MotoGP One Shots/Imagines (Requests Open)

Misconception // Marc Marquez (Requested)

Dedicated to Megan_Marquez_93
Hope you like it!
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"Megan Carver! You must come to the Qatar GP with me!" Marc tickled her stomach with his long fingers.

She roared in laughter as she tried to push him away. "Okay Marc! Now leave me! I will come!" She pushed him against the wall but it took her a few moments to realise what she had done.

Their faces were close and they could feel each others warm breath. She had never looked at Marc so closely, and now that she was, she couldn't help but blush. He was so handsome.

Megan and Marc had always secretly liked each other, but both of them were not aware of each other's affection. Megan was Alex's best friend, as they had gone to the same school since childhood, and it was Alex who had introduced her to Marc.

"Then I should book the tickets and you will go home and pack your bag today. We have a flight to catch tonight." Marc smirked.

Megan quickly pulled back and nodded her head, as her cheeks burned red. Marc walked away into his garage to hide his blushing face and Megan walked towards Alex's garage where she knew she could calm her beating heart.

"Megan, hey." Alex grinned upon seeing her enter the garage and he stopped cleaning his bike. "How have you been?"

"Very well," she replied in a slight trembling voice; "I will be travelling with you guys for the Qatar GP. Marc insisted me and I had to agree."

Alex's smile faded away upon hearing Marc's name. He never liked the fact that Megan and Marc were so close to each other because Alex had always liked Megan. Moreover, she was his best friend, not Marc's and Alex always felt as if Marc was stealing his friend from him.

He nodded his head and started cleaning his bike once again. "If you need help with packing your luggage, do call me up."

Megan smiled, thanked him and spent most of her time in his garage until she decided to leave and start packing her bags.

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Megan was amazed at how beautiful Qatar was when she arrived over there with Marc and Alex. They took a ride to their hotel and she amused herself with the beautiful sceneries that were visible on their way.

Later, when they arrived at their hotel, they were astonished to see their hotel rooms which were grand and above their expectations.

Megan unpacked her luggage and was about to take a shower until she heard a knock on the door. She opened the door and Alex came in with a beaming face.

"I hope you like your room." He exclaimed as he flopped down on the couch.

"I do." She sat next to him and sighed deeply. Alex noticed this and he looked at her as she started speaking; "I really need your help Alex."

"For what?" He asked immediately.

"For Marc." Her cheeks turned rosy again and she bit her lower lip in embarrassment. "I really love Marc and I want you to help me. I want him to know about my love for him."

"Well, you are taking a wrong step over here." Alex replied. "Marc always back bites about you. He says things which are not true. He even called you a slut once. Megan, you deserve better than Marc."

Megan's jaw dropped and her eyes became tearful as she felt her heart shatter apart. She felt as if the ground beneath her was tearing apart into two halves and she was waiting to fall down into it.

Her tears released and she covered her face with her two small, delicate hands and Alex rubbed her back gently. He consoled her, stayed back with her until she felt better.

~

Few days passed in Qatar, and Megan had been completely ignoring Marc. Instead of him, she hung out with Alex even more and he made her happy.

Marc was hurt when he noticed this, therefore, on the qualification day, when he saw Megan walking towards Alex's garage, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a corner.

"Hey Megs, why have you been ignoring me?" He looked into her deep blue eyes and stroked her light brown, luscious hair.

She was startled at this action and she pushed him away with a strong force. "I have all the right to ignore you!" She yelled. "You called me a slut! You said false stuff behind my back and then, when I'm near you, you act like an angel!"

Marc was utterly bewildered and puzzled as he tried to analyse the situation but failed to. "What are you saying? I never back bite about you Megan!"

"Guys," Alex walked towards them with a hesitant look on his face. He sighed deeply and spoke in a guilty manner; "I lied to Megan about you, Marc because I liked her, but she has admiration for only you. She loves you so much and I just realised that I shouldn't have lied. I am sorry."

"Alex," Megan turned her face to look at him with her eyebrows furrowed; "you should not have done that! If you liked me, you could have told me. You don't know how angry I am at you!"

"I am truly sorry." He added. "Marc and you would make such an amazing couple. I swear I would never interrupt in your romance lives ever again."

Megan blushed as her anger faded away. She forgave Alex and Marc dragged her into a lone alley, away from all the others, where he pushed her against the wall.

"Now, let me just confess my love for you," he smirked widely, "I love you so dearly Megan Carver, and I promise that I will always take care of you."

She chuckled slightly, with her sweet voice which had always hypnotised Marc, she replied; "I love you too Marc Marquez."

With that, Marc pushed his lips against hers and kissed her passionately for a few minutes. Their tongues swirled and they enjoyed each and every moment of their first kiss until they had to pull away since the qualification race was about to begin.

Before leaving, Marc whispered into her ear; "wait for me in your hotel room tonight."

She blushed madly, as Marc walked away with a cheeky little smirk and a wink.