racing hearts - a Fabio Quartararo fanfiction [🇬🇧]

epilog

[Malibu - Miley Cyrus]

*two years later*

"Have you got everything?" came Fabio's voice.
"Yes," I answered and got in the car.
"Are you ready?"
"More than that," I replied, grinning.

If you had told me three years ago that I would be moving in with Fabio, I would have never believed you.
I mean I barely knew him back then but still hated him a lot.
And yet the time had come.
Fabio and I found a very nice house in Austria which will be our future home.

We are reunited. He didn't break his promise because after our argument he started to open up and it made the relationship so much easier.
We rebuilt the trust until we were sure it was really working this time. And now we were standing here: together and on our way to Austria to our house.
In fact, the suggestion to move to Austria did not come from me at all.
It was Fabio's suggestion. Apparently he had never forgotten that I wanted to move back to Austria. Not even after two years of telling him.

"I guess this is going to be like a new section now, isn't it?" I said, grabbing his hand as he started the engine.
"Yes, but new sections are good," he replied, and I nodded.
However, I still found Fabio's explanation of why he wanted to go to Austria to be the best.
Because he explained to me that this country somehow connected us and our story.

We met there for the first time. Everything in between happened in other countries, but we met again there when we thought it was already too late. Apparently the country was doing something to us. It always brought us together.

I thought that explanation was wonderful. So beautiful that I just had to kiss Fabio when I thought about it.
"What was that for now?" he asked, laughing.
"For everything."

Almost exactly three years ago, I met Fabio at the Redbull Ring when there was hatred between us. In the three years not only we but also our hearts raced too. Sometimes it happened that one raced much faster and than the other one, which caused problems. But those times were over. Our hearts found a speed that both could ride evenly.
The battle of our racing hearts was over because now they crossed the finish line at the same time.
No matter when. No matter where.
But they support each other and don't fight each other.
They...
Our racing hearts...