F1 Oneshots

Cry | MV33

I love Carlos but in this he is an arsehole, just thought I'd preface you.

Also if speech in is italics it means they're talking Dutch

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'Yeah I'll be there soon, she's out with her brother rn.'
'Ok good but hurry up.'
'I will just give me a few minutes.'

I'll never forget the feeling I felt when I saw those messages. Then I got it. The message no girl ever wants to receive.

'Hey girl. You don't know me but Carlos has been coming over to my house and having a relationship with me behind your back. I have ended it with him but I just can't bare seeing you with him not knowing what he's done.'

I felt sick to my stomach. Carlos, out of everyone I've dated is the last person I would expect to do this to me. Tears pooled in my eyes as I closed messages and opened phone to call my brother. He answered my call almost immediately but, his cheery tone changed when he heard me speak with my broken voice.

"You alright? I'm about to go into a press conference." He said completely oblivious to the state I was in at the other end of the phone.

"Carlos cheated." I sniffed the throbbing pain in my throat becoming agonising as I tried to suppress my tears.

"What?" He said his voice changed to an angry tone.

"I just got a text from a random girl and I've seen the messages on his phone and she sent me a screenshot." I told him beginning to cry down the phone, he sighed deeply to prevent all the anger leaving his body at once.

"Right, I've got my press conference now so I will call you as soon as it's over." Max said his voice was now caring as he spoke to me. "I promise."

"Don't do anything stupid." I warned him he reassured me he wouldn't and with that I hung up. Once I hit that red button everything came out, tears streamed down my face and I fell to my knees in the hotel room. The pain in my throat didn't cease or fade in any way, in fact it got worse. Tears flooded down my face and made my cheeks all red and puffy.

3rd Person POV

Max sat at the press conference across from the Spaniard. After the phone call he'd just received from his distraught sister, he couldn't bear to be near him.

When Carlos was asked a question everyone looked at him out of politeness. Whereas Max glared daggers at him, with his teeth clenched all the hatred he had for that man was focused into the look he was giving him. Carlos was privy to the look being shot at him by his soon to be ex-girlfriend's brother and he could easily guess why.

After the press conference ended, Max scraped together his knowledge of the Spanish language and as he walked past Carlos he said one word.

"Cerdo." He said loud enough for him to hear. Checo turned around being sure the insult wasn't directed towards him and when he saw Carlos stopped next to Max, it became apparent it wasn't.

"What's stuck up your arse?" Carlos asked rudely as he hit Max's shoulder. The Dutchman pulled a repulsed face and looked him up and down.

"Nothing." Max said while his nose was scrunched up and his eyes returned back to Carlos' face. "But forgive me if I hate you because you cheated on my sister." He blurted out, the room fell deathly silent and Carlos' face was stripped of any colour in it. Everyone turned to the pair who were stood facing one another. Carlos was speechless, unable to defend himself but also unable to walk away. Max huffed and looked at Carlos awaiting an answer. "Well?"