Logan Sargeant One-Shots || Taking Requests!

Fools

You and Logan had known each other since your F3 days at Prema, and were known youngest drivers on the grid in your third year of being in F1. The two of you were the impressive new kids on the block as well as the tricksters in the paddock. You had developed a small crush on the Floridian, enjoying all the antics he dragged you into, even if you got reprimanded with him. 

The FIA took the grid in for a debrief of the upcoming Las Vegas Grand Prix, which was mainly a lecture about PR and keeping up appearances for the big crowds and television. Almost all the drivers got up to leave as soon as the meeting ended, but Logan's teammate, Alex, stayed a little longer to talk to George and Lando. 

"Mate, I'll see you at the garage," Logan called out, walking out of the room with you.

Alex didn't respond, just continuing his conversation with the boys. Logan scoffed as he held the door open for you. 

"He's always taking his time, eh?" you nudged him playfully. 

"I swear he does this every race," he took his phone out, grinning, he suddenly had an idea, "wait, do you have time to go back to the meeting room with me?"

You looked down at your smartwatch, the small screen reading 2:50 PM, with a picture of you and Logan on the podium from your last F2 race. You'd been given the watch last year by your team principal, probably with the intention of helping you be more on time.

"I have some time before my sponsor meeting at three," you paused, "why are you asking? Well, better question, what are you plotting?"

"Just trust me on this one," Logan started wandering back to the FIA meeting room. He opened the door and signaled for you to be quiet. In his hands, you saw his phone open to the fake hair clippers app. 

"You idiot, he's not gonna fall for that," you silently pestered him, crossing your arms across your chest. 

"Shh, he cares too much about his hair, I know for a fact it's gonna work," he smirked, being careful to keep the volume on his phone on silent until you approached Alex. 

Logan crept closer to Alex, who was completely oblivious, caught up in the conversation. Logan held his phone next to his ear and moved it up the side of his head. Alex sprung up from his chair, holding the back of his head.

"What the hell?" he laughed, processing how startled he was. 

Before you could even take a second to have a good laugh, Logan grabbed your wrist, making a beeline to the door. 

"Come on," he rushed you out of the room, grinning, giddy with adrenaline. 

You ran out with him into the paddock, knowing Alex wasn't going to chase the two of you. You didn't think the prank itself was a good one, but it felt great to see how happy Logan was from this childish prank. 

"God," you huffed, trying to catch your breath, "it's always the little things that make you happy, huh?"

"What can I say," he smiled, running his fingers through his blond hair, "sometimes you just need the little things to keep you from spiraling,"

"I suppose," you looked down at your watch, realizing you were running late to your sponsors meeting. 

Before running off to your team's hospitality suite, you gave Logan a peck on the cheek, making the two of you blush like two fools in love. 

After your PR and sponsor responsibilities were over, and your team principal had nagged you for not working on your time management, you checked your phone. You had a missed call from Logan, and he had left a voicemail. 

"You know," he chuckled, 'I'm not gonna forgive you for that. I was bright red during the entire social media shoot. And trust me, I'll get you back when you least expect it...are you down for Hell's Kitchen tonight?" you could hear him grinning.