Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Simply Simply Lovely | Max Verstappen

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: ElizabethHughes161

Done in readers POV!
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I was in my loungewear and scrolling on my phone like a madwoman, trying to order some things for our trip next week. My head was laying on Max's chest and he was still napping. My head throbbed, and my throat felt drier than usual. I groaned and turned slightly, trying to find a comfortable position on the couch, but it was impossible.

I felt Max shift under me and I felt bad that I had woken him up from a nap. I opened my eyes just enough to see his concerned face. His messy hair stuck up in every direction, making him look a little crazy.

"Baby you're burning up!" Max says to me, putting the back of his hand against my forehead, checking for a temperature. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused on examining my face.

Truth was, I hadn't feel feeling fine all week...but I refused to let it hinder my plans I had for the weekend. I had so many errands and last minute tasks I had to do before we flew to Italy next week.

"No, no Max I'm fine!" I pouted. I didn't know why I was being so stubborn, but as I began to get up from the couch and walk away my legs wobbled under me, nearly sending my face first into the ground. Max caught me before I fell and gave me that 'I told you so' look he always gave me. Three years together and he still gave me that look.

"Ok, ok..maybe I'm not feeling good. But baby there's so much to do still."

"Leave it all to me. I know your OCD ass has a long notes page in your phone of all the tasks left" he said while yawning.

"You know me too well. Okay I guess I should get to bed."

Max scooped me up bridal style, causing me to squeal. He brought me upstairs and tucked me in under the covers. He placed a kiss on my forehead and sent a quick text to Pierre, who was supposed to pick me up to run my errands with me.

It was cute how close my brother and my boyfriend had gotten recently, the two of them nearly inseparable. "okay Pierre is going to stop by and bring the humidifier for you."

I nodded and rested my head back on the pillow. The front of my temple was pounding and I felt overly warm, but cold at the same time. How did I get ill? I was careful to make sure I took care of myself this past month and hadn't been near anyone who was ill. 

The front door to our condo opened and I heard Pierre walking up the stairs.

"Oh ma petite soeur (oh my little sister)."

"Alo Pierre."

"You look like shit!"

"Thanks, Pierre," I responded sarcastically, pulling the blanket higher over my face.

"I got here as quick as I could. I'm so sorry you aren't feeling well."

"Hey mate, do you mind staying with Lizzie while I run to the market to grab some things for her? I'm also going to make some of my grandma's famous soup, always does the trick for illness."

Max was always overly protective of me while Pierre, on the other hand, was more of the tough-love type. He'd been that way since we were kids, teasing me when I was down but always ready to help when it really mattered.

"You know, if you need someone to taste-test the soup Max makes, I'm your guy. Just in case he accidentally poisons you or something."

I giggled even though my whole body ached suddenly. Max shot Pierre a dirty look.