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TW: crying, mentions of panic attacks

Let's say it was another normal day in the house; lando, Alex and George were all playing F1 2022 in the gaming room, but you could hear them shouting from outside. Seb and Kimi were playing Chess quietly. Daniel was no where to be seen- but all guesses were he was in town with Roman; no one really knew what was up with them, but it was definitely quite fruity.
The ace trio were off playing uno in one of there bedrooms, and the other drivers had gone out shopping, and taken Carlos with baby T with them.

Max and Charles were in the living room, not sure what to do.

THATS RIGHT GUYS, THIS IS A LESTAPPEN CHAPTER!

Max and Charles were sitting in the living room, they had just eaten lunch. Max didn't feel like shopping, and Charles didn't feel like joining the Twich quartet because of all the loud noise.

Charles didn't like people being loud anymore. It didn't matter if they were joking or not, people shouting at each other made him anxious.
He guessed it was probably because of Mattia. When Ferrari made a stupid strategic move, Charles always seemed to be blamed for it. He could see how some fans could not understand that it wasn't his job to do strategy, and that there was actually a team telling him what to do. And that was fine- but for some reason Mattia decided it was also Charles' fault when anything went wrong with his car.
And after not to long, Charles decided that it wasn't his fault if there was a mechanical issue with the car, and told Mattia that it couldn't be his fault, because he isn't a mechanic. And that started a long saga of Mattia making sure Charles wouldn't say anything to media, and then taking him into a separate room and yelling at him. When Mattia wasn't, others were yelling at Mattia and he was yelling back.

It got so bad that the other garages were filing noise complaints, and Max was sneaking Charles into the Redbull motorhome.

The Ferrari garage got pretty separated very quickly, and it wasn't the best environment. Lando was letting Carlos stay in the McLaren motorhome, which everyone in McLaren was fine with.

Since the 2022 season ended, Charles thought getting overly anxious to the point of having panic attacks would go away, but it didn't.
It got better, but not that much.
Charles would have at minimum a panic attack a day, luckily now, with the help of his boyfriend Max he only has one panic attack a week

But the grid didn't know any of this- except max, who Charles couldn't hide anything from.

And now the problem rises; with Christmas just past, and luckily for Charles, the grid decided that they didn't need the alcohol filled celebration of new year, all the stress and pretending to be in good mental shape is catching up to him.

Max POV:

I'm sitting in my room. It's only 11am, but Charles hasn't emerged from his bedroom yet. But who am I to talk? I haven't left my room either.

I heard the door in the room next to me click open, and I know it's Charlie leaving his room.
It's good he's getting out of his room on his own. No one know this, but Charles had a rather bad phase of not wanting to leave his room, and it took a lot of quiet persuasion to get him to leave.

I don't know if people in the house have noticed or not- either way I don't know whether I'm happy, or appalled that they haven't noticed. Recently, when Charlie is out of his room, whenever there is a group of over 5 other people in the room, he goes and stands slightly behind me, and clings onto my arm.

I feel bad for him. Yea, it's hard for me, seeing my usually very chatty and happy boyfriend being so stressed and scared in social situations, but I can't imagine how bad it makes him feel.

Before Kimi legally adopted me, when my father (who we shall not say the name of) had the right to see me, and visit me and all that crap, I wasn't in the best mental state either.

My father -the asshole he is- liked to show up unannounced to my races, and tell me exactly what he thought of me and my driving every time. It didn't matter if I got first, second, third, or even last. Every time, there was something I had done wrong- something he would do differently. Even if it was a win, he would say I did 'mediocre at best' and I should work harder, because I should dominate races instead of having to have a couple little fights here and there. And if I did that, I wasn't putting my all into the corners. And if i did that, my posture on the podium was bad, and it would give me and him a bad reputation.

Since my mother and I got a restraining order against him, I've been feeling better.

But to have someone blame everything that went wrong on you? God that would be terrible.

I knew it was bad from the start of the season.

I got a bit 'out of character' in France, asking if Charlie was ok. That sparked some controversy on twitter.

I heard a loud bang. It was next door slamming. How long did I sit in my thoughts for?
Oh it doesn't matter!

Random birds POV:
Max stood up of his bed, and quickly put on a clean T-shirt before rushing out of his room.
He didn't have to run, because he was only going next door, but he still ran.

He knocked on Charles' oak wood bedroom door lightly.
No response.
His mind was racing. He didn't want to open the door without permission- his father got mad at him when he did that as a child. But the thoughts of Charles sat in his bedroom on his own, crying, was too much for him. But what if it was worse? What if he let the anxiety get to him? What if he was having a panic attack without him there to help? The amount of 'what if's' grew in Max's mind like weeds in a garden.

He opened the door.

Charles was there.

He was curled up in a ball on his bed, quite obviously crying.

Max ran into the room, remembering to shut the door behind him. He sat down on Charles' bed, and pulled Charles up to sit in his lap, almost like a sleeping child and their parent.

He wiped away Charles' flowing tears with his thumb, and left his hand cupping his face.

"Why can't I stand in a room with loud people anymore?!" Charles whisper-shouted at Max.

"You can, it just doesn't go well?" Max joked, with a small laugh at the end.

"Oh shut up Max!" Charles laughed back, tears no longer flowing, but dried on his cheeks.

"I'll come downstairs with you if you want to do something."

"Yea, I kinda wanted to watch a movie in the living room..." Charles replied.

Max stood up, and pulled Charles up to follow, briefly hugging him before they made their way downstairs.

They sat down on the sofa together, and Max nuzzled his head into Charles' neck.
Before they could start the movie, Seb came almost running down the stairs.

"What's wrong Mum?" Charles asked Seb, a bit confused.

"I just walked in on something I feel like I shouldn't have..."

Zhou, who was outside but came inside when he saw Seb come down the stairs, asked, "who? What? When!"

"I walked into Mick's room to give him back some of his clothes because they just came out of the washing machine," Seb started,"but when I walked in Lance and Esteban were making out, with Mick just sitting on his phone on the floor?"

No"I thought they were all Asexual?" Zhou said, shocked.

"We are." Mick walked into the room, holding three empty water bottles.

Zhou let out a small squeal as he quickly turned around to see mick.

"Kissing is as far as Lance and Estie will go, personally I find it a bit icky." mick said before walking to the kitchen to fill the water bottles.
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Sorry, this is way shorter than I wanted it to be! I'm really busy at the moment, but a new chapter next week!

What movie were max and Charles going to watch?