F1 One Shots

Max Verstappen - Keep Fighting

You walked into the apartment that you and Max shared in the city of Monte Carlo. You called out to your boyfriend, closing the door behind you, taking off your coat and shoes treading slightly through the corridor which led into the open plan kitchen and living room.

You frowned no sound coming back to you from Max, who was always waiting for you to return from your classes at university when he was home. Instead all you saw was the cats Jimmy and Sassy coming up towards you rubbing against your legs. "Max?" You called again and still there was nothing.

You knew that he was home, at least he should be he didn't have any driving commitments or other commitments with Red Bull. You were sure that you and seen his shoes and his red bull bag hanging by the entry.

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You called out again but the only sound that came back was the cats meowing for food. You looked down at them nibbling your lips deciding to wait knowing that they had been fed earlier in the day and instead focused on finding your boyfriend. You walked on through the apartment, opening each door and looking in the rooms as you passed, the bathroom, the two guest rooms and even his gaming room where he was regularly racing on his simulator with his friends or on his PC playing COD. There was nothing, no signs of him anywhere. 

As you walked through the apartment that had views across the harbour and out towards the Mediterranean glistening in the warm autumn sun your heartrate began increasing as your worry for your boyfriend got increasingly worse. 

You reached the final room yet to be checked, your bedroom. You opened the door and stopped in your tracks. The room was a mess, the bed covers which you had tidied seemed slept in again, the quilt fallen haphazardly on the floor. There were Max's clothes thrown throughout the room and a multitude of random things on the floor as if he had emptied his draws. You called out again but there was still no answer.

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You noticed a noise sounding like a choked sob coming from the bathroom. As you approached lessening the distance the sound of crying got louder. You knocked on the door softly staying outside of it, unsure what of what you should do, "Max? Are you OK?" You asked, you heard more sobbing coming from inside but there was no reply to your question. 

You sighed, before opening the door. Your heart broke as you saw the state that your usually so strong boyfriend was in. He was sat on the floor against the cabinets, his legs were pulled up to his chest and his head was buried into his knees. You could clearly see his shoulder shaking and hear the sobs that were emitting from him as he tried to catch is breath. "Max, baby?" You asked he made no move to acknowledge you the sobs making it near impossible for him to hear you.