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🌸I WANNA BE YOURS - Liam Lawson

Being Max's sister was a full time job. Having to console him after a bad race, or picking him up after having one too many drinks generally appeared on your schedule. This meant you basically followed him around the world during his racing season.

You were currently in Monza in Italy, and although Max would not be racing until free practice two in the afternoon, due to a young driver taking over FP1, you were hanging around the garage. You were watching the hustle and bustle of the garage go by, with several people reviewing stats, and another group excitedly chatting about the number of fans attending the weekend.

Your observations were soon interrupted by several of the engineers applauding, and you soon noticed this was because of the incredible time put in by the young driver, putting him in P9 at the end of the session. woah you thought. Soon, the royal blue car was being wheeled back into its place in the garage, and this mysterious driver was jumping out of the car, donned in the familiar red bull overalls.

He took his helmet, and smiled at you, which made you realise you had been staring. Luckily, Max's media rep interrupted, asking if you had seen Max. You pointed her in the right direction, and you were about to exit the garage when a strong New Zealand accent stopped you. "You're Max's sister, right? I'm Liam by the way" he explained, extending his hand to you. You shook it "Y/n. Nice drive by the way" Liam laughed awkwardly "Thanks y/n, see you around" Hearing him say your name just made you melt more, as if you weren't already a puddle on the floor.

Later that night, you were acting like a teenager, replaying your interaction with him over and over. You had seen him before, and never thought he would actually know who you were. Little did you know, Liam was doing the exact same, tossing and turning, trying to stop his heart beating rapidly whenever he thought about you. He didn't want to seem weird by calling you by your name, instead he simply asked whether you were Max's sister.

At midnight, you crept out of your hotel room to find your brother, who had drunkly texted you from the hotel lobby. You found him there, tipsy but still not able to walk straight. You guided him into the lift, and into his room with only slight protest, that being an argument about whether Max was allowed to be dragged to his room instead of walking. Liam heard all of this, due to his room being on the same floor as yours and Max's. He opened his door just as you shut Max's door behind you and started walking towards your room.

"What happened?" he rubbed his eyes, trying to adjust to the bright hallway. You jumped with shock, not having a clue that anyone had been watching you "Oh my god you scared the life out of me!" You whisper-shouted, clutching your heart. Liam smiled, quietly saying sorry whilst laughing slightly at the way in which you had jumped. "I can't go back to sleep now" you lied. You had never been asleep in the first place, but you hadn't lied about not being able to fall asleep. Liam was consuming your thoughts. Liam held his door open wider, motioning for you to come in, and you slipped past him into his room.

"Did we wake you up?" you inquired. "No, no. Of course not" he replied, perching on the bed. You shivered slightly, and he mentally noted it, flipping the covers up "do you want to watch a movie or something" he waved his hand towards the TV opposite his bed. "yeah, for sure. Do you mind..?" you asked, practically already under his duvet. He nodded, and you two put a romcom on, purely for the fun, and for the fact it was too late for horror.

"I don't think you understand how many of my thoughts are about you" he exclaims, clutching her hand. "I think about you all the time, sometimes I find myself lying awake, thinking about waking up next to you and kissing you goodnight" she smiles, tiptoeing up to kiss him. "I love you, Patrick, I have loved you since the day I met you" she gases into his chocolate eyes, and kisses him again, string symphonies weaving past them, the camera panning out. 'STARRING' burns through the screen in bright white writing and the credits start to roll.

Liam shuts the TV off with the remote, and looks over to you. You giggle slightly. "What?" he enquires "No it's just how unrealistic Romcoms are, you know the big declaration of love, and the yearning for one another, it never happens in real life" he chuckles. "True" he remarks, looking back over towards the dark screen. You both fell asleep after that, not caring that you were in the wrong bed.

A MONTH LATER

Liam still thinks about you everyday. Every interaction leaves him giddy and you never fail to cheer him up. You go out of your way to chat to Liam, buying him a coffee, or a snack, or claiming to be comparing stats of red bull juniors just so you could watch him in his races. You and Liam hang out in the evenings of race weekends often, watching a movie like you did that first night, or playing UNO.

One night, you had just finished yet another 1990s romcom, and you were laughing at the proclamation of love that ended the movie, imitating the characters whilst clutching your stomach, and rolling about with hysteria. You sighed just as your fit of laughter ended, and you and Liam lay in silence for a few minutes. "Have you ever loved someone?" You ask "Only once" he replies "who was she?" "Well, she was hilarious. She
never failed to make me laugh, or surprise me and everything was so right with her. What about you?" "Just the once too. Made me feel special, and like I wasn't just Max's sister. He appreciated me, and made me laugh" you turned to look at him.

You held your eye contact for what felt like hours, almost with a knowing understanding that you were talking about one another, before Liam reached towards you, pulling you in for a romantic kiss. "I don't know why I didn't tell you sooner, I guess I was just afraid you wouldn't feel the same way" you responded by kissing him again, only breaking away when you were desperate for air. "There's nothing I want more than to be yours" you whispered against his lips. "God, we're such hypocrites, we sound just like those goddamn cheesy movies" you giggled, and he kissed you once again. That night you fell asleep with your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm and smiling to yourself.

BONUS (this is sometime in the near future)
"Where were you last night? Were you with a boy?" Max pokes his head over your shoulder. You shrug. "What does that mean, how do you not know where you were or who you were with—is that a hickey?" Liam's head spins around at Max's raised voice, and Max finally puts two and two together. "Oh you motherfu-"