Pretending | Max Verstappen

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Zoe

Fuck. My flight was cancelled due to stormy weather over London which meant that I couldn't leave the Nederlands, at least not tonight. That was also the reason why I was sitting in a train back to Zandvoort at the moment.

The hotels on the airport were full because of the cancellations and of course the race. Everywhere was Max's face, either on big screens or on flags and shirts which people were wearing. I couldn't stay there and since there weren't many options I decided to go back.

To be exact I hadn't really decided it with my brain it was more my body that executed actions I hadn't been aware of and because I had known what was going on I was sitting in a train back to Zandvoort.

During the travel I decided to spend one last night in my hotel room before tomorrow trying again to fly to London, without getting noticed hopefully. Of course people had recognized me at the airport and insulted me but I hadn't cared.

I still didn't care but what I didn't want for sure was seeing someone from the team again, or worse Lando or Christian. Or even worse Max. It broke my heart leaving him behind like that but what should I do, it was my only option.

I was in love with him but he wasn't, he couldn't be, not with such a whore I was. This would always stay between us, even if he said that he accepted it and it wasn't a problem, it was. At least when the press would start their articles it would bother him, like it did with his ex.

And I didn't want that for him, I want him to be happy. Happy like Lando and Carlos.

Speaking of, I saw them as I turned around the corner to the hotel, the back entrance of course. Luckily I had seen them in time so I had time to jump behind a car, but they wouldn't have seen me anyway as they were pretty busy.

Lando was being pushed against the stone wall while Carlos was pressing his own body against the one of the Brit, their tongues fighting with each other like their lives depended on it. I really didn't want to watch it so I sat down, leaning my back against the back of the car.

Hopefully they would quickly make their way to their room as they were exactly standing next to the small back door of the hotel. After a while, as I thought they might had gone there was the sound of a phone ringing.

Carefully I looked around the car as I saw Lando pulling out his phone while Carlos was making his way to the Brit's neck with his lips. Unfortunately I wasn't near enough to hear what he was saying but referring to his gaze it wasn't a good call.

After a couple more words Lando put the phone down and the Spaniard backed off as he saw the concerning face of his boyfriend. The Brit said something to him before he looked along the small street they were standing in.

Quickly I hided back behind the car, praying that he hadn't seen me. I couldn't talk to him, it would be too hard saying good bye again to him. After some moments had passed I dared to look around the corner again.

Now Lando was tipping on his phone while whispering something to Carlos, who also took out his phone. I really didn't understand what was that important that stopped them from making out, but I still hoped that they would make it quick as I was very tried and wanted nothing more than to go to my room.

The couple hours I would have here I wanted to collect my strength and sleep without seeing anyone. As I had them all blocked after leaving, Max, Lando and even Christian there was no way for them to reach out so I also had to avoid personal contact.

Suddenly I shrugged together as my phone started ringing. As I had them all blocked I didn't expected a message or call and therefore didn't bother to mute it. Quickly but clumsy I tried to get my phone out and turn it off, hoping that the boys had already gone inside.