'How about that fake relationship?'
His words spun around in my head. I know I was the one who came up with the idea but he said no and him running back after me was a complete shock.
'What ?' I asked, practically yelling over the loud voices and noises of the city.
'Will you be my fake girlfriend.' He repeated.
I thought for a moment. It was Arthur, the nice boy who'd bought me coffee. I'd be affecting his personal life and his public life, I wouldn't just be dating him I'd be dating all of his fans too.
But I'd be dating a driver. A driver related to Ferrari. This was about my dad. This was about Arthur's brother but it was also about us.
'Y/n ?' He asked, trying to find my answer in my eyes.
'Um yeah. Yes okay.' I agreed.
'Come on let's go somewhere quieter.'
Suddenly he grabbed my hand. He was holding my hand. I lead him through the crowds and took him back to my hotel room so we could speak in private.
I let him inside and he picked up the tray from my bed. He carried it over to the kettle and cleaned it all up.
I sat down on the bed as my legs were aching from dragging him over here.
'So should we talk about what we are going to do with this relationship ?' He asked sitting down beside me.
'Yeah.' I commented.
'So what can we and can't we do ?' He started.
'Well the whole point of this is that everyone thinks we are dating and that both of our families find out. So we'll post stuff about each other on Instagram-'
'Can we kiss ?' He interrupted.
I thought for a moment. 'Yeah we can, no one will believe it if we don't.' Another thing came up. Where would we sleep ?
'Should we sleep in the same room? Until we go to Monza and then we can get a room with two beds ?' I suggested. He nodded quickly.
'Let's stay at your room. It's a lot more tidy.'
I laughed at him and his stupid comments.
Before I knew it we had made a whole list of things we can and can't do. The can's include : cuddle in public, kiss, hold hands, post about each other, have each other as lock screens, stay in the same room, go on dates, share clothes (probs just hoodies).
The cants include : sleep together, tell anyone that it's fake even after the relationship is finished, buy each other drinks and... fall for each other.'So how about a first date.' He stood up from the bed and held his hand out.
'That sounds great.' I took his hand and stood up too. 'I'll go get ready. Wear something nice please and then meet me downstairs in an hour.'
'You take an hour to get ready ?' He smiled stupidly.
'Yes, it's called putting in effort. You should try it some time.' I struggled to say as I pushed him out of the room.
He and I both laughed, he put as much weight as he could on me until I couldn't lean against him anymore. My hands slipped and fell to each side of his body.
My face slammed into his back. For support I linked my hands together but then I realised, i was now technically hugging him from behind.
'Calm down Mon Chèri, it's only an hour. I'll see you later.' He joked.
'Get out Arth. And where did that nickname come from ?' I kicked his ankle and he yelped.
'You want it to be believable don't you. Make me one. Right now. On the spot. Come on.' He ordered. With a cheeky grin.
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Casseè girl
FanfictionWhen Y/n Halliwell ( Christian Horner and Geri Halliwell's daughter ) decides to come to a f1 race to meet her dad after 21 years of not seeing him, she meets two brothers. After an accidental meet she gets into a fake relationship with Arthur Lecle...