On the track of my mind (M.V)

Part 25 // "You quoted Taylor"

Max

I didn't expect her to step out. Maybe I should've. A small part of me thought I moved too fast. Another part was pissed off about the fact that the gift was still in my pocket and not in hers. I acted on my impulses and that seemed to happen too much around her. She was my weakness. 

The elevator took me to my floor as I wondered what she was going to do at the top floor. My heart said to follow her, but my head said to leave her alone. Listening to my head I opened the door to my room. 

Outside the rain was pouring and pouring. It made me a little concerned. Racing in the rain was dangerous and although the thrill made me feel alive, this seemed really dangerous. I checked my phone and the rain didn't seem to stop for the whole weekend. Jules never raced in the rain before, atleast not this kind of rain or in F1. 

Stop worrying about her.

...

I didn't stop worrying about her. Instead I stood in the elevator again. After debating whether to go or not, I went. She was on the top floor, and a little voice in my head seemed to say she went to the roof. Like she did before. I was just making sure she was safe. That was normal.

As I finally reached the top and opened the door to the roof, I saw her standing. Rain washing all over her as she watched the city beneath her. 

"Are you crazy?" The words left my mouth too quick. I walked straight to her and I put my sweater around her. Her eyes remained on the streets. "You're gonna catch a cold, Verstappen." I laughed out of disbelief. "And you won't?" She took a deep breath and walked back with me. Once inside she sat down with her back to a wall. 

"The rain is concerning," she said. I sat down next to her and watched her close her eyes. "Are you worried.?" "A little." Slowly she let her head fall onto my shoulder. Everything felt just right. Like the last piece in a puzzle. She finally gave in, I could tell. These kind of moments made me believe we could be something together. I reached into my pocket again and still felt the little box which contained the present inside. 

"What's inside your pocket?" Her voice sounded somehow delicate and made my heart flutter. "I've seen you reach into it three times already," she continued. I felt her eyes on me as I took out the box. Slowly I turned my head and looked into her eyes. Lost for words, once again, I just handed it to her as a small smile appeared on her face. I would've given anything for that smile.

...

Jules

I couldn't hold back a smile as he handed me a little, dark blue box. I could already guess what it contained. But why would he give me a piece of jewelry? Even though I was filled with excitement, I slowly opened the box and stared at the necklace in front of me. 

M

It said M.

"I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck, chain 'round my neck. Not because he owns me, but 'cause he really knows me."

His words hung in the air as I suddenly felt hotter than I ever did before. 

Did he just quote Taylor?

I wachted how Max took something else out of his pocket. Another necklace.

J

It said J.

"I've said it before, but I like you Jules. I like you so much it drives me crazy." He took a deep breath before he continued. "I like you so much that I looked up: 'Cute Taylor Swift inspired gifts'. I like you so much that I went and bought these necklaces and I even want to wear one." He laughed a little. "It should feel like an attack on my masculinity, but it doesn't. Because when I look at it and think of you all I can do is smile like an idiot." 

His words touched me. They made my heart beat faster and made my stomach flip. It felt like after those words I would be speechless. But I couldn't stop myself from letting him know that I felt the same.

"I like you so much that I watch every single podium. I usually don't because it hurts me that I'm not on there. But you were there, and somehow that made it worth watching." I couldn't believe myself as I let that secret slip. "I like you so much that avoiding you was one of the hardest things ever. I like you so much that every time we'd argue I actually liked it." I laughed just like he had. "I liked it when you said my last name, because if you said Jules you'd sound like a friend and I didn't want you to be my friend. I wanted you to be more."

For the first time I realized that actions did speak louder than words. 

"You quoted Taylor." I couldn't control my laugh as I looked at the necklace in his hands. He didn't answer, he just looked at me. As if there was no one else but me in the entire world. "What?" I asked when he just kept staring. "I like it when you laugh," he simply said. While I suffered from a loss of words he motioned to put the necklace on me. He gently moved my hair over one shoulder as and leaned in closer. With his chest in front of me I tried to not breath in his smell, but I failed. He still smelled like regular soap, but somehow I liked it.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked as I could feel his breath in my neck. "Honestly," I moved my head towards his and glanced at his lips, "I have no idea." "Me neither." I could see the defeat in his eyes. As if he wanted to know the answer, but just didn't. "I don't think I want anyone to know yet." The words slowly left my mouth, scared for his reaction. "Know what yet?" The question was so simple yet it made me worry about it even more. What were we? I only knew what I wanted us to be. "I wouldn't like to see you with anyone else," I admitted. "And I wouldn't like to see you with anyone else either," he said. 

It should've been easy. Being with someone you really like shouldn't feel scary. But it felt as if anyone could be watching and judging. I wanted to focus on racing, not what magazine cover we would be on. Somehow the thought of keeping it a secret didn't feel that safe either. I wanted Max to know I really liked him. 

And I still wanted to make sure he liked me too.

...

It's been a while because I feel like now that they admitted their feelings, it's getting boring.

I don't really know what I want to do with this story. 

Just give it a happy ending and move on to something else.

Or give it some drama.

I've been writing this for over almost a year now. (I think)

I'm not done yet, but maybe I'm close to being.

Let me know what you guys think xxx