F1 One Shots Based On Songs

What Your Father Says - Lestappen

Song for this chapter: What Your Father Says - The Vamps

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets of Monaco. Max Verstappen leaned against his car, a familiar nervous energy coursing through him as he waited for Charles Leclerc. The two of them had started dating in secret, their relationship blossoming amidst the chaos of Formula 1. But while the world saw their friendship, the reality was more complicated—especially with Max's father.

As Charles rounded the corner, a smile lit up his face, and Max felt his heart skip a beat. There was something intoxicating about Charles, the way he moved with an effortless grace, the confidence that radiated from him even in the simplest moments.

"Bonjour" Charles greeted, his voice warm as he approached. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Max chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just a bit nervous, I guess. It's always a little risky sneaking around."

Charles stepped closer, his brow furrowing with concern. "You know it's worth it, right? Being together? No matter what anyone else thinks."

Max nodded, but unease settled in his stomach. "It's just... my dad," he admitted, glancing away. "He's not exactly supportive of... us."

Charles's expression softened. "We'll figure it out. Together."

Max sighed, knowing Charles was right but still feeling the weight of his father's disapproval. Jos Verstappen had never been one to shy away from voicing his opinions, and the thought of disappointing him was always at the forefront of Max's mind. "I don't want to put you in a position where you feel you have to choose."

"Don't," Charles said firmly. "I care about you, Max. Your dad doesn't get to dictate our relationship."

Max's heart raced at Charles's words, the fierce determination in his tone igniting something within him. He reached for Charles's hand, squeezing it gently. "You mean so much to me. I just don't want to lose you over this."

"You won't," Charles assured him, leaning in closer. "But we need to be open with each other. If we're going to make this work, we have to be honest about what we're feeling."

As they stood there, hands intertwined, the noise of the city faded into the background. Max felt a surge of hope, a glimmer of light piercing through the uncertainty. "Okay," he said finally, meeting Charles's gaze. "Let's do this."

"Bien!" Charles said, grinning. "Now, how about we take a drive? Just the two of us?"

Max chuckled, a weight lifting from his shoulders. "That sounds perfect."

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The drive was exhilarating, the wind whipping through their hair as they sped along the coast. The ocean sparkled under the moonlight, and for the first time in a while, Max felt free—free to be himself, free to love who he wanted.

"Do you ever think about what it would be like if we didn't have to hide?" Charles asked, his voice cutting through the roar of the engine.

"Every day," Max admitted. "But the idea of facing my dad... it scares me."

"I understand. But I promise, no matter what happens, I'm here for you," Charles said, his tone serious yet gentle.

Max's heart swelled at Charles's words. "I don't know what I would do without you Schatje."

They arrived at a secluded spot overlooking the Mediterranean, the waves crashing against the rocks below. As they stepped out of the car, the moon bathed everything in silver light, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

"Let's take a moment," Charles suggested, leading Max to a bench nearby. They sat in comfortable silence, the cool breeze brushing against their skin as they gazed out at the sea.