Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Franco Colapinto [Storage Room]

A/N Totally crushing on Franco at the moment. If you have any story recommendations for me or know someone who has their requests open for some one-shots, please drop some names for me!

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I hate Franco Colapinto. Well, I have a strong dislike for him, even though it was pretty calm between us during the last few days. When he got the seat of Logan Sargeant, it didn't take long for us to meet, with me being Alex's sister, accompanying him to his races as often as I could. Franco and I clashed instantly, and from then on, we argued about small things, nonsense some might say but we just didn't manage to get along.

It escalated one time when Franco called me a whore in front of some people, arguing that I spent time with way too many separate boys. Boys I have been meeting since Alex competed against them in the junior categories to be precise. And even though it is none of his business with whom I spent time, it is still something that hurts me.

He did apologize and it was an honest one this time and not one his PR manager forced him to say out loud. I believed him and from that day on we were less angry at each other. Limited the number of unnecessary fights or even managed to not fight at all. Even though I worried about the peace at dinner when we both reached for the last dessert.

He pulled his hand back, gave me a smile and gestured to me to take it. Franco smiled instead of starting a fight and I liked it. Two weeks ago, we would be at each others' throats and now we are acting like normal people.

Then he smiled for another time, thanked me for the cookies I made for the team and disappeared before I had even the chance to answer. I just watched how he left the room and didn't move for a moment.

God, this man has messed up my emotions since we buried our hatchet, and I don't know how to act around him. Some of the drivers and engineers even watch us like they just wait for the moment one of us will explode.

Pure confusion, this is sums up my feelings pretty well, is my thought when I leave the elevator and step into the hallway where my room is.

The walk from the elevator to my room seems to be endless today, but since my assigned room is at the end of the hallway it is no surprise. The dinner was funny, there was a lot of laughing, but now we all go back to our rooms to rest for the next day. The race day is probably the most important day of the weekend.

Just shortly before I arrive at my room someone grabs me by the wrist and pulls me into a room. The scream gets stuck in my throat and my heart beats so loud I think that the person in front of me can hear me.

It's rather dark in the room, just some light from the hallway shining in, but I still manage to make out Franco who just looks at me.

"You scared me." I mutter, lowering my eyes just to lift them again to look into Franco's eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." He whispers before he lifts his hand, letting it touch my cheek softly. I don't flinch away and just let him do it. Not sure if I do it because I like his touch or if I am just surprised by his actions. Maybe I am just curious about what he is doing next.

My eyes adjust to the dark and then I look closely at his face. I was never this close to him or at least never had an interest in studying his face closely. Franco seems to watch my face closely as well, observing how I react to his touch.

I try to save as much detail to my memory as possible. His greenish eyes, which almost watch me thinking, the dark lashes every girl would be jealous of and every little detail I manage to spot.

Slowly I lift my hand, place it on his freshly shaved cheek and brush my fingers over his skin. Franco closes his eyes and carefully leans his head against my touch. The desire to come closer to his is in my chest but I don't dare to pull his head down. There is too much fear in my heart which screams at me to immediately leave the room.