own race.

You won your race, and celebrate it with your whole team. You quickly went to change and joined Cam, who was waiting for you in the hospitality.

"You are a freakin beast, Y/N Y/L/N !", he said laughing.

"Thanks, I gave it all for you", you winked and gave him a hug, like you always did.

The both of you stayed inside a little to chat. Soon, your stomach started to demand food, and you both agreed on a take out in your hotel room.

You went outside, Cam on your track. You were laughing at something dumb and punched him in the arm a little. The two of you were in your own little world, that you built up through the years.

You saw Mick standing near by, already looking at you. There was something in his eyes that you didn't really recognize. It was like he was looking at you but was staring in the outer space.

"Hey Mick", you rushed near him, he only gave you a small smile in your return joyless. "I've missed you in the garage today"

"I was busy with my own race, Y/N", he harshly replied. You were taken aback by his words, well mostly his tone, stepping a little away from him.

"I - I see", you stammered on your words.

"Your boyfriend's waiting for you", he told you and left.

You didn't had time to process the information that Mick was out of your sight.

"He's not my boyfriend !", you yelled at him but were sure he didn't hear you.

"Is everything okay ?", Cam asked you, walking closer to you.

You nodded and hummed simply, still trying to understand what the fuck just happened.

"So he's your Mick ? Doesn't look like the prince charming you've been describing", your friend said.

"Uh... Yeah, I don't know what... It's the first time that he's acting like that with me. I - I really don't understand", you were beyond confused.

You moved on with your night, but your little interaction with Mick stuck into your head. You did your goodbyes with Cam - who wanted to go back to his place by driving in the night. Weird like always, you thought, but you let him go, making him promise to text when he arrived. Cam never did things like everyone else, and that was probably something that you liked about your best friend.

You tried to go to sleep, but your swissman didn't left your mind. You sent him a text.

Y/N : are you up ? is everything ok ?

Mick saw it almost immediately but you never got an answer. That made you kind of stressed. What the hell could you have possibly done to be treated like this ?

Y/N : c'mon Mick, what's going on ?

Read.

Y/N : could you pretend to care for a minute and text me back ?

Another read.

That's it, you had enough. You got up in less than a second, not caring about anything. You run through the corridors of the hotel to find his room. Since you and Mick were both part of the Ferrari Driver Academy, you would always be in the same hotel. You knocked really loud on his door. At first, you didn't heard anything. What if Mick just fell asleep on his phone ? You tried again.

"Y/N, if it's you, just leave please", Mick spoke through the door, his voice muffled.

Soaring the theory of falling asleep, he was truly avoiding you.

"I won't leave until you open this door and talk to me", you said.

He didn't answer. You were once again face with silence.

"Mick, please, I need to see you", you were now pleading, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. "C'mon, don't do this to me", hurt could be heard in your voice.

Mick opened the door slowly. You looked at his face, and were devastated. His eyes was red, and his dark circles showing a little more. He looked exhausted, like he has been crying all night.

"Hey, what's going ?", you pushed him nicely to enter the room and close the door behind you. He stayed there, not moving or daring to look at you in the eyes.

"Mick ?", you put your hand on his face, slowly caressing it. He flinched away.

"You shouldn't do that", he murmured, before sitting on his bed, hands rushing through his blond hair.

"Why are you saying that ? That's what I always do when you need comfort", you spoke softly, hoping this would calm him. Seeing him in this state made you feel terrible. You knew Mick didn't love you like you did, but you really thought that you were the first one he'd rushed to when he was sad. Point was you were the one hurting him, without knowing it.

"He's probably waiting for you", he kept talking.

"Who ? No one's waiting for me", you were completely lost.

"I'm not a fucking fool, Y/N", this time he started shouting. Mick never lost his patience with you. He never raised his voice at you.

"Don't talk to me like that !", you defended yourself, but refused to scream back.

"I'm done with you playing with me alright ? I have enough, can you hear that ?", he got up and tried to push you out of his room. Luckily for you, he was way too tired to fight you.

"I don't understand what's going ? Are you on drugs or something ?", you let your hands on his chest.

"No !", he yelled. "I'm tired of all this, can't you see ?", he looked at you ad all you could see was sadness in his crystal blue eyes. Once again, you put your hand on his cheek and rubbed it a little.

"Please, stop doing that", he pleaded you, but you kept your hand where it was, eyes closed.

"Why ? What's going on in that head of yours ?", you asked.

"I can't tell you", he groaned and escaped your touch to go back to his bed. But he didn't sit on it, he looked outside the window, staying still. "Can you leave me alone ?"

Normally, you'd do as you were told. You would have let him alone, facing his thoughts. Because when one of you needed some time without the other, you'd understand. But this time, it wasn't the case.

"I will, just tell me what's going on. Did I do something wrong ?", you were now scared you did something to hurt him.

"No", he just said.

"Then what is going on ?", you spoke a little louder.

You were about to continue your sentence when your phone rang. You answered it.

"Hey, Cam. Already ? How was the trip ? Great. Thanks, you're so sweet. Yeah, it was nice to see you. Bye", when you ended the phone call and saw that Mick was staring right at you. He scoffed, and let a sarcastic laugh.

