F1 onehots

Exciting - Max Verstappen

The alarm of my phone went off but I was already wide awake. I quickly shut off the alarm. Today was qualification day again. I got out of bed careful not to wake up Lewis. I'd always wake up before him to get ready to go with him. He wanted me to look presentable, perfect.  The press would have a feast if I wasn't picture perfect. I had a small breakfast and did some yoga before going to shower. The sound of the shower woke up Lewis. It was only six am I'd been up for an hour already. When I was done showering I got into my outfit I had prepared days in advance. I glided my white tennis skirt up past my freshly shaven legs. Buttoned up my blouse and glided my Tommy Hilfiger sweater-vest over my head. I straighten my hair as Lewis took a shower. When he was done showering I cleared out the fog on the mirror and started on my make up. I was going for picture perfect, not a blemish in sight was the goal. It was 10 to 7 when Lewis started to get impatient. I was putting on my watch as he said: "If you don't hurry up now I am leaving with out you. God you are so slow each morning." Slow? I'd been up since 5 to be ready for him. I hurried to his bedroom to find my shoes and purse. I cursed at the shoes they weren't going on fast enough. Not even 5 minutes later Lewis yelled: "I am leaving now, you can fucking get there yourself!" I rushed downstairs at the sound of the door closing. What the fuck?! He just left me here? We didn't have to leave for another 10 minutes I was nearly finished. 

I got to the track in the cabrio, it was the only car in the garage. My hair was messed up by the wind. I felt kind of afraid thinking of Lewis' reaction to my looks right now. I pushed passed the press ignoring them. Lewis didn't want me to pay any attention to them, so I didn't. I got to the motorhomes. Passing McLaren, Ferrari, red bull to end up in front of the Mercedes home. Lewis made eye contact with me and he looked angry. I felt myself cower in response to his glare. "You took an hour to get ready to look like that?! Don't come to my garage today. Fucking hell y/n, you look hideous!" It was two hours actually. I swallow and nod. Hideous? Was it that bad. Waste of my time getting ready then. He leaves me standing between the Mercedes and Redbull motorhomes. What do I do now? "Y/n? Wauw like the new hair. It suits you." Max, max and I had been friends before I started dating Lewis. The fellow Dutchie changed his smile when he saw I wasn't amused at the comment. "What's wrong lieverd?" I smile at him trying to brush it off. "Thank you for the compliment Max. If only Lewis liked it as much." I smile sadly. He caught on to what was happening. He always thought Lewis treated you wrongly. The standerds Lewis put up for you were inhumane. You deserved better. You deserved someone who loved you and treated you right, someone like him. "Ach lieverd, je bent prachtig. Als hij dat niet ziet is echt zijn eigen probleem."  The switch to dutch made me smile. Knowing we could talk without anyone knowing gave a sense of comfort. "Thanks max, maar het is nu toch echt ook mijn probleem. Hij wil me niet bij hem in de garage hebben right now." He hugs me tightly. "Come with me then." I smile at him sadly. "I can't he'd hate that I am just going to go home. Goodluck Max." He watched you leave until you were out of sight before rubbing the frown on his forehead with his fingers. God, you didn't deserve that. Lewis didn't deserve you."

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I had gone back to my own room in the hotel that day. The press picked up on it quickly. Lewis had made a comment about my looks in an interview yesterday. It was awful. Max and I had snapped through the evening. "You know I like you best like this. The natural hair, no make up the comfy clothes, it's more you." I smiled at the text it was now early morning and I had snapped Max a good morning snap. A mirror selfie showing me in my pyjama's. Another text wiped the smile off my face. "Don't come to the race today, if you do we're over. I can't be seen with you right now. You're embarrassing." Lewis didn't want me to come to the race. 

"You coming to the race lieverd?" I smiled sadly at max's obvious bed hair. He had send me a selfie of him still laying in bed, cute. I tapped my screen to reply changing the camera to face away from my face. "Can't Lewis doesn't want me there." Max huffed at the responds, why does she let him controle her so much. She deserves more. "You are coming! I need you there. And you're wearing that. I love comfy y/n. It's time he didn't control your life." He quickly got dressed texting his PR manager to get you a paddock pass and to go pick you up. His plan was going to work he just knew it. You would be there for him. So he could be there for you.