Open up again || Mick Schumacher

16 - Where's your boyfriend?

Sunday. Montreal, Canada.

The clock was 09:30 am, and I stood in the bathroom, trying to fix the last of my makeup. Suddenly, I heard Noah shout from the "hall" in the hotel room:

"Alice, hurry up. The taxi is here in like 5 minutes"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!", I shouted back, with a frustrated tone, at the same time as I tried to paint a straight eyeliner on my right eye. Tough, it didn't go that well due to the underlying frustration in my body. It had been there since the strange interview with Mick yesterday.

I hadn't been able to shake off the lump in my stomach and the feeling of worry. The thoughts had been spinning around my head all 20 hours, from that conversation in the mixed zone to now.

"Ahhhh, why can't I make it straight", I let out, with the same frustration as I answered Noah with, two minutes ago. I looked at the uneven eyeliner on my right eye, and let out a big sigh, as I felt how the frustration grew inside of me. I felt how my heart rate began to increase, and how my breathing quickened.

I always used to be so happy and excited going to the track during a F1 weekend, especially when it was race day. But this day it was different. The stressed feeling of not knowing why Mick acted that way, and if it was an one-time only because he was tired or if he actually was angry at me or something, ate me up from within.

Tough, it wasn't the only reason I was stressed about the interview with Mick. It was also because I cared about it. It drove the trust issues part of me insane. You shouldn't even care about him Alice, he's just a boy, we're the words coming from that side of me.

"Hey, hey Alice, you okey?", Noah asked with a concerned glance, as he had entered the bathroom without me noticing, due to the fact I was so busy being frustrated about the eyeliner. Or more in fact because of the conversation with Mick yesterday, and the fact I cared about it so much.

"Yeah, it's just this fucking eyeliner....ugh", I sighed, as I felt how my right leg started to shake, like it always did when I was nervous or stressed.

"Hey Alice, I'm sure it's nothing. He was just tired after the interviews. Take a deep breath, and calm down", Noah tried to calm me down with a peaceful voice, since he understood I wasn't really stressed about the eyeliner, but over Mick.

After, Noah took a few steps and hugged me. I felt his warm body close to mine, who instantly lowered both my breathing and my heart rate.

"Yeah maybe, but it drives me crazy I even care about this", I explained, still frustrated. Tough, less then before.

"Alice, It's because your starting to see him as someone special", Noah said with a little smile, as the two of us pulled out of the hug.

"Noah, no, no. I don't see him as someone special", I denied and tried to convince Noah, even if I deep down knew the fact I saw Mick as something more, than just an ordinary F1 driver.

"You except me to believe that Alice, haha. But the taxi is here now, so we need to go", Noah joked a little to make me relax and laugh, before he switched to a more serious tone when saying the taxi was here now.

"Yeah, I just have to wash of the eyeliner", I told Noah, before I took a makeup removal wipe, from the package in my toilet bag, and removed the uneven eyeliner.

5 hours later, and the Canadian Grand Prix had just started and was on it's 20th lap, as I stood in the media pen. The underlying frustration in my body was still there, and I couldn't shake it off, since all I wanted to know and could think of was why Mick had been acting like that and if it was okey between us.