"What ?", you asked, a bit offended he was laughing at you.

"Your boyfriend is already gone ?", he asked.

"Cam's not... He's not my boyfriend. Is that what's wrong with you ? You cant stand that I have an other friend ?", you couldn't help but feel kinda mad. He had no rights to be angry at you because you had friends. You only met this year, of course you didn't let your old life behind just for him.

"No, it's not like that", he tried to interrupt you, but you were unstoppable.

"What's wrong with you ? I really don't get, it's not making any senses", you shouted.

"I'm jealous !", Mick shouted too.

"Oh jealous ? There's nothing to be jealous about, what the fu-"

"I love you, okay ? Since the first day I met you ! And I'm sorry but it kills me to see that you don't feel the same. Sometimes I think about you with someone else, and it's making me loose my mind. I love you so much and I wanna be the one for you. You're everything I need, everything I want. You're just the perfect girl, how did you want me not fall in love with you ? And you're so easy to love, I'm pretty sure every guy you met has a crush on you, so why would you choose me ?", he confessed, tears falling down on his cheeks.

You stood there, dumbfounded. You were taken aback by that sudden confession. You dreamt about this moment, but never thought it would happen one day. You tried to speak but words were stuck in your throat.

"I just... I needed to get it out of my chest, I'm sorry, you- you can leave, I'm used to it...", he was shaking.

His last sentence broke your heart into a million pieces. You never planned on leaving his side, hoping one day you'd feel like home for him. You took a few steps closer to him, and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

"Hi", you whispered, still thinking about the right words to say.

"Y/N, don't-"

"I have a very specific type of boy", you told him, smiling a little. "Blond, with blue eyes, nice and really funny. Also, very important, driving in F2 for the Ferrari Driver Academy. And I kinda like the name Schumacher", your smiled grew a little more when you felt him relax under your touch. "By any chances, would you know someone that matched that description ?"

"I can think of someone, yeah", he said, drying his cheeks before hugging you closer to his body. A heat wave pierced your own.

"Nice, because he's the only guy I want", you murmured.

"If I had known our feelings were mutual, I would have make a move sooner", he said, his fingers caressing your hair.

You laughed a little, and put your forehead against his.

"I'm sorry, Schatz, I didn't really mean to take it out on you, but it was weighting on me", he explained, eyes closed.

"Do you remember our last training at the gym ? When you told me I could talk to you ?", he hummed in response. "I didn't say anything because you were what was going on on my mind", you confessed. He smiled and opened his eyes. "I really like you, Mick, like a lot"

"So we were both liking each other and scared to confess ?", he said.

"It's safe to say we were both really dumb", you laughed a little.

His eyes went to scan your face, looking at every features of it.

"There's nothing I dislike about that angelic face of your", he whispered.

You were about to answer when a knock made the both of you split up. You looked at Mick really confused.

"Oi, Mick, I missed you at the partyyyyyyyyy"

You chuckled, recognizing the voice of the one and only Arthur Leclerc.

"Is that a girl ? Mick fucking Schumacher, are you with a girl ? Oh my, open the door ! Or don't, I don't wanna see your naked body ! That's disgusting", the young monegasque kept talking.

"Go hide in the bed", Mick said to you quietly and went to open the door.

"At least, tell me you're using protection, kid ! Oh, hey, lover boy. Let me come in, I wanna see what the mysterious girl", but Mick forced Arthur to stay out. You were dying of laughter under the covers.

"C'mon, I'm not going to scare her away", and he suddenly gasped. "Olala, I promise I won't be saying anything to Y/N, zip mouth closed", and you were sure he was mimicking a key locking his mouth.

"Do you ever just shut up, Leclerc ?"

"Nah, it's not part of my beautiful personality", Arthur replied.

"Putain, Arthur, t'es en train d'emmerder qui encore ? Viens-là, on va se coucher", you heard his girlfriend Carla shout, but didn't understand a word she said.

(Fuck, Arthur, who are you bothering again ? C'mon, we're going to bed)

"Carla, t'es pas fun, on va prendre un dernier verre avec Mick et sa copine fantôme", Arthur told her back.

(Carla, you're not funny, let's take a last drink with Mick and his gosht girlfriend)

"La ferme", Mick spoke a little bit of french and that was damn attractive.

(Shut up)

"Désolée Mick, et toi tu restes avec moi maintenant. Bonne soirée !", she said.

(Sorry Mick, and you, you are staying with me now. Goodnight !)

Mick closed the door and a sigh escaped his lips. He went back to the bed, and lifted the covers to see you laughing really hard. He soon joined you, and laid beside you.

"That guy is a whole circus to himself", he said.

"Yeah, he is. I would have never heard the end of it if he saw me there", you laughed.

"Would you mind ?", Mick said, suddenly getting serious.

"Mind what ?"

"Arthur pissing you off because we... I mean, if we were dating or something ?", you could feel his nervousness, and saw his cheeks getting pinker.

"I'd have to get used to it", you said.

You were now facing each other. Mick put his hand on your face.

"Shall we pick up where we were ?", he asked and you nodded. "I think I was telling you I much you are-"

"Why did Arthur meant by not telling me if there was another girl here ?", you cut him off, that little sentence stuck in your mind. Mick sighed.

