Forever and Always | Max Verstappen *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Paris Really is the City of Love

Paris 28th February 2019

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music : "paris" by Taylor swift

Dating Max was, hands down, the best thing that ever happened to Emma.

Dating Max meant flowers at her doorstep almost every morning, like clockwork. And they weren't just random bouquets, either.

He paid attention.

She'd once offhandedly mentioned how much she loved lilies, so now her doorstep was practically a garden of them.

He'd even slip in little notes, just a few words, like "thinking of you" or "counting down the minutes."

Being with Max meant spontaneous late-night drives after the race, the two of them just cruising around with the windows down, music blasting.

It meant good morning texts, sometimes long and sweet, sometimes just a goofy "You awake yet, sleepyhead?" that made her laugh before she'd even opened her eyes.

It meant sharing his hoodie that smelled like him, with sleeves way too long for her, but that she loved to snuggle into.

It meant him sneaking in her favorite snacks into her bag because he knew she'd forget to eat when she got busy.

It meant random "just thinking of you" calls at the most unexpected times, even if it was only for five minutes between meetings or practice sessions.

But most of all, dating Max meant feeling safe.

She'd never felt this way about anyone before.

She never thought love could be this easy, this light, where even just sitting beside him, doing absolutely nothing, felt like the best place in the world.

She'd catch herself watching him sometimes, wondering how she got so lucky.

And the way he looked at her... it was like she was the only person in the room.

Like, in a world full of cameras, lights, and millions of fans, she was the one thing he'd always notice first.

It was in the way his hand found hers without thinking, the way he'd lean his head against hers, the way he'd let her steal the last bite of dessert even though he always pretended to protest.

Emma had never felt this happy, this complete.

Max made her feel like she was enough just as she was, flaws and all.

And she couldn't help but think... if this wasn't love, then she didn't know what was.

Emma was practically buzzing with excitement as she stood at the arrival gate of the chartered airport, a bouquet of roses in her hands.

She had to admit, it was a little cliché, but she figured Max deserved it.

After all, he'd flown all the way to Paris just to spend a few days with her, and he had no idea what she had planned.

When she finally spotted him coming out, suitcase in tow, she felt a flutter of nerves and pure happiness all at once.

Max saw her instantly, his face lighting up as he walked over.

The second he was close enough, she threw her arms around him, and he didn't hesitate for a second, pulling her in for a deep, warm kiss.

When they finally pulled back, he noticed the flowers in her hands, looking a bit surprised.

"Are those... for me?" he asked.

"Yes." Emma laughed, handing them over. "Thought I'd switch it up this time. Besides, you deserve some flowers too."