Formula 1 | One Shots

Real Eyes, Realize 🔥 | Franco Colapinto

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: guiltyasfuck06

⚠️ slightly spicy scene (there will be a start/end notice)

5,283 words 😱 
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Franco sat in the corner of the Suzuka paddock, his racing suit half unzipped around his waist as he watched his teammate Alex embrace his girlfriend, Lily, after the race. They were smiling, laughing, wrapped up in their own little world. 

He sighed, running his hands through his messy hair. The race had gone well, but now that the adrenaline was gone, all he could think about was Allison. It had been weeks since he'd last seen her, and the time difference between Japan and her university didn't help. 

Franco pulled out his phone and scrolled through their old texts. There was a message from her from earlier that morning, just a quick, "Good luck today, love! I'm so proud of you!" 

He smiled at the words but felt the ache in his chest grow stronger. It wasn't that he didn't understand her busy schedule, he knew how hard she was working in med school. But sometimes, like now, he wished she could be there, waiting for him with a hug like Lily was for Alex. 

With a deep breath, Franco tapped out a message. "Hey amor, just finished the race. Wish you were here. 

He stared at the screen, hoping for a reply but knowing she was probably in the middle of her studies. Still, the waiting was hard. He missed the little things...her laugh, the way she'd cheer him on even when she didn't fully understand racing, the way she'd stay up late just to talk to him after a long day of classes. 

His phone buzzed. Franco's heart skipped. It was Allison. "I miss you too. Wish I could have watched, but I had a lecture. How did it go?" 

A small smile crept across his face as he quickly responded. "It went well, finished P6, in the points. But it's not the same without you here." 

There was a pause before her next message came through. "I'll be there for the next one, I promise. Just a few more weeks and I'll be on break."

Franco leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. It was tough, but he knew they'd get through it. They always did. He couldn't help but think about how different things were now compared to when they first met. 

He and Allison had been inseparable back in high school, the kind of couple everyone assumed would last forever. They met when they were both 16 and have bene inseparable ever since. Franco was already racing back then, karting most weekends, while Allison was focused on her studies, always with her nose in a textbook. 

They'd fallen for each other easily, in that simple, effortless way teenage love tends to unfold. She'd come to watch his races, even if she didn't completely understand the sport at first, and Franco loved the way she'd light up when he won. She'd be there in the paddock, cheering him on and hugging him afterward, telling him how proud she was no matter where he finished. 

When he got the call to move up to Formula 2, Allison had been the first person he told. They sat in his car, parked outside her house, and he'd been nervous to tell her, worried that the distance between them might ruin things between them. But Allison had just smiled as she was so excited for him. 

"I always knew you'd make it, Franco," she said softly, squeezing his hand. "I'm so proud of you." 

She supported him from day one, even as their lives began to change. He was constantly traveling, going between tracks all over the world, and she was buried in her studies, preparing for medical school. Slowly, the time they spent together became less and less, the weekends they once had all to themselves replaced by race calendars and exam schedules.