"Pretty much all the paddock knows I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. That dumbass didn't even think it could be you right now"

"Really ?"

"Yeah. It's a little bit obvious", he chuckled. "I mean, you're the only one with whom I'm that touchy", he explained.

"Guess I'm the blind one", you told him.

"As long as you're seeing it now, it's fine by me"

"You're so perfect", you whispered to him, getting a little bit closer.

"Is it okay if I kiss you ?", he asked, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"Please"

Kissing Mick was a mix of a dozen emotions at a time. Happiness, love, fire, desire... Everything. A firework exploded in your body.

You spent the rest of the night, talking to each other, kissing, and whispering sweet things in each other ears. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was safe to say it was the best night you ever had in your life.

You woke up to Mick already looking at you.

"Hi, creep. Staring for a while ?", you asked, yawning.

"Couldn't help it. You looked so peaceful when you're sleeping", he said. You hummed.

"Weirdo", you replied before giving him a good morning kiss. It was so slow, new and old at the same time. His lips tasted so sweet, almost like honey.

"I won't ever be tired of this, waking up with you in my arms"

"Me too"

"Breakfast, love ?", he asked nicely.

After getting ready, you both stepped out of the hotel room.

"No fucking way !", you heard Arthur shout. Of course, he had to get out of his room at the same time as you. He definitely look a bit like he was hangover.

"I should've know it was you. The two lover birds finally reunited", he said, so proud of himself.

"Yeah, and I don't plan on letting her go", Mick said. He hugged you from the back and planted a kiss on top of your heard. Mick was your home.

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I still have a few requests and some of my fics to write, but tell me if you'd like me to write about Arthur Leclerc!

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After the panic of your water breaking in the car, everything went so fast like a flash of light. You hardly remember the night.

Max took you to the hospital, and the medical staff didn't waste a minute in giving you everything that you needed. You gave birth to your two beautiful babies in the middle of the night, around 3am, on the 22nd of december. Both of them were completely healthy, and even if the labor was long and hard for you, you were in good shape too. If the fact that you were exhausted didn't count.

You were taking a little nap, Max watching over your two angels. A nurse knocked on the door, waking you up. You felt foggy and uncomfortable in the hospital's bed, but you soon drift off to sleep again. You'd only woke up if you heard your sons.

"Hi to the new parents. How's the new life with babies ?", she said, with a huge smile.

"Exhausting", Max said, pointing at you with a small smile and dark circles.

"You both are doing great so far. I'm here because I need to know the babies names", she said.

"Oh", Max replied, looking at you with stars in his eyes.

Max and you had troubles to find names. You looked on every site, every applications for any ideas but couldn't settle on anything.

"I didn't know it would be so hard to find stupid names", Max pleaded, back to a few months before you gave birth.

"Me too", you replied, equally tired by the searching.

"Maybe we could just name them baby 1 and baby 2 ? Or Verstappen junior 1 and Verstappen junior 2 ? That sounds cool", Max said with a straight face. You punched his arms playfully.

"You wish !"

"Since it's so freakin hard, maybe you could choose one name and I'll choose the other ?", Max said.

"That's actually a great idea. Let's do this ! Finding one name will definitely be easier", you said.

"Ok, and I have another great idea", your lover told you. You rolled your eye, fearing the dumbest thing will fall out from his mouth.

"We don't tell the name we have chosen to the other one. And like the day you give birth, we'll find out", he explained.

"But what if we have the same name ?", you asked.

"Okay, let's say, we just give each other the first letter so that we're sur ?", he told you, more in an interrogative way.

"That'll be unique, I like that idea", you replied.

And that's how Max and you decided to name your babies.

For days and days, you tried to find on perfect name. Max was away on a race weekend, and you were just laying on the couch with the tv on. It was early december, and you couldn't move much with your belly.

You were looking at some reality show, not actually paying attention to it. Suddenly, something caught your attention. The name of one of the person on the screen. It got stuck in your brain for hours. And hours. To the point you were now sure it'll be your name.

It was cute, and it sounded so nice. You were so happy and relived, you had chosen the name of one of your twins. You couldn't wait to tell it to Max.

The driver rushed home after the weekend and was greeted by a happy you.

"What happened while I was away ?", he questioned you with a suspicious look on his face.

"Nothing", you tried to act.

"C'mon, tell me", he said, getting closer and closer to you.

"G", you told him.

"G ?", he repeated, visibly confused by the single letter.

"Yes. G", you kept telling him, wanting him to understand by himself. A moment of silence floated between the two of you.

"Is that the first letter of the name you chose ?", he said, everything suddenly made sense to him. You nodded, hugging the dutch man tighter. "Mine's T", he whispered in your ear.

Back to the hospital, Max woke you up softly. The nurse shot him a weird look. The dutch man looked back at her, not understanding what he did to be observed like that.

"Do you have to wake her up ? Can't you just give me their little names ?", she asked. A smile spread on Max's lips.

"That's a game of ours. I choose one name, and she choose the other one. We decided to kept it a secret until now", he explained.

"Oh my, that's adorable !", the nurse finally laughed.

