Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Max Fewtrell [1+38]

A/N Wished by JKay2011. I hope you like it! My Covid-symptomes are getting better but my test is still positve, means I am still stuck in quarantine.

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[1]-One rule: Talk to me whenever you feel down.
[38]-Can I braid your hair?
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"I am home." The loud voice of Max announces and normally I would jump up happily, greet him by the door but not today. Today I am sitting at my office desk crying about one of my essays while I though Max would not be home for another hour.

"Fuck!" I mutter, wipe the tears from under my eyes and try to look as normal as possible and not as I just had a breakdown in front of my computer. Pulling my notes closer, I want to make it look like I am reading but the letters just blur in front of my eyes, and I need to find another distraction.

"Love, where are you?" Max yells confused and I need to take a deep breath, making sure my voice is not trembling when I answer him with only one word.

"Office."

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and brace myself for his reaction when he sees my sad eyes and how I struggle to keep a neutral face or even greet him happily. Taking another deep breath when the door opens, eyes fixated onto the empty screen in front of me.

"Why didn't you greet me?" Max pouts and normally I would laugh about his face, but I don't feel like laughing right now. Nevertheless, I give him a small smile, only glancing up to him, while I type some alibi words like my name, the date and the course I have to write this essay for.

"Sorry, I wanted to finish this." I smile apologetic at him and even though he still has a soft pout on his lips he nods understanding. Max knows I am very serious when it comes to my assignments for university, and he tries to support me with whatever I need.

"What are you working on?" He asks interested, always wanting to know what I am currently learning even though he does not understand most of it. Max closes the distance between us and wants to take a look at my screen while I start to panic.

"Nothing, just an essay." I say quickly and want to close the laptop, but Max stops my hand and looks at the screen with a frown. Eyes looking at the almost blank page I was starring at before while my heart clenches.

"This is an empty document." He states before he looks at me. Max is completely confused, and I do understand why but I don't really want to talk about it. So, I only confirm what he already discovered.

"I know."

"But you said you wanted to finish something. How do you want to finish something when you didn't even start?" Max asks and this is the point where I can't hold back the tears. Lips trembling softly when my eyes get watery and I turn my head away from Max, not willing to show it to him.

"What...no. Don't cry love." He mutters, closing the last distance to wrap his arms around me. Pulling me into his chest, keeping me safe while I try to control my tears with slow breathing. Several drops leave my eyes, directly picked up by Max hoodie and my fingers curl into the fabric of it to keep Max close to me.

"I can't type anything. My head is just empty, and I can't bring myself to write." I explain with a soft voice why this document is blank. It is frustrating when you want to, need to write something and you just can't. Stare at the blank sheet forever while you stress yourself more and more.

"Why didn't you talk to me earlier?" He asks with a soft comforting voice, but still sounds a bit confused. Normally I talk about my essays with him but usually they are finished or almost finished by then and I only need to make a decision for a formulation or two. But since I have nothing, I did not want to bother him with it.