months ago, george and alexandra met at an event and got off to a rough start. the pair become neighbours, hating each other even more.
what happens when george sees a caring side to alexandra he's never seen before. will their mutual hatred return...
the next morning i was stressing myself out about whether i looked good enough, and if i should find a whole new outfit when really i had to leave in 10 minutes.
i had done my make-up and loosely curled my hair, but now i was second guessing my outfit. i hate to admit it, but i was sort of nervous about seeing george again.
would we still hate each other? not to mention the fact that he was taking me on a hot lap, which i was definitely terrified for. i love f1, but the actual thought of being in a fast car scares the shit out of me.
but back to the outfit, i'm still really unsure about it.
(outfit below, without the bag)
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after looking at my outfit in the mirror for a little while more, i'm distracted by a knock at my door. i wasn't expecting anyone, so who the fuck is it?
"george?" i say shocked when i open the door to see my neighbour stood waiting dressed in mercedes uniform.
"alexandra! i was think-"
"do i look alright? i'm really fucking stressing out." i say, shaking my hands in stress.
"you look good, as always... anyway, i was thinking i owe you a taxi ride so if your ready we could go to the track together?" he says.
"your a lifesaver george! i completely forgot to order a taxi." i say, exhaling in relief.
"are you ready?" he asks, smiling.
"i'll be 1 minute if that's alright?" i say.
"yeah, that's fine. i'll wait out here?"
"no of course not, come in." i say before going to get my bag from my room.
i pause and look in the mirror before taking a deep breath and smiling at myself. i look fine, even george said so.
i walk back out of my room a lot more relaxed to see george kneeling down whilst playing with archie and i couldn't help but smile to myself.
"he likes you." i say, george looking back at me.
"really?" he says, a smile on his face.
"yes. are we going now?"
"oh yes."
"i hope you don't mind, but we have to get a yacht to the paddock." george says as we get into the taxi.
"it's fine, again thank you for letting me come with you."
"ah no worries. how are you feeling about the hot lap?" he says in his british accent, laughing a little.
"i'm terrified. i love fast cars, but the thought of being a passenger in them? scary as hell."
"well i am more than qualified to do it."
"i have no doubt, fastest in fp2."
"so you did see."
"of course i did. well done russell."
"thank you, martínez." he replies, winking at me as the taxi pulls to a stop.
i get out and walk beside george, him leading the way to the yacht. i was in awe of all the yachts, they all look gorgeous. one day, im going to get my own.
"here it is." george says, stopping in front of a white small yacht. i love it.
"i love this, seriously." i say, smiling back at george.
"yeah it's great, it's mine." he says.
"really?" i ask shocked.
"yeah." he says, climbing onto it before holding his hand to help me on.
"thank you." i say whilst sitting down beside him.
a minute later, the yacht begins to move. in shock at the speed, i grab george's arm which makes his laugh.
"scared?" he says.
"it shocked me, i feel like im going to fall out." i say, keeping my hair out of my face with my free hand. george puts his arm around my shoulders, holding onto me.
"you won't fall out now." he says, i smile across at him with my dimples showing.
"well thank you my knight in shining armour." i say sarcastically, making george laugh.
"whenever you need, cinderella."
"cinderella?"
"your blonde aren't you?"
"well yes."
"and i would say that i am quite the prince charming."
"whatever you need to tell yourself." i say, smiling across at him.
the yacht slows stops at another harbour at the edge of the paddock. i could see the cameras already heading towards us, but it wasn't anything i hadn't dealt with before. and there were there for george.
george gets out first, before holding his hand out to help me. i thank him whilst taking it. as we walk along the harbour towards the paddock, i realise just how busy it was.
"are you going to the paddock club?" george asks, his british voice standing out as we enter the paddock.
"yes, i'll see you for the hot lap then." i say, smiling
"indeed you will." he says, winking at me before going to give autographs and take photos.
i couldn't help but smile to myself as i head into the paddock club. reuben, the guy i met last night, was also in the paddock so i had planned to meet up with him this morning.
"alexandra," he says, signalling for me to sit with him.
i talk with reuben for a little while and i find out a lot more about him, and he finds out about me. we were getting on really well. i get a message on my phone, and when i check to see who it was from i was immediately confused. how is george messaging me?
(my replies in normal, george in bold)
george russell
hey, it's george i can see, but how do i have your number? i put it in your phone earlier. hope you haven't forgotten about our hot lap. how could i forget ? i'm terrified for it don't worry alexandra, im here to be your night in shining armour again. very funny 🙄 you should quit f1 and be a comedian. no thanks. i'll see you in 15 minutes 😉 see you then
i put my phone down and look up at reuben who was smiling at me.
"why are you smiling like that?" i ask confused.
"why were you smiling at your phone? who was messaging you?" he asks excitedly.
"w-what? no-one." i reply quickly.
"was it george?"
"of course not! i hate him."
"it was definitely george." reuben says.
"maybe, but i've got to go. i've got to do something with mercedes."
"okay, ill see you around."
i say goodbye to reuben and head to the mercedes garage, i am going to be taken to where i need to go from there with george.