Your eyes opened a little, and you felt Max's hands caressing your face.

"Hey, love", he said with his soft voice. Remembering where you were, you shot up to look over at your two babies. They both were sleeping peacefully in their little crib. You relieved a breath, and that made the nurse laughed a little. That's when you acknowledged her presence.

"Hi Mom", she smiled your way. "I'm here for the names."

You looked up at Max, his eyes already fixated on you.

"You first", you told him. He nodded, and stared at his sons. He pointed to the smaller one, wearing an orange pyjama.

"May I present you, Tom", he told you proudly.

Tom suited perfectly that little boy. You loved it so much.

"It's amazing", you kissed Max on the cheek. The other boy, wearing his light green pyjama, moved a little but didn't woke up.

"That little baby is Gavin", you said to the nurse, but your eyes stuck on Max. You saw his eyes light up a little bit.

"Tom and Gavin Verstappen. Gosh, it sounds so beautiful", Max said, small happy tears in his eyes.

You spent three days in the hospital before Max was finally able to bring his little family home. Just in time for Christmas.

"You gave me the most beautiful present this year", Max whispered to you, while the both of you were resting on the couch, eyes fixed on your babies boys.

You smiled softly, but didn't answer. Words couldn't describe how happy you were right now. Everything felt in place, exactly where it needed to be.

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"How's my favorite Aussie doing ?", Daniel asked you over the phone.

"Like shit", you replied to him honestly. You were under the cover, a hot water bottle on your stomach, empty chocolate bars packaging all over the bed.

"I wasn't excepting that. What's going, honey ?", he asked in a sudden serious tone.

"Urgh, nothing big. Red days", you told him.

"Oh I see. It's hurting that bad ?" You hummed for an answer. "It's been a while since it has weakened you like this. I'll be home faster than you can say rainbow", he said and you could hear him run wherever he was.

"Rainbow", you joked. "Don't rush too much, I'll be okay. Love you", you whispered.

"I love you more", and then he hand up the phone. He was away for the Silverstone GP, and he was coming home for a few days before the next one. You didn't know if he was still in the paddock or at the airport - or somewhere in between.

Pain filled your whole body. You tried to fight to stay awake and welcome Daniel home, but fatigue took the best out of you.

You woke up feeling tickles all around your face. There was something there. You tried to push it with your fingers, but they were caught in someone else's hand. Your lips automatically smiled.

"Hi Dan", you said, opening slowly your eyes.

"Hi, my beautiful lady", he said, almost crushing you by laying his entire body on you.

"You're heavy", you pouted.

"How do you feel ?", he asked, sitting down next to you.

"Terrible, it's getting worse. I feel like there's a hundred people walking inside my stomach", you complained. "What about you ? Great race, I'm so proud of you", you finished your sentence with a wince of pain.

"Do you need anything ? Hey, you wanna what we'll do ?", he asked you while getting up.

"Enlighten me, please"

"First of all, you are going to go back to sleep, okay ?", he kissed your forehead, insistent on the you.

"Alone ? Danny, you just got back...", you gave him puppy eyes.

"I'll join you quickly. Pinky promise"

"Pinky promise", you told him, smiling lightly. He kissed you once more and left the room.

Again, it didn't took long time to fall back asleep. You were in so much pain, you didn't had a lot of strength to fight it.

You were taken out of your sleep by noises downstair. You guessed Daniel was probably back from wherever he decided to go. You tried to get up but your body was aching so much, you collapsed back on the bed, making a bit of mess.

"Honey, everything alright ?", you heard him shout from downstairs. He then ran up the stairs. He saw you out of the covers, and smiled lightly. "I think you need to stay still a while", he told you nicely.

"I need to get up", you groaned.

"No you don't, tell me what you need", he tried to force you to lay down but you tried to resist.

"Dan"

"What ?"

"You can't help me on this one, I just need to get up quickly", you explained to him, hoping he'd understand the hint. But unfortunately, he didn't. Sometimes, he was just too innocent.

"If you don't let me get up, there will be stains of blood all over our shits", you told him, almost sarcastically.

"Damn, well, at least let me help you to get up", he took you bridal style and carried you in the bathroom. "Alright, do your thing, I'll be right here when you get out"

You changed your tampons and looked at yourself in the mirror. You sighed, you absolutely looked like shit.

"Is everything ok, honey ?", Daniel knocked softly on the door. Facing silence, he opened it slowly.

"I'm awful", you went to hide in his chest. You didn't really had mood swings during your period, but you could easily tore yourself down.

"For someone who's bleeding like hell, you look amazing. You really are beautiful, you're the most gorgeous girl I've ever met. C'mon princess, you just need to rest", he again helped you out and put you down the kingsize bed.

"It's freaking dumb, I'm just on period. Why the hell is it hurting that bad ?", you asked, more to the universe than to the poor guy standing next to you and looking completely lost.

"I don't know, love. It'll be behind you really fast. Will a warm bath help ?", you looked at him disgusted.

"Nope, not really, I don't feel like it. Sorry, you can go take a shower though", you replied without thinking. Daniel made big eyes.

"Is this your way of telling me I smell bad ?', he was clearly offended.

