Forbidden Love P3
Yawning, eyes watering, I sigh further into my seat. Gaze locked onto the floor in front of me, arms hanging lazily by my sides. Heart beating slowly, mind foggy and hazy.
"Oh!" I unexpectedly exclaimed as I felt the rough barge of something plastic in my side.
"What the f-" turning, actually quite annoyed, my anger simmers when I see George smiling beside me in an identical office chair to my own.
"Don't tell me that hurt, Wolff," he chuckled lightly, wheeling himself away from me.
"You just shocked me," I sighed, straightening myself back up. His eyes dragged over my body, eyeing me head to toe. And back again.
"You look a little worse for ware, Y/N," George stated, a pinch of concern slipping over his face.
"I'm fine, George."
He stares at me for a few more moments before deciding it's best to back off after the frosty reception I offered him.
It wasn't personal. I'd been handing everyone I met frosty receptions for a couple of weeks now, unable to lift myself up and be the happy, beaming person that everyone expects me to be. How could I possibly be happy?
"And that'll be all for now. You are free to go," I heard my dad say, signalling the end of the meeting. I must've blanked for the whole thing...again. I slowly raise from my seat, glance one last time at George, and walk out of the room slowly. My legs are carrying me but I'm not sure where to. I just need air.
I find myself stood outside the Redbull garage. Staring. Wondering. Where is he? What is he doing? Is he thinking about me too?
My thoughts have been clouded by Max for the past two weeks. Constant memories of his warmth paired with reminders of the pain from that night. It just hasn't been the same since. I haven't been the same.
It's been two weeks since Max broke up with me. Although, can I really say it was a break up if we weren't even officially together? I have been hiding, at home, in Germany. Now I don't know what to do with myself. I'll be coming face to face with him in the paddock. I can't bear to think about seeing him again.
"Hey, Y/N!" Checo sounds, floating past me and out of sight, his PR manager following. Then, he was there. Walking down the stairs of the makeshift Redbull home for the week. I can't tear my eyes away and I let them connect with his as he walks past me, leaving me with the most fleeting of glances, and nothing more. Turn around. I willed. Just turn around and come back to me. I don't care anymore.
"Oh my god. I don't care anymore!"
"That's a nice way of saying you don't really care about my positioning in the championship," George ambushes me from behind. I turn to face him.
"Did I say that out loud?"
"Erm...Yeah, Y/N, you did," he laughs although his face shows confusion.
I fear that George was doubly confused as in that moment, I ran. I ran down the paddock until I was back outside Mercedes. I clumsily throw my keycard at the door, launch myself up the stairs and basically catapult myself into my dad's office.
"I need you to listen to me!" I practically shout.
"Y/N..." My dad says.
"No! I need to talk to you, Dad! I have to talk to you!" I was still shouting. Then there was an awkward cough.
I turn slightly and Bono appears from my peripheral vision.
"Oh. Oh. I'm sorry. I can come back..." I offer, feeling mortified.
"It's okay. I was just leaving," Bono nods to my father and leaves us alone.
"Well...this better be important, Y/N. First, you spend the last couple weeks moping around and refusing to talk to me, now you've decided something is so important that you kick engineers out of my office."
He didn't sound mad, more fed up than anything.
"Yes, yes it is important." I nod quickly, my gaze doing anything but meeting his.
"There is something really important, Dad..." I'm not sure exactly how to word it. I think for a moment and then answer with the only words my mind can muster.
"Max. Max is important."
