Y/n: It's okay. Is my stuff allowed in your room?
*George puts a bright smile on his face*
George: Everything of you is allowed up there
*And within a few minutes, he has put your suitcase in his bedroom*
George: I'll be on the porch, okay?
*You nod and sit down to open your suitcase*
*When it's open, you carefully touch your own clothing*
*It's here again...*
*A memory of you packing your last stuff in the bathroom comes back to your mind*
*The way how Liam and Joe walked into your room... All so effortlessly*
*You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump up a bit*
George: It's just me Y/n. Are you sure you're okay here?
Y/n: Yes... It just brings back some memories of Sunday night
*George sits down next to you on the floor and pulls you towards him into a hug*
George: It's okay to have some memories, but don't let them take control of you
Y/n: I know... But I have so many questions left. Like, how did they even get into my room? Or how were they able to take that drug and knife into the hotel itself?
*He gently lets his fingers go through your hair*
George: I don't know either... All I know is that they're in jail right now, and that you're safe with me
*He gives you a kiss on top of your hair*
Y/n: Yes, I'm glad you're here with me, George. I really am...
George: And I'm glad you let me be here with you...
*A few minutes long you lean against George, while looking at your suitcase*
*You don't even remember which clothing you took with you to the track*
George: Shall I leave you in here to unpack your stuff? Or would you like me to stay with you?
Y/n: It's okay. You can go back to the book you were reading on the porch. I'll unpack
George: You're sure?
Y/n: Yes I am
*He gives you carefully another kiss on top of your head before he lets you go to get up*
George: I'll be on the porch, okay?
*He looks doubtfully at you when you nod, but decides to leave you alone*
*It takes a while before you actually start unpacking all your clothing. You never thought something this simple, could be so hard*
*It brings back so many memories of Sunday night. And everything is still so fresh*
*But you commit yourself to the job. You have to unpack it. You can't just leave it in the suitcase*
*It takes a while, but you manage to put all your clothing into the closet*
*Then you open the other side of your suitcase and stumble upon something shiny*
*Your laptop...*
*You take it out and sit down on the bed to take a look at it*
*It surprises you it still has some battery left after all these days. Maybe they charged it at the police station...?*
*After filling in your password, it unlocks and your writing draft is the first thing to appear on the screen*
Y/n whispers: Of course...
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Hidden Connection | Season One
Fanfiction! Please note it's a script of a Tiktok story! It's not written like a real book! You, Y/n Verstappen, finally took the step to visit your brother during a race weekend in Austria. But what was supposed to be a fun weekend together with Max, turnes...