"No", you bursted out of laughing, despite it hurting you more. "I was just thinking that after the flight, it might make you feel good"

"Don't worry about that, I took one right before I left"

Daniel went back downstairs but was back quickly to your side, with a bag.

"Is that my treasure ?", you tried to joke.

"It is, there's everything you like in here", he said getting everything out by pointing it to you. "Chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. Here we have some chips and some guacamole to dip in. I also bought cheese"

You caught the chips. "Thank you so much, I was dying to eat this", you gave your lover a genuine smile.

"Give me that water bottle, I'm going to fill up with hot water again"

You couldn't be thankful enough to have him in your life. He was always the sweetest. You loved him so much. For the first time in your life, you truly felt loved back.

"There you have it", he placed the hot water bottle back on your stomach. He tucked you in with all of your covers beneath you.

He laid down next to you, peppering kisses all over your face.

"Can we watch a movie ?", you asked.

"You wishes are my mine, Miss", he turned on the tv and went through the netflix catalogue. "How about... The notebook ?'

"Yes, right decision", you snug closer to him if that was even possible.

You managed to stay awake for the whole film, even if you didn't really watched it.

Daniel hugged you closer. "Feeling better ?", he asked you.

"A little yeah", you answered.

"Tummy rubs ?", he smiled your way, making your eyes light up.

"Please", you got rid of the cover to let your stomach show for you boyfriend to take care of.

He put his head against your stomach and kiss it through your shirt. He let his fingers caress it, and massage it really lightly. It felt so damn good, it was like Dan's fingers were taking all the pain away.

"You're so magical", you told him, eyes closed.

"And I'm not even naked", he joked.

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo !", you yelled at him in a playful way.

"I can't wait for you to feel better", he kissed your stomach a little longer. You hummed. "I've missed you so much, your body, your curves, everything. I wanna show you how much I need you", his hands made their dangerous way to your boobs.

"Can I ?", he whispered against you.

"They hurt", you told him.

"I'll be careful", his hands applied a little pressure on your boobs. At first, the sensation was weird, and kinda painful. But it soon turned out to feel really nice. He kissed your left boob, with your shirt still on.

"I love you so much", his body moved up closer, so now his head was now resting in your neck.

"I love you more", you replied honestly.

Period was a fucking hell of a mess, but it was a little more bearable with Daniel by your side.

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"Do I look alright ?", you asked Max while stepping out of the bathroom. You were wearing a tight navy blue dress. The sparkles were shining with your every moves. It curved you perfectly, changing from your race suit or the joggers you wore to work. You let your hair fell on your naked shoulders. Tonight, you wanted to be the most beautiful girl in the room. All eyes would be on you, but you only cared about one pair of dark ocean one's.

Max looked at you without saying a word. His mouth was forming a little 'o'. He spent the whole afternoon with you, watching you get ready. Mocking your stressed self, or telling you the lame jokes racing drivers usually loved.

"You are absolutely stunning, Y/N", he marked a pause. "As a big brother, I'm even a little scared to let you go out like that", he said, a little smile forming on his lips.

"I'll be in good company", you simply answered.

You let your fingers run on the fabric of your dress. Tension filled all your body, there wasn't a real reason to be nervous but you couldn't help it. You had the impression to back in Monza for your first race. The adrenaline was the exact same, the euphoria sinking in your body left a deja-vu feeling.

The doorbell of your flat rang. You made a few timid steps to open it. He stood there, more beautiful than ever. His navy blue shirt matched your dress in a perfect way, like you did it on purpose - which you didn't. He was holding a bouquet of white roses. His signature grin illuminated his face. He took a better look at you, and was amazed by you beautiful you were.

"You - uhm, you look incredible, Y/N. As stunning as ever", he said stuttering a little bit on his own words. His nervous brain stopped functioning for a short moment. His cheeks were tinted by a tiny pink blush.

"Those are for you", he gave you the flowers.

You took the bouquet in your hands. You automatically smelled the roses, their scent filling your nose. Pierre looked at you as if it was the first time he was seeing you. His heart did some jolts, his chest was getting warmer by each second. You smiled at him, letting your eyes meet his properly.

"Thank you. I'm gonna put them in a vase, I'll be back", you told him, leaving him at the door. "How did you know tho ? White roses are my favorite !", you yelled from the kitchen.

"I just know", he murmured to himself, not loud enough for you to hear.

Max stood up to greet his ex teammate. They exchanged a handshake. "I'm not gonna give you the classic big brother speech, but still, hurt her and you're done, Gasly", your bother said in a stern voice.

Pierre laughed humorlessly, before laying his eyes on you again. "I wouldn't dare to do anything wrong to her, mate."

You came back, grabbing your purse on your way. Hugged quickly Max, and followed Pierre outside your flat.

"You look good, in case I didn't tell you", you shyly mentioned to Pierre.

"Thanks, my love", he replied while getting out of the lift. He called you this way a few times during the last race, but your heart couldn't get used to it. It rolled on his lips perfectly, like that's the only name he was supposed to call you. He added the 'my', and it made you blush even more. He was making you understand you were his, just like he was yours. You smiled like an idiot, you belonged to Pierre Gasly.

