[one shot] [requested by aleepiastri_thank you for your great plots all along the way haha <3] The hate you get has gotten worse and worse and not believing what people say about you seems to get harder than ever. You think it's best if the two of you break up.
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trigger warnings: — strong language — indirect mentions of suicide
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Over the months, the hate only got worse and you couldn't take it anymore. You had to do something or you would do something to yourself. It was making you crazy.
So many people telling you to fuck off, break up with Fabio, you even got death threaths. Though these things were aimed at you, you also still got the comments saying that you were the cause of Fabio's still decreasing performances. He got a win or podium every now and then and at those times the comments seemed to take a break, but after a couple of days they all came again.
You cried yourself to sleep so many times when you weren't with your boyfriend because you started to believe all the things said, and even started thinking that breaking up with him was the best option for the both of you. You would get a break from all the hate and Fabio would have time to focus on racing again. You knew that the aim was to become a world champion and without you he might even reach that goal. Without any disruptions.
The front door opened and closed, meaning that Fabio came home for a little bit, before he had to leave again after a couple of days. He really came home between the races to see you. God, you really took all his free time, didn't you?
He walked into the living room to see you and when he did he walked a little bit faster to lift you from the floor and embrace you in a tight hug. "I missed you so much." he said when putting you back down and kissing you.
"I missed you too." Your smile was faint, but it was there. Yet he noticed something was off. "I actually need to talk to you."
His smile dropped and sat down on the couch, patting beside him for you to sit down as well, as you did. This could literally go anywhere. Were you pregnant? Did someone in your family die? Did you get a lot of hate again?
The thing was, Fabio didn't know about most of the things you went through as you hid them from him. You made sure you were always logged out of social media when he was on your phone or burned the hateful letters you were handed when you attended a race. He thought it was getting better after the milkshake incident.
You took a deep breath but then just blurted out: "I want to break up." It was in one short breath. The words were pasted all together, making it hard for the not-native English speaker to understand, so he checked if he really heard those words correctly.
"You what?"
"We need to break up, Fabio. You need to focus on racing, not me. You are performing less because of me. Ever since we are together racing is worsening, I am a distraction to you. I know you want to win this championship so badly and you deserve to, really. But I think it will go better if you do not have me by your side to take your attention. Racing should have all of your attention." While talking, your voice broke and teardrops started trickling down your face.
Fabio's breath hitched and his breaths became faster and more frequent. He didn't understand. What did he do wrong in this situation? Nothing right? You didn't blame him for anything, but put all of the blame on yourself instead.
"No." he managed to get out. "No, you can't break up with me, I love you so much, Y/n, don't do this to me." he was now practically begging you, holding both of your hands in his while tears were now streaming down his face too.
"I have to. I love you too, but this will be better for us. You don't understand-"
"No, you don't understand." he cut you off, many emotions were going on in his body and you could hear it. "You don't understand how much I need you. Yes, you are a distraction, but you are my distraction from racing so I don't think about that 24/7. That is positive. If I was thinking about racing all the time I would go crazy. That would affect my results, not you. Have you not noticed that my performances are actually better when you are on track? Have you not noticed that I am the best version of me when you are around. I need you, Y/n. You have stayed by my side all along, even when we weren't together yet. I remember you telling me to not give up and keep pushing till I reached my goals, ever since Moto3. Not a lot of people do that. I cannot perform well every race, I have my ups and down as well, you were the one who taught me how to accept those downs. Because of you I can accept this fact. You mean everything to me. I can't ever lose you. We can't break up. I love you more than anything and I care about you more than winning the championship. I will have my time, I am young, I won't retire from racing anytime soon, so don't retire our relationship so soon. I want you to be there with me when I win the championship. To show off to you and show you off to everybody."
At this point, the both of you were a crying mess. You couldn't take it that he refused to accept that you told him to break things off. It was as if he sensed that you didn't want to break up for real and you were so grateful for that.
"I'm so sorry." you cried out. "So sorry. I don't want to break up." You couldn't hide this from him anymore. He just spilled his heart out to you and you felt so guilty for not telling him the truth so you were about to. You told him about the endless DM's, the tweets, the death threats, everything. He hugged you tightly as if he was afraid that you would run off, which would have probably happened if he never protested.
The two of you decided that you would take some time off of social media, delete all of the apps, and that you would join him to travel to races so he could keep an eye on you. You were not well and he was willing to do everything just to make you feel better again.
And much to both of your surprise, after a long season of fighting for points, Fabio was first in the championship with a difference of only six points from Marc Marquez, his biggest opponent for this year.
You were there, with him. You couldn't believe your eyes when it happened. Your jaw dropped and started jumping. Soon you were embraced by Fabio's PR who was jumping and cheering as well. Together you ran to the place where Fabio would get off his bike, so you could be one of the first to congratulate him.
When he took off his helmet, your bright smile was the first thing he saw. And though he ran to his team manager first and then ran down the whole team, when he reached you he hung around a little longer, gave you a hug that was a little tighter. and whispered: "I told you. You would be there when I would win the championship."
Happy tears were forming in your eyes and you cupped his cheeks to kiss him. It was all on camera for live TV, but you didn't care anymore. The world was allowed to know that you were his girlfriend and that you couldn't be more proud of him. You loved him and you needed him to be with you, forever.
