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BONUS CHAPTER 1.

"Charles?" 

He hummed, zipping his race suit up. "Don't go too hard on yourself. You've been wanting his retirement since forever." I looked around the unfamiliar red colour around me. I wanted to be in the colour orange. 

"Hey, I'll be fine," Dad gave Mum a hug. Honestly, he never talked to me these days. All I wished for was a final retirement announcement and that he could actually spend time with me. Ferrari was causing a lot of stress for him, he hadn't had a full rest or even a happy Christmas before. 

I folded my arms as he forgot about me, pulling his helmet on. I let out a loud sigh - he couldn't hear me over the cars. Mum placed her hands on my shoulders and squeezed them; I was too mad to speak to either of them. 

I hated Ferrari. 

Because of the team, no longer did Dad even talk to me anymore, they were taking Mum's time away so they could talk to each other about contract problems. I scowled at the sight of the car and shook her hands off of my shoulders, wrenching the Ferrari cap off of my head. One of the mechanics looked at me suspiciously as I handed the stupid cap to Mum. 

"Niall, please don't be like this," She whispered and tried to place the cap back on my head. 

"Well, I'll head off to Uncle Lando's garage then, he might help me," I folded my arms across my chest.

I quickly shoving my hand inside of my Mum's handbag and took a neatly folded McLaren shirt out. I heard her gasp as I took the Ferrari one off and replaced it with a McLaren one.

It was Quali in Bahrain, and everyone was getting ready for it. The cars immediately headed out of their garages as I took my headphones off, diving straight out of the garage to the McLaren one. It was quite a distance, but Mum couldn't see me. 

I heard my name being shouted as I headed out to the McLaren garage, peeping my head against the edge of the wall. Lando was there. He slurped his drink and discussed something with Zak. 
Unfortunately, he decided to stay in the sport as well. 

"Niall! Man, what's up?" Lando quickly placed his drink down and headed towards me. 

"Dad's been ignoring me for weeks, Ferrari's taking my parents away from me," I sighed, as he re-adjusted the cap on my head. "I hate Ferrari." 

"Enemy team, I'm proud," He grinned, ruffling my hair. "Anyways, stay here. You can use my driver's room any time you want, it's free for naps. I've got to go." Lando quickly jumped into the car without hesitation, and I headed towards the back. A mechanic recognised me and gave me a pair of headphones. I stood up with the rest of the people there. 

Harry, who had spotted me earlier gave me a nice grin. 

"Hey Niall Horan!" I pursed my lips. "C'mon, you love his music. Anyways, how's your Dad doing?"

"He hasn't been talking to me at all," I frowned. "I hate Ferrari." 

"I do too," Harry shrugged. "I mean, you can hang around with the McLarens. My Dad doesn't really mind at all." 

"Your dad talks to you," I mumbled in disbelief. 

"Yeah?" Harry gave me a pat on the back. "C'mon! Look at all these fancy new screens Zak ordered. I love them. Every team as an upgraded one now, they're really nice." Harry had considered a different road other than racing. 

The X Factor. And of course One Direction were his idols. They went the same way. One of the boys had the same name as him. It would create a new type of trauma for the judges. 

Not Simon Cowell anyways, he died. 

I fixed my eyes on the screen, and within a few minutes, I wanted the toilet. Not knowing what would happen next, I went quickly and returned. The garage was silent, and a few mechanics looked at me in disbelief. I weaved my way through the crowd.