Formula 1 imagines

• for you i would wait

|y/n pov|

For months on end i had been heart broken. my boyfriend of 3 years had broken up with me.

it wasn't my fault really, i mean yes i did blame myself for it but it wasn't entirely my fault.

see the guy i was dating was jealous of carlos. even though me and carlos were strictly just friends, my ex didn't like it.

i never understood why, carlos respected our relationship, he even distanced himself from me just so the guy would be happy. but i just think my ex was just to insecure and used mine and carlos's friendship as an excuse to break up with me.

flashback...

|3rd person pov|

carlos stood at the front of y/n's apartment waiting for her to open the door. she had called him telling him that her relationship had come to an end and immediately carlos had gone to see her.

"¿por qué está tardando tanto? (what's taking so long)" he thought to himself as y/n hadn't open the door yet.

after about 2 minutes carlos had gotten impatient, and got slightly more worried.

after y/n hadn't opened the door he grabbed the emergency key under the fake plant sitting on the porch.

he unlocked it to find y/n asleep on the couch. he slowly walked over to see her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. it broke carlos's heart to see her like this. she didn't deserve to be treated like that, she deserved better.

he grabbed the remote and turned off the tv and went to get a blanket off of her bed. when he came back to the living room her phone had started going off. he covered her with the blanket and grabbed her phone.

he would have silenced it, but after seeing the caller id, he knew he had to do something. 

he took her phone and went out onto the front porch and answered the phone call.

"y/n i-"

"no, no puedes llamarla después de toda la mierda que le has hecho pasar, ahora deja de llamar. (no you don't get to call her after all the shit you put her through, now stop calling.)"

carlos was a pretty patient guy for the most part, but for the douche bag on the phone, he had zero.

"carlos?" the guy had trouble responding. he knew spanish but with how fast carlos had spoken he couldn't understand completely.

"si este es carlos, now por favor stop calling, she doesn't need or want to hear from you." carlos hung up and quietly made his way inside.

y/n was no longer peacefully sleeping on the couch, she instead was frantically searching around the apartment for her phone.

"cálmate, tengo tu teléfono. (calm down, i have your phone.)" carlos says calmly as he sets her phone down on the small table that was by the door.

"carlos?" her voiced cracked, and to everyone else she would have looked a mess.

but to carlos she had looked beautiful, to him she had always looked beautiful no matter what. even with her current state he knew he could still look at her forever and never get tired of it.

"por qué estás aquí? (why are you here?)" she asked. her voice was low, if she spoke in a louder tone her voice would've cracked for the second time.

carlos saw how fragile and broken the girl was. he didn't know if his presence had made things worse. in fact, to him it was his fault they had broken up. if he just kept his distance she would still be happy and not heart broken like she is now.

"me llamaste. (you called me.)" carlos said looking at her softly he wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her everything would be okay.

and that's exactly what he did.

she immediately went up to carlos and wrapped her arms around his neck. his arms gently wrapped around her torso. as she tightened her arms, he tightened his grasp as well.

they stood there for a minute before carlos had heard the silent cries coming from the girl.

she never wanted carlos to see her in the current state she was in. she knew it hurt him, he had even told her.

"Nunca podría ver tu corazón roto por un chico, romperá el mío. (i could never see you heartbroken by a guy, it'll break mine.)"

after hearing the soft cries he slowly pulled away from her grabbing her face softly.

his hands were warm, and slightly calloused, but y/n didn't mind. she loved how gentle carlos had been with her, he had always had a soft spot for her.

"no, no llores. (no don't cry." he spoke quietly and softly as if he would've scared the girl if he got to loud.

instead of saying anything the two say on the couch cuddled up watching movies all night. y/n laid on carlos's chest and had fallen asleep. carlos laid there making sure to ever so slightly not move so she wouldn't wake up.

after few months they grew closer, closer than friends but nothing ever happened. until one night.

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a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this short little story, and i will be working on a part two. ❤️

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