When Worlds Collide [F1 and Harry Styles]

10

The chaos continues. Also, DOUBLE DIGIT CHAPTER BABBBYYYY

Dad approached me hand held out, silently asking for the microphone. I reluctantly gave it to him, didn't need to be extra grounded. Though I gave it to him I did with a wide grin still on my face, I had won this round in my mind.

What do I do now? Say something? Go back to my group of people? Or just stand here? Wow, I am way too socially awkward to do this, why did I do this? Who in their right mind would do this? Crap, how am I meant to continue with this? So, you know that 'grin' I was talking about before, yeah, that very quickly left my face when these thoughts came along.

My dad looked at me and said under his breath: 'You're grounded.' But it still rang out through the stadium as the mic picked it up, though even if it didn't someone would lip read it and figure it out anyway, dad's fans are REEEAAALL freaky sometimes with things like that, let me tell you.

"So, since we have a guest on the stage, why don't we get her to sing a song." My dad said to the entire stadium with his arms waving, encouraging the crowd to cheer as my mouth dropped open, you know when I said I won the round earlier? Yeah, well dad just won the war. The crowd went wild with screams and cheering, probably imagining themselves in my position.

I quickly went up to him and spoke in his ear.

"I never did anything like this to you!" I protested, he turned towards me and whispered back in my ear.

"I also didn't gatecrash your entire show."

Well, he does have a point, but I can't sing. Well, I can, sort of. I can sing in tune, but that's about it.

If he's playing this game I'll play by the rules. I turned back and whispered back into his ear again.

"Ok, I'll do it. IF you let me Tweet from your account." He turned towards me looking a bit hesitant before nodding and we shook hands, the deal was sealed. Time to break the internet. After I sing a song, I guess.

I grabbed the mic from my dad and spoke into it.

"Okay, I'll sing you a song, how do we feel about One Direction's 'What Makes You Beautiful'?" The crowd cheered loud, my legs were SHAKING, I might have agreed to these terms, but I HATE public speaking, well, singing. So now you might be asking, why was I up here in the first place? Simple, I got three seconds of confidence and now have to live with the consequences.

The music started and I brought the mic up to my lips.

"Just so you all know, I am a terrible singer and I am sorry for what your ears are about to go through."

Then I did it. I ACTUALLY sung, I genuinely thought I was going to vomit when I opened my mouth, but I made it through the entire song! When it was over, I gave a bow, then leaped off the stage back to my group of people.

Seb wasn't the happiest about what I had done, saying it was rude and entirely not socially acceptable, how we may be friends but you can't do that and all that jazz. I guess Harry Styles WAS my dad, maybe I shouldn't have done that though. Seb insisted on going backstage to apologise after the show. He also grounded me, like genuinely grounded me. Now I was in trouble with my grid dad and real dad.

When the show came to an end Seb and I left the group of F1 drivers who all watched in amusement as Seb did the equivalent of dragging me by my ear back stage and into the place my dad would be. I think he was disappointed in me.

Somehow the security let us through, why? BECAUSE I KNEW MOST OF THEM, I grew up with a lot of them around! Now they were watching as I was getting dragged backstage to apologise to my dad. 

We were directed to a dressing room like thing and I sat down on the couch as Seb continued to reprimand me, let me tell you that the worst feeling I have ever felt is Sebastian Vettel being disappointed in me.

When dad (The biological one) finally entered the room he looked shocked to see me sitting there, I guess security didn't tell him I was there. Seb elbowed me to get me to start talking.

"Sorry for crashing your show, dad." I said the last word in a sarcastic manor. Seb looked shocked, I think he was about to reprimand me again before dad started talking.

"Sorry for making you sing daughter dear." He said the same way I did. Now Seb realised I was being serious about the 'dad' thing and just sat in silence as I continued the conversation with my dad.

"Right, but now it's time for your end of the deal." I smirked. He sighed before he grabbed his phone from where it lay on a table and did some tapping before handing it to me with the screen open to Twitter. 

"Just nothing too bad, okay?" He said and I hummed in reply as I typed out the message I wanted to Tweet. It read as followed:

One Direction reunion incoming!! If the lads are up for it. @NiallOfficial  @Louis_Tomlinson  @zaynmalik  @LiamPayne

I smirked as I pressed 'Tweet'. Though the only feeling that overwhelmed my body was hope, hope this would finally get dad to do it. He always complains to me that he wants a reunion to happen, but he is too scared to ask, to set the wheels in motion. So I guess I have to.