He hold the door for you and helped you get in the car, like the sweet gentlemen he was. He drove a little, speeding from time to time to put a knowing grin on your face. He parked in front of a cute restaurant facing the sea. Its facade was painted with a light blue, with cutes little tables outside. A beige scooter was standing on the left corner of the door, you paid attention to little things like that. The whole building looked like coming from an age movie.

"Nous voilà à bon port", he happily announced. You loved hearing him talk in his native language, his accent making shivers run down your spin. You didn't understand a thing of what he just said, but seeing the smile on his face, you assumed it was just a cute gibberish.

"May I ?", he said pointing your arm. You nodded at him, giggling like a kid. Words were stuck in your throat. He gently took it and walked you to the restaurant.

You were greeted by a nice waitress. " Hello, can I have your reservation's name, please ?"

"Gasly", Pierre answered.

"Perfect. Mrs. and Mr Gasly, please follow me", she simply told you. Your heart missed a beat at her sentence. It felt so right.

You were seated on a table hidden in the back of the restaurant. Pierre wanted a bit of privacy with you. You had a perfect view on the ocean, but you'd rather get lost in his blue eyes. You could see forever in them.

Pierre sat down in front of you. " I can also come next to you if you'd prefer ", he said, ready to change places if you'd ask. Ready to give you everything he's ever possessed. He'd handle you the keys to his Castle and make you the Queen if you'll let him.

"No, it's fine. I like you there", you confessed to him with a smile on your face. You could admire him from your spot, learning every curves of his face just like you knew every tracks by heart.

You placed your chin on your closed fist, leaning your elbow against the table. You were exchanging loving looks with him, contemplating his glittering figure. He gave off this angelic aura, being around him felt like heaven. You could passed hours just looking at him being. He was breathtaking.

The food tasted delicious. Pierre stole a few of your tomates. You were eating the same salad, but he said 'it's not a date if I don't steal from your plate' and it made you laugh so hard you had tears in your eyes. He observed your laughing face, from your adorable tiny gap between your teeth to your dimples that completed perfectly your face.

The conversation flew easily between the two of you. Talking about F1, Monaco, Milan, food, your favorite show, sharing secrets, anything and everything that passed through one another head's. It was like you had done this your whole life, with him.

Pierre couldn't stop asking you questions. He wanted to know each little pieces that made you whole. All of your favorite things were noted in a corner of his mind, in case he needed them for a future date or little gifts. He knew he wanted to spoil you, so he could see that smile on your face as much as possible - little did he know he only needed to be close to you to make you smile. Just like when, one day, he heard you say how much you loved white roses. He never let his mind slipped that detail.

"What's going on in that pretty mind of yours ?", your voice tore Pierre out of his thoughts.

"It wasn't an accident. The - the flowers, I mean. Uh, I - I already knew how much you loved white roses", he confessed, his cheeks turned into this familiar pinkish tone. Your face turned into a frown before smiling big.

"Max, what a snitch...", you let out a chuckle.

Pierre looked away, nodding his head no.

"I heard you on that wednesday night", he stated. You couldn't put the finger on what he was referring to. "At SPA", and suddenly your mind clicked.

That night, you were in the hotel's public salon, chatting with Max and drinking tea before going to bed. You confessed him you wanted to put flowers for Anthoine on the track. You knew him a little, having raced once or twice against him. You were devastated when he died, being the first deadly crash you'd ever seen - and you wished it'd be the last. You suddenly realized how much this sport was dangerous. How Max could get hurt, or how you could get hurt. It didn't stop you - nothing could take away your love for racing, but that fear lived in a far corner of your spirit when you were on track. Still, you wanted to pay homage to Anthoine. Max told you he'd take care of it, asking his PR manager to bring white roses for the day after. You exclaimed 'no'. That's when you told him they were your favorite flowers and you didn't want them to be associated with sadness. They meant love to you, and you'd prefer if it stayed this way. You told him you'd go to the flower shop in the morning on your own. You wanted to choose the best looking bouquet. What you didn't acknowledge was Pierre's presence during that little talk.

"I was sitting at a table behind you. Pyry left me to take a phone call, and when I heard... When I heard his - uh, his name, I just couldn't stop myself from listening", he said, sadness filling his voice. He still hadn't look at you. The sun was starting to settle and he got lost in it. He associated sunsets with his beloved friend. He always imagined that it was Anthoine sending him a message from up there. Just saying 'hey mate, everything's okay here, don't worry about me. Go make me proud'. That's why he could spent long minutes looking at it. He felt connected to Anthoine, as much as when he's racing. It was their little talks from two different world.

"Anyways", he said rubbing his eyes a little preventing tears to fall, "I remembered you loved white roses", his smile came back on his face.

You were speechless. You realized Pierre had paid attention to you for a long time ago. That conversation with Max probably lasted less than 2 minutes, yet Pierre noticed what you said and didn't forget it. You wondered how many other details of you he knew. Butterflies erupted in your stomach knowing he'd always been yours, in a way.

At the same time, you were discovering a new Pierre. A Pierre you didn't know nothing about. That sensitive side of him made you fall for him a little bit more. You wished you could have been there for him all this time ago. You'd have taken a little bit of his pain on your shoulders.

