F1-F4 one shots

Max Verstappen- Why?

Requested by nini_lx

10: Why do you even like me?

"I'd stay on your toes with him again today.. he's a bit you know." Jos speaks to you outside the hospitality area. "Oh? Why?" Jos shakes his head. "I can't say. But he's just having a hard time, you know with you know who... please remember he isn't this person." You nod your head, thankful that Jos comes in and tells you Max's moods daily, with it only being your first year with him. You aren't sure that you've ever seen him in a good mood and it's nearing the summer break.

He walks passed you and just glares. Not even at anything specific just at the world in general.
"Hi.. there is a bunch of stuff to get signed before the track walk." He looks at you angrily. "Fine... I'll do it. Can you get me some food and a coffee and water." He barks. With a slight nod of your head, you leave him.
"Here you go.. Ma.. Oh. Sorry. Are you okay?" As you open the door, you see a very different Max. Left to his own devices, his own head has sent him in a spiral down.
He sits head in his hands and quite obviously crying.

"Can you just leave the shit there and get out!!" He says. But you stand there confused. You just want to console him. " I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!!!" He shouts at you. You drop the plate and coffee on the table beside him and walk out.
You are physically shaking when you see him again. But again it's a different side of him.
As if he has forgotten how he spoke to you. "Are you coming to walk the track? You've never been to this one right?" You shake your head at him. "So do you want too?" Again you shake your head.
"No. I'm done. I need to go." Max looks at you, confused. "What have I missed?" He jokes as the team is around.
Your eyes flick up to his face. "You tell me? I'm done being your verbal fucking punchbag. I've had weeks of it and I'm done okay. I'm sick of your fucking attitude. We get it. You are the main fucking character."
Max smiles and then laughs. "I like you. You're funny."
You shake your head at him. "No. I'm not. I'm hardworking and passionate about this sport. I go weeks without seeing friends and family back home, to be your verbal punchbag. You are making me hate this job."

Max stops smiling. "I don't do that... why do you girls all have to be the same Huh? The fucking victim. Constantly. Oh no Max you can't do that... oh no Max I won't leave your fucking house as I just refuse. We have nowhere else to go... I'll post fake shit daily online to make it seem we are still together. Now you. Don't come into my space and place and try to be the victim."
He gets up into your face.
"Max Emilian... what are you doing?" You get pushed back by Jos, as he pushes in between you and Max. Jos shouts at Max in Dutch, to which he argues back.
"Go grab a drink darling.. have a break. Yeah?" Jos says to you, but you stand there confused.

As you sit in a quiet place hidden by miscellaneous stuff. Pulling your knees to your chest.
You think about what just happened.
It all plays out again and again. Would Max have hit you?
Would he have done something he would've regretted?
You hear your name, but as you come out from your hiding space. You are annoyed  when you see who had said it.
"Hi.." you go to turn and walk away. But you feel him touching your arm.
"Please. Can we talk?" He asks you. Closing your eyes, you don't want to speak to him. You don't want to him go anywhere near you.
He looks at you, you see the desperation in his face. So you nod your head against better judgment.

Following him, you start to worry when you end up in his driver room again.
"Listen. I owe you an apology. It got heated.. don't roll your eyes at me." He ends up biting at you again.
"What are you expecting from me? You can't even say it to me!! Just fucking apologise.. I don't need any excuse." He looks at you, watching you as you stand up and walk towards the door.
"Please. Let me explain to you. I owe you that. Yeah? It'll make me like you more if you let me just explain." He looks at you, hoping that you'll just sit down and let it happen.

So you perch on the wall, looking at him. "I didn't even know you liked me. Why do you even like me?" You ask him.
He smirks at you. "You put up with me... in all my moods." He smiles. "I'm grateful for you. You came into this not knowing me and I know I'm not showing you the best of me. Personally anyway. I am sorry, for before. I'm sorry for how I've been. Honestly. Home life as I'm sure you are aware as it gets talked about enough. Isn't great. I'm sure you've seen the rumours and the crap I've had to deal with." You nod your head, you had but didn't want to think about them in detail.
"You know about it right?" He looks at you waiting for some sort of acknowledgment. "Yes. But it doesn't matter does it? I've seen things about you, that is none of my business..." You look at Max, his eyes are fixated on you.
"Yes. It is, I know how much people talk about it. Even team members. It's just home life is hard. My ex won't leave my house. It's frustrating to say the least."
You keep watching him, his whole body just expels the rage and fire in him.

You move to where he is. Gripping his shaking arm, letting him know he's not alone. His other arm, wraps around your waist.
As he stands up, he doesn't let go of your. Gripping onto you, your own heart beats fast and hard. "Relax.. I'm just enjoying this." He whispers as his face is close to yours. Max kisses you without warning. His lips crushing down onto yours.
"Keep this quiet? Yeah baby?" You nod your head, still unsure on what he wants to do.
"I love it when you wear the skirt... later come for dinner?" You nod your head, not expecting the weekend to go, how it does.

Sex.. lots and lots of sex.
Then it being seen on tv, Max's face of pure happiness. He's seen on the F1 channel, kissing your forehead. Just how he looks at you become a whole new talking point for the F1 world.
"Do you have plans this summer break? We could go away together.. build on what we have?"
You stand staring at your phone. Max has never text you before. So you are confused when you see his text.
"How did you get my number? But yes. I'd like that, I think."
As you hit send you know, you are caught up in something you've never really thought about.