𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜~

The lens fixates onto the empty chair. The black background giving the single spotlight a stronger shine. It looks so calm and inviting but looks can deceive. I can hear rustling as the interviewer sits into his chair, behind the camera. Some voices talk in the background but I can't understand any of them, my heart thudding too loud in my chest. Then a person walks into the camera view. I just stare at the screen in front of me, my leg bouncing up and down. The picture jumps out of focus. You just see the schemes of a person sit down into the chair before the camera turns back into focus again.

Y/N looks into the camera with her ocean blue eyes, wearing the same uncomfortable expression as always when she is in the near of cameras. My leg jumps even faster and higher, the fear in my head screams louder. My heart hammering like my Ferrari and the palms of my hands start to turn into waterfalls. Two hands come into focus with a clapperboard. I adjust myself on the couch while not loosening my eyes from the screen. "Season 5, Bonus Episode, face to face interview: Y/N Vettel" The voice with the clapperboard says into the room before letting the clap fall. Her face instantly turns into a pokerface, I have only seen once before. The cameras of the lie detector interview got the same expression, which I learned to hate very quickly. I don't like her being uncomfortable and anxious. But right now, it looks like she is the most calm and comfortable person that ever sat in the black chair, even more chilled than Danny.

"Hello, I'm Y/N Vettel and work for the official Formula One Marketing Team." She says with her calm and sweet voice, looking towards the camera lens but not directly into it. I just want to get into the neighbouring room and pull her out of this chair, out of this situation. Her hands are folded in her lap, which you luckily can't see because I know, to hundred percent, that she is playing with her rings like crazy. Yea, she speaks calm and looks fucking confident but her hands give everything away. After those several months of being around each other and spending time together, or just observing her, I have a big knowledge about Y/N and her tics, good or bad ones.

"Vettel? In what relationship do you stand with Sebastian Vettel?" A voice in the off asks, it's the interviewer that will now start pressing every last bit of her and her privacy out. Sure, she signed a contract but they will still go over the maximum of humanity, like always. "I'm his little sister." She answers clearly. Seb, next to me, sinks a bit more into the couch cushions. I can feel how he questions everything he has ever done in relation to her. "And why did no one ever heard something about you before you appeared by Lewis Hamiltons side in Bahrain?" The voice asks. Lewis, on the other side of Seb, readjust himself on the couch, sitting more on the edge.

"I'm a huge introvert. I never wanted to be in this public and hunted world. Being the little sister of THE Sebastian Vettel and the goddaughter of THE Sir Lewis Hamilton wasn't something I wanted to be associated with. Don't understand me wrong. I love them with my full heart, like I love the Schumachers, but I had to go through some really unfriendly things in secondary school because of them, which is why we just decided to let me out of the picture. That way I could live normally... or what you can understand under normally when you never have your brother and family around." Her lips form into a fake smile, which probably lets the last sentence sound less sad and traumatised.

"Did you ever regret that you kept yourself away?" The interviewer deepens the topic. You can see how Y/N thinks but her eyes already tell thousands of words. She doesn't like this situation, being bombed with questions and working up her life, with all her struggles about family. Everything just for a fucking episode of Netflix. Her OWN episode but still. I didn't like the idea, like the rest. We all love her with our whole heart. Be it her family, Seb, Lewis and Mick, or me and my head over heels fallen hearth or the others, who love and protect her like their own blood. I think the time she grew up is getting made even because of the love and care we all shower her in.