You gently placed your hand in the middle of the table, and he didn't hesitate one second before taking it in his. He mindlessly started rubbing it. This was your way to tell him how sorry you were, and how you'd stand strong by his side from now on.

"Can I get you a dessert ?", the waitress interrupted the two of you. Pierre ordered a chocolate brownie that you would share.

"It will be our little secret", he said winking at you. Both of you were on a strict diet. You knew your physio would kill you, and same for Pierre's but in this particular moment you couldn't give a damn.

"Do you wanna go for a walk ?", Pierre said, jogging a little to catch you. He stayed inside, and took care of the bill. It was his treat because, after all, you beat him. He quickly checked you out, and wondered how it was possible to be this hot.

You were already walking alongside the sea. "Let's walk on the beach, then", you told him.

He took his hand in his and lead you there. You took your high heels off, and felt how the sand was still a little warm even if the sun was letting its place to the moon.

"First one to the sea", Pierre suddenly shouted. He was running before you could processed his words. You sprinted to the water, but he was a step ahead.

"I've beaten you, now !", he said in a childish way.

"Well, it's unfair because you started to run before me. We weren't even !", you explained to him. He took a step closer to you.

"Bad loser, I see, I see", he remarked.

"I'm not", you pouted.

"You owe me the next date", his breath was a little crazy from suddenly running.

"Oh, because you're assuming there's a next date ? Ambitious", you played him, pretending to think about it. He raised his eyebrows up in a defiantly way, and couldn't control the little laugh that escaped your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your eyes never leaving his. His hands went to grip your hips firmly.

"I'm never letting you go", he confessed, kissing the top of your head. You stayed in his embrace for a little while, but soon, the cold was eating out your bones alive. You shook lightly in Pierre's warm hug.

"You're cold ?", he asked in a sweet voice. You just nodded. "Well, if I had a jacket I would have put it on you, just like in all those romantic movies", he laughed at his own words. "Let me take you home", he caught your hand and led you to his shinny car.

The car ride was silent. Pierre had put his hand on your thigh, squeezing it from time to time. The heater was slowly warming you up.

You couldn't stop thinking about the amazing guy on your left. You were wondering how it was possible to feel so comfortable, so close, so in love with someone in such a little time. You've thought about the moment your relationship changed from an apparent one-sided crush to the beginning of a love story. You couldn't thank RedBull enough to have let you drive for Alpha Tauri last week.

This time, he was the one dragging you out of your mind. "Everything alright ?", he demanded with a worried voice. You hadn't realize, but your eyebrows frowned and you shut yourself down.

"I was just thinking", you told him, a light smile making its way on your lips.

"You can talk to me, you know", he just said. Not forcing you to open up, just reminding you he was there for you. He'd always be there for you.

"Would we have find each other if I didn't race in Monza ?", you asked him. You've liked him for a long time, and tonight made you realize he felt the same way. But if you didn't race in Monza, if you hadn't needed his touch to comfort you or if you hadn't hung yourself around his arms, would you be there now ? Sitting his car, craving his touch, his words, his whole being and knowing you could have it all if you'd ask ?

"Yes, my love", he said cutting off your wondering thoughts. He squeezed your thigh again, a little harder, and you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt.

The break soon came to an end. You and Pierre kept on calling each other, sending tons and tons of messages, and living on the other mind's rent free. You weren't an official couple yet, but you were slowly getting there.

Alpha Tauri still needed you to cover for Yuki in Russia, since the poor boy was still extremely sick. You were over the moon. You had never race in Sochi, so it'll be a first for you. You also couldn't wait to be next to Pierre again.

Thursday and friday passed by on so quickly. You didn't had a minute to rest, and so did Pierre. You exchanged a few looks and hugs in the garage. He called each night just to hear your voice wishing him a goodnight.

When qualifying arrived, you were more than ready, feeling like it was gonna be a good one. Car was great, and you adored the track. Pierre was already in his car while you were just putting your helmet on. You felt his gaze on you, so you just winked his way before hoping in your car.

It had started well, but rain joined the party. You weren't ready for that. You'd never raced under the rain. You started to panic, your engineer keeping on telling you it'll be okay. You took a last corner before going back into the pits, but your car slipped. You entered the barrier with a hard violence. You braced yourself for the impact. Everything went black for a second.

"Y/N ! Y/N, can you hear me ?", you heard your engineer shouted on the radio. "Fuck, she's not answering. What's the fucking safety car doing ?", you guessed the crash was pretty violent from the worry in his voice.

You couldn't talk for the moment, the air was stuck in your throat. You felt paralyzed, none of your members accepting to move. You felt your head hurting so bad. You were dizzy, ready to throw up in the car.

You didn't really know if you were really hurt from the impact, or if you were just shocked.

"Ok Pierre, there's an accident ahead of you. Red flag, watch for remains on the track", Pierre's engineer told him. "We haven't heard from the driver yet, I'll come back to you with more information", he said, voice deeply low.

"Who is it ?", the driver asked.

"Y/N", he quietly answered, gulping loudly. Everyone in the garage had felt the chemistry between you two. They all knew you cared about the other one dearly.

"Putain !", Pierre shouted on the radio.

