Three Dumb Ideas | Formula 1 fanfiction

101: All too well

Maeve's point of view

'Droog je tranen nu snel', Max' voice echoes through his hotelroom. 'Ik will met jou verder leven, echt'.

I follow his voice, leading me into the bathroom. He's doing his hair, no idea I'm staring at him like a little girl.

His beautiful face is so perfect.

'Smekend, hier op m'n knieën', he continues.

'You should consider Idols', I smile.

He turns around. 'Maevey, you scared me!', he laughs.

'What's the singer's name?', I ask.

'Wait, you don't know Andre Hazes? ', he asks.

I shake my head. 'I'm German, remember'.

'Yeah, but Andre is like the greatest singer ever, you as a future Mrs. Verstappen must know that', he walks towards me, grabbing my hands and moving them around his waist.

I want to scream at him, tell him he shouldn't give me hope for a future, he shouldn't say these things knowing 'the world' won't allow us to get married, but instead, I choose to cling onto that hope rather than pushing it away. 'A future Mrs. Verstappen? Well... what if I don't want to change my name?'

'Then we'll get divorced'.

'Max!', I giggle.

'Alright, you can be Verstappen-Vettel', he sighs sarcastically.

'I love you, Max'.

'I love you too, Maevey'.

Sienna's point of view

'Sí, de acuerdo, muchas gracias! Adiós!', I hang up the phone.

Lando looks at me with a guilty look.

'Lando Norris', I sigh.

'I won't ever do it again!! It was so tempting!', he pleads.

'it is your money, but next time let a Spanish person talk to a Spanish realtor', I laugh, trying to cut the tension.

'But it was for us, amor, my sweetheart', he hugs me as I join him on the couch.

'Then you should consider telling me before trying to purchase a 13 million euros mansion in fricking Spain', I laugh.

'Well it was going to be a surprise, I didn't know they would call you for details...', he pouts. 'Besides, you love Spain'.

'Of course I love Spain, but we are with two, you are always gone, what do I do alone in a mansion that has seven bedrooms and nine bathrooms', he wraps his arms around me and holds me even closer.

'Pee? Sleep?', he jokes. 'Alright I get it, but we could invite so much family and imagine if one day we'll have a little Norris', he pokes my stomach. 'Right there'.

'You just called me fat in a thousand languages'.

'Sweetheart, don't. We don't have to buy it now, let's buy it in ten years then okay? I mean, it's not that it's too expensive or something', he smirks.

'Thanks for letting me know I'm dating a racing driver'.

'Racing driver and millionaire, you keep forgetting that one', he kisses my head.

Luciana's point of view

It's still early, and the sun is just beginning to rise over Las Vegas, which brings a soft, golden light into our hotel room Before a big race there is always tension and suspense and this morning isn't any different than usual. Charles is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me as he stares out the window at the city below.

I watch him for a moment, taking in the way his shoulders are slightly tense, his hands clasped together. I know that look all too well, he's running through every scenario in his mind, preparing himself for what's to come. It's one of the things I admire most about him, his dedication and focus, but I also know how much pressure he puts on himself.

'Charlie?', I say softly, I don't want to startle him. He turns his head slightly, acknowledging me, but I can see that his mind is still elsewhere.

'Good morning, Luci', he replies, his voice gentle but distant. I can tell he's trying to be present, but the weight of the day is already on his shoulders.

I slip out of bed and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind, laying my head against his back. 'You're overthinking too much', I whisper, feeling the tension in his muscles. 'You need to breathe, mon amour'.

He sighs, leaning back into my embrace as if he's at least trying to let go of some of that tension. 'I know', he murmurs. 'It's just... I need to be at my best'.

'You will be', I assure him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 'You always are. But stressing yourself out isn't going to help. You need to relax, trust yourself'.

He turns in my arms, his hands coming to rest on my waist as he looks down at me. There's a softness in his eyes now, a little less of that sharp focus. 'You always know what to say, princess', he says with a small smile, though I can see the worry still lingering.

I reach up, feeling his face in my hands. 'That's because I know you, Charles. You're one of the best drivers out there, but you're also human. It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it consume you'.

He nods, leaning into my touch, it's just the two of us, and I can feel his heart beating a little slower now, more in sync with mine. 'Thank you', he whispers, his voice full of sincerity. 'For always being here, for knowing what I need even when I don't'.

'That's what fake-dating turned into girlfriends are for', I joke, brushing my thumb across his cheek. 'Now, how about we get some breakfast and then go over your strategy one more time? We'll do it together, even though I understand nothing'.

He smiles, a real one this time, and it warms my heart to see it. 'That sounds perfect', he agrees, and I can definitely see that he's at ease now, the tension melted away.

We spend the next hour going through his plans for the race, talking about the track, the weather, and anything else that comes to mind. I make sure to keep the conversation light, throwing in a few jokes here and there, just to see that smile on his face again.

As we finish our breakfast, I can tell that he's more focused, more ready for the day ahead. And as he leans over to kiss me before we head out, I know that no matter what happens on the track, we've got this. We've got each other, and that's all that matters.

'Good luck out there, Mr. Leclerc', I tease as we walk to the door, my hand in his.

He chuckles, squeezing my hand. 'I don't need luck when I've got you, Miss Vasseur', he replies, and for the first time today, we both know everything's going to be just fine.