Unwritten Endings [Daniel Ricciardo]

All good / All ways

There was something about Daniel's apartment that I enjoyed, it wasn't really a spectacular one, and it was obvious that it was a man living here, whenever he actually got to spend some time here. 

A few posters hanging on his walls, and clothes that surely was in big need for a clean was on the floor, even though he had literally been running inside the apartment once we got here to tidy up a bit. I had been laughing when he ran away and asked if I could close my eyes for a moment so I didn't have to see his apartment in the worst state ever, but I tried to stop him from it, knowing fully well that he was barely at home during the season. 

The last time I was here, I had barely any time to explore his shelf filled with helmets, trophies and other things related to his F1-career, but now that Daniel excused himself for a quick shower, I took my chance to look around at all his things in peace. Smiling, I noticed a photo from when he was younger, and his curls were surely bigger and all over the place. I knew that I had to ask him when he first joined Formula 1 once he was out of the shower, because if he was driving in the series when I was watching it with my dad when he was still alive, it would be a shame that I didn't remember him. 

Noticing one of the trophies in gold, I read the small text on it, "Monaco Grand Prix 2018, 1st place". Oh, that explained his irritation earlier this week over getting in 6th place. If he had been winning races before, it surely must've hurt not getting in the top of the grid. I didn't dare touching the trophy, mostly because I was scared of breaking anything, but also because it felt like it was there to not be touched. 

Moving my eyes over to one of his helmets, I noticed the big Red Bull-logo on it. Carefully picking it up from the shelf, I turned it around in my hands, seeing the number 3 on it and some of the, what I assumed was, his sponsors. Even though the helmet surely was pretty, I had to admit that his new helmet that I noticed him wearing last weekend, was way better, and fitting his personality more. 

Watching the small opening where you usually put your head in, I felt my claustrophobic side coming through. 

"You want to try it out?" Daniel said suddenly, making me jump and nearly drop the helmet to the floor. 

"Fuck! I didn't realise that you were out of the shower." I breathed out, trying to make my heart rate slow down. I had always been a person that got easily scared, especially when I got lost in thoughts. I was so focused on trying to collect myself again after Daniel's unplanned scare that it took me a while to see that Daniel was literally only having a towel hanging around his hips. 

If it hadn't been for Daniel's laughter as he watched my reaction, both from being scared and also the way my concentration flew out of the window, I wouldn't remember how to act like a normal human being. 

"How does your head fit into this?" I finally said, pointing to the opening of the helmet. 

With a smirk, Daniel walked over to me in the living room, before taking the helmet away from my hands. Explaining for me that it was mostly soft padding to keep the head fitted around the neck, he put it over his head quickly, making me laugh at the view in front of me. 

"If you ever go driving dressed like this during the races, I'll join you on every single one of them!" 

"Well, if that's what it takes for me to bring you with me, I'll do it. Except that the FIA and my team will ban me probably." A muffled voice came out from the helmet, as I could only see Daniel's eyes through the opening. 

Before I knew it, the helmet was suddenly on my head, and my laughter couldn't stop coming as I felt silly in it. Daniel seemed to have a hard time as well trying to take me seriously while I walked around in his living room acting like the coolest person on the planet.