After what felt like minutes - but in reality were seconds, you managed to move a little bit. It took everything in you but you got out of the car.

"She's out, she's out", all the Alpha Tauri's mechanics were relieved. "Y/N, please, confirm to us you are okay, the safety car is on its way."

You gave a thumbs up, still not being able to talk. You went on the side of the track, waiting for someone to come pick you up. Helmet on, your head was heavy. Your brain was drumming inside your skull. Thoughts were racing inside your head.

"She looks alright Pierre, she's out and gave a thumbs up", Pierre's engineer told him. The blondish boy let a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have been able to live if he had lost you on the track. Not where he had you in the palm on his hands, ready to be his. He needed more time with you. In fact, he needed forever. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and no one else.

You got carried away to the medical center. Max was waiting for you there. When he heard you had crash, he went back to the pits, not giving a fuck about what his team was saying to him. He couldn't give a damn about orders. He wanted to check if his little sister was alright, by himself.

You jog a little bit to hide yourself in his chest. Tears immediately started to fall from your eyes.

"You're alright, you're alright", Max kept whispering in your ear. "C'mon, doctors need to check on you."

You were completely okay, not even a bruise on your skin. You just had a big headache. The crash scared you, left you numb, but you will be just fine with time.

Pierre rushed to the medical center, but you were already gone. Max accompanied you to your hotel room. He let you alone, well aware that the french man would be there soon enough. In fact, when he closed your door, he saw his silhouette from down the hall.

Pierre looked like he was back from hell, so Max felt the urge to hug him quickly. "She's fine, she just needs to sleep. Tell me when you're going back to your room, I don't wanna leave her alone", he told the Alpha Tauri driver.

"I don't plan on leaving her alone either", Pierre answered.

He entered your room quietly. You were hidden under the covers, already sleeping peacefully. Your breath was steady. Much to his relief, you really looked okay. He'd been so worried about you. The last few hours took him back to a nightmare he thought he'd never live again. You couldn't lose you.

He laid next to you in silence, hugging you from behind, being careful not to hurt you. You moved a little, opening your eyes slowly. You felt Pierre's presence - recognizing him by his scent, and everything suddenly felt better, you were now safe in his arms, protected from the outside world.

"Hi", you managed to get out, voice hoarse.

"Hi, my love. How do you feel ?", he asked you, making you turn around, carefully, to face him. You were now laying on your side. He scanned your head, seeking any traces of the crash.

"Physically okay - i just have an headache, but generally... Like shit. It was scary as hell", you rested your head near his chest. He kissed the top of your head, playing lightly with your hair. His other hand went to caress your back.

"I'm tired", you whined, on the verge of tears.

"You need to rest, ma belle."

"Stay with me, please", you plead him, not wanting to let go from his embrace.

He put on top of him, letting you hide your face on the crock of his neck. "Always", he just said.

The morning after, you felt like time had slow down. You were in a pretty good shape, but still a little numb from the crash. You tried to ignore the flashs coming back in your head, and carried on with your day. Pierre stuck by your side every second of it. You were in the bathroom, brushing your teeth ? He was in the bathroom. You talked to Max on the phone, sitting on the balcony ? He stayed outside too. You went to the garage ? Him too. Resting in your motorhome after the debrief with the team ? Count him in. He followed you like your shadow - which you secretly loved. You'd give anything to have him by your side until the end of your days.

Your team decided to let you race. Max wasn't a fan of the idea, but you told him you'd be more careful. He left for the Red Bull Garage with a frown on his face.

Just before the start of the race, Pierre hugged you tightly.

"Stay safe, my love."

Five laps in and you had to retire the car. You didn't know if you were pissed off or relieved, probably a mix of the two emotions.

You stayed in the garage, watching the race, a knot in your stomach. It felt weird to be in the Alpha Tauri instead of the Red Bull's one, but you thought to yourself I could get used to it.

Pierre got P3. Everyone in the garage was shouting in excitement. You were so proud of him, he did an incredible race from the start to the end. He deserved it so much.

You watched him hugged every mechanic waiting outside for him, and rushing to come inside the garage. He took his helmet off, and ran to you. He lifted you in the air, you couldn't stop giggling, both of you in total euphoria. The crash or the retirement were already out of your mind, only stayed Pierre's podium. Not even his podium, he was the only thing left on your mind.

"You were amazing out there. I'm so proud of you, baby", you whispered-yelled in his ear. The nickname fell out of your mouth so naturally.

Pierre smiled, he couldn't stop smiling. He had a podium and his girl in his arms, nothing could be better.

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you for the first time with passion, love, tenderness and desire. Kissing him felt like all the stars aligned. His lips tasted like honey mixed up with sweat from the race. You let your hands run into his wet hair, still up in his arms. All the garage was cheering for the both of you.

Max arrived, wanting to congratulate Pierre on the P3 before he left for the podium, since the Dutch driver wouldn't be up there due to DNF. He made a gross face when he saw you making out with Pierre in public. Secretly, he was the happiest for you. His little sister had finally his lover.

"Do I deserve another date, my love ?", Pierre asked you between kisses, whispering sweetly in your ears.

"You deserved the whole universe, my love."

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