"Cause you and I, we were born to die.."
Or
In which:
Lolita rozier "lita" and max verstappen despise each other that much that they can't stop thinking About one another.
Real life
Started: 28/9/23
Finished:
Book 1 of 'young and reckless' series
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Lita couldn't sleep.
not that she usually could anyway but this time felt different...there was nothing worse with the hotel bed, the air conditioning was on and the sliding door to the balcony was blocking out the bustling noise of night traffic
The dutch was laying tucked up beside her. His brunette hair a scruffy mess, his thick eyelashes were laying against his chest and his plump lips were parted he didn't look like he had a car in the world.
The little grey box of a digial clock blinked 4.38 am in an obnoxious red colour, it felt like time was going as slow as a sand glass.
She should of been tired, After a long day wuth the third practise and Qualifying her body should of been warn out begging for sleep but it wasn't
it seemed the french girls olf friend insomina was paying a visit.
Letting out a frustrated noise, lita rolled over and grabbed the pillow under her head and placced it over her eyes annoyed, the driver hadnt even had her usual Hamiliton monster and yet it felt like it had produced its own energy.
Would it be wrong to be pissed off at her own boyfriend because he could sleep while she couldn't?
flinging the pillow from her face and under her hea again, lita turned her head to watch the dutchmen quietly for a moment before moving to kick his shin lightly causing him to grunt
"what was that for?" his voice was groggy and his eyes were blurry as he moved to look at the night owl laying beside him
"i can't sleep" lita huffed out causing his blue eyes to roll
"well i can so goodnight" max went to close his eyes again when a familar pain shot up his shin again causing his eyes to fly open again
"will you stop kicking me?" he grunted which got him a dirty look in reply "don't go to back to sleep when i can't"
max laid taking in the sight of his girlfriend, usully she'd be sleeping like a hog with lazy snores (which he'd never tell her, not even at gunpoint) but yet here she was, the night before the final race, as wide awake as a whistle
" what do you wanr me to do about it?" the dutch sighed as he rubbed his blurry eyes
"i don't know, do something" she let out an annoyed breath
"have you tried counting sheep" he breathed out
"yes"
"in french too?"
"obviously"
"i dont know then, try it in dutch?" max let out a groggy chuckle as a pillow made contact with his chest
"i need to sleep or im not gonna be able to focus properly tomorrow" lita sighed as she turned to look at the digital clock that just seemed to keep taunting her
"knowing you, you'll down about 5 monsters anyway" he grumbled knowing how much caffine that his girlfriend took in and refused to cut dowwn
"still, i like sleep...no i love it" rolling her eyes, lita moved off her back and onto her side to look at the driver
" i know, you nearly bite my head off everytime i try wake you" max smirked slightly at the annoyed look that passed on the brunettes face before moving to brush the stray hair out of her face while a small silence fell between the two.
looking down at the white sheets for a moment, maxs eyebrows furrowed slightly before he spoke up "you're worried aren't you?"
the silence was all he needed to confirm the answer he already knew
"you have nothing to be worried about" the rough tired voice that max had when he first woke up was now replaced by a soft knowing voice while lita nuzzled her cheek into his rough palm
"i can't mess this up, not when i'm this close to having a championship" lita sighed out as her chest began to feel funny
"you're not gonna mess up, you're one of the best drivers on the grid everyone can see it" his thumb rubbed back and forth over soft cheek
"it's easier said than done, ive already gotten into my heads head" max couldn't help but laugh at that
"doing that's no good but we both know you're more than capable than winning that title" lita sighed as she looked down to the beds sheets
"and what about us..." thats what she really wanted to ask, what really bothered her more than some silly title
"what do you mean" his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the brunette avoid eye contract which he really didn't like
"you're so close to you're next title and i'm so close to my first..we're fighting each other for it not the other drivers" max's lips fell into a thin line
"this isn't gonna ruin us sweetheart" his hand slipped from her cheek down to her chin to force the other driver to look at him "it's only a title, it doesn't matter which one of us gets it in the end because we have each other"
"but still, i know you really want it" max couldn't help but scoff
"course i want it and i want you to have it just as bad" she looked to him with a soft frown "if you win that title tomorrow ill be too fucking proud to care about losing even if im a massive sore loser"
"you're the worst one ive met" max couldn't help but chuckle at his girlfriends words
"too right but a title means nothing if i ain't gonna have you by my side to celebrate" he spoke honestly even if he was still half asleep "stop worrying over it sweetheart, it ain't gonna do anything good for you"
Lita knew what he was saying was right. No matter who came out on top tomorrow, they were both gonna be over the moon and thhey were strong enough not to let something like this get between what was so special right...?
"stop" maxs voice cut through her thoughts as he pulled her over to his chest and move a leg on top of hers, practically squishing the brunette against him
"get some sleep okay? we don't want you dozing behind the wheel mid race" the humour in his voice was a welcoming noise that caused lita to squish her face against his chest
as she closed her eyes, she felt a small kiss be placed on top of her head and it was long till she felt the steady rise and fall of his chest lita finally let her eyes close
May the best racer win...
au note// hello my lovely book readers, i apologise for not posting last week, my power went out after really bad weather. Theres only 42 days left to the next race and ive got to admit...Im loving the red on hamiliton even though i feel like a child of divorce over the seperation between tot and him. Anyone else excited over the idea of lando getting a monster of his own? Anyway i hope you guys enojoyed this chapter because theres only one more left...xx
