Starstruck - Max Verstappen

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MAX'S POINT OF VIEW

I felt how anger was getting a hold of me. I was literally burning with fury when I clenched my fists. I breathed deeply trying to calm myself down, but it was no way I could do that with Charles challenging me like that. He wasn't letting it go at all.

"Leyla, get in the car." I said without any warning and not taking my eyes off Charles not being able to hide the darkness in my tone not even when it came to her.

"But Max..." She tried to argue.

"Get in the fucking car." I lashed out as I heard her getting in and slamming the door of the car behind me.

"Come on, Max. What are you going to do now, huh? Let your anger issues get the best of you? Fight me right now, right here?" Charles spoke, his tone mocking me.

"It looks like you want it so badly." I said taking a step closer to him, but he still stood his ground.

"I just wanted to help Leyla. You are the one who always brings the fights on. Maybe we should do it sometime if you're so tough all the damn time."

"Oh yeah? Last time I remember I kicked your ass in that fucking club."

"Cause I wasn't fucking fighting you. I was trying to stop you from getting your dumb ass into another trouble with Hamilton."

"So you think you can kick my ass then, yeah?"

"Of course I can, but right now with the whole Casino square looking at us I don't know if it's such a good idea." Charles shook his head towards everyone staring at us.

"I'll see you then, Leclerc."

"Can't fucking wait, Verstappen."

I turned my back at him, hopping inside the car and speeding away, just to cut Charles' way when he wanted to leave the parking spot ahead of me. I turned to see how Leyla was avoiding to even look at me.

"Leyla." I turned my eyes back on the road, but got no response from her. "Leyla!"

"What the fuck was that, Max?" Tears started running down her cheeks as her voice was shaky. No... I didn't just make her fucking cry...

"What the fuck do you mean? Didn't you see the way he was looking at you and how he was holding you longer just to fucking feel you?" I shouted not realizing I was pressing the gas pedal.

"He just caught me from falling!" She screamed back at me.

"Leyla, you don't know, because you didn't see it from my fucking point of view. He was literally touching you everywhere."

"No, he fucking wasn't. And screaming at me to get in the damn car like that? What the fuck? And everything going on with fucking Lewis Hamilton..."

"Yeah, Lewis Hamilton that wants to fuck you just to rub it in my face afterwards!" I pressed the pedal to the floor without even feeling it as we were now long out of Monaco by now.

"Max, you're going too fast!" Leyla screamed as I took a turn drifting the car's rear. "Slow down!"

"One of my best friends was fucking feeling you right before my eyes, right in my face!" I screamed not listening to her at all.

"Max, please!" Leyla cried out covering her eyes as I almost crashed into a car that was doing an overtake on the other side of the road and I came too fast almost not giving it the time to get back into its lane. It really was a near miss, but my racing instincts didn't let me down.

I looked at her desperately crying, covering her face before I stopped the car on the side of the road and took a deep breath.

"Leyla, I'm sorry." I reached out and took her in my arms, hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I kissed her, my hands cupping her face.

"Max, your anger issues are really a problem. They're scaring me." She said as I wiped her tears with my fingers.

"I know, I know..." I left a soft kiss on her forehead. "But I didn't do it just for fun with Charles... He was literally all over you like he... Almost like he... Was close to even fucking kiss you or something."

"What? Max! He wouldn't do that to you. He's literally one of your best friends like you just said."

"I wouldn't have wanted to find out." I whispered to  her as my fingers were playing with her hair.

"And with Lewis... Do you really think I'd just give in his games and be with him in any way or what?"

"Fuck, of course not." I rested my forehead against hers, her fingers softly tracing my jawline. "I just can't stand neither Charles or Lewis to act like this with you."

LEYLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I melted in Max's touch and I was slowly losing myself in what he was saying. His hands perfectly cupped my face as he was deeply looking in my eyes, our noses touching. I tried my best to hold back a question, but failed.

"Why?" I finally got it out as Max gave me a sigh.

He nervously bit his lower lip closing his eyes, like he was thinking about what to say next. For a moment I regretted asking him as I felt a pain in my chest not knowing what to expect him to say.

"I don't know what you did to me, but I... Feel very protective of you and I can't stand seeing you with... Well, anyone."

We closed the gap between us in sync as I desperately kissed him. I completely forgot his anger outburst, when he was holding me like that. It was almost like he was transforming into another person when he was angry. But I couldn't care less when he was kissing me.

CHARLES' POINT OF VIEW

I was driving around with no destination, windows down just to try my best to get off my mind how angry Max made me feel. God, I can't believe the idiot was ready to fight me right there. Even though the music was blasting inside my car, I noticed my phone flashing with notifications from text messages.

Lando   just now
Charles, what's going on?

Charles
What are you talking about?

Lando
Wtf do you mean?
Internet is booming with you and Max fighting

Charles
Already?
That fucking idiot
Are there photos?

Lando
Even videos
You were at the fucking Casino like what did you expect?
What were you doing with Leyla?
Press says you were fighting over her like wtf?

Charles
She fell for God's sake

Lando
Of course Max is mad, you know how he is
I'll check on him too

"Screw this shit." I threw my phone on the passenger seat, nervously running fingers through my hair.

This is the last thing I needed to happen now. I pulled to the side of the road resting my head against the steering wheel. My focus switched back on the phone as I reached out and grabbed it again.

I opened Instagram and as soon as I refreshed my explore feed, photos of me, Max and Leyla popped on my screen from all the gossip pages. I pressed on one in which I was holding her, a chuckle escaping my mouth when I saw Max's surprised face in the background. I zoomed in on me and Leyla watching for a moment how we were holding on to each other. I opened up her Instagram account unconsciously starting to watch her photos.

"Damn this." I rubbed my eyes sighing. "Leyla is truly something else..."