Formula One Shots

Daniel Ricciardo [69]

A/N: my squad has kept me up this long (I love them so much) so here's another update 😇 This one is for sariitiisima

69. "You hate me and I do not know why!"

Word count: 978

Working as engineer for Red Bull Racing had its ups and downs. One of your least favourite things would be working with Daniel Ricciardo. Or just Daniel in general. Ever since you were introduced to him, he had been making rude comments about you or your work. At least, that's how it felt to you. It sure got on your nerves at times. But most of the time, you tried to just ignore him or the pang in your chest whenever he made a comment about your work once again. It seemed as if he he didn't know how to stop making comments as soon as he'd started. It hurt hearing some of the things he said, but that didn't stop you from admiring how good looking he actually was. You had tried to push the feelings away, because he kept hurting you over and over again, but it was no use. He basically had you wrapped around his finger, but you tried not to show it by giving him the same amount of rude comments back.

Today was one of those days where you couldn't stand the sight of him. You didn't even feel the need to argue with him, which he really seemed to like doing. "Oh, look who's arrived! The queen herself!" Daniel walked into the paddock, making you sigh and roll your eyes in reply.

"Piss off Daniel, I'm not in the mood," you gritted your teeth at him. "Oh, got your panties in a twist, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly, making you want to punch him in the face. Well, you didn't want to ruin his pretty face, but if that was all it took to get him to shut up, you would be willing to risk it all.

"I swear to god Daniel, you are so annoying that you make me want to go to jail just to get away from you," you slightly raised your voice at him, making him take a step back and widen his eyes.

"That was like the worst insult ever. Can't you do better than that?" Daniel challenged you with a smirk and went to take a step closer to you, but he was interrupted by a voice calling out his name.

"Oh, do you have to leave so soon, darling? I was just about to poison your tea," you smiled sweetly as his jaw dropped a little. It made you smile triumphantly. Daniel just gave you a disapproving look and walked away towards one of your colleagues, leaving you standing there alone, sipping your tea like Cersei Lannister sips her wine, watching people dying in front of her. He could be happy you actually weren't that evil.

A few minutes later, when you had finished your tea, Daniel reappeared in the door opening. You rolled your eyes and walked past him towards your very own office. You were about to close the door when he walked in with you, shutting the door right behind him. "So, are you just going to ignore me now?" Daniel asked, crossing his arms over his chest while leaning against the door casually. "Daniel, I don't have time for your bullshit," you said and tried your best to stay calm.

"But, babe. What's the fun in that? I love seeing you get all worked up because of me." You had just about had it now with his behaviour. "Why do you keep doing this? Why me?"

"What do you mean?"

"You hate me and I do not know why!" you exclaimed angrily. Daniel stayed silent for a little while, "I don't hate you, (y/n). It's impossible to hate you."

"Oh really now?" you said sarcastically. Who did he think he was? "I thought you liked this... little game of, you know, playfully insulting each other."

"Playfully insulting each other?  Daniel, that was not playful," you said while shaking your head, "you made me believe that I am not good at what I'm doing around here and that you hated me increasingly more with everything I did."

"I'm an idiot," Daniel said to himself. 

"This is the first thing you have ever said that is actually no bullshit," you pointed out. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I should not have taken it so far."

"Damn right," you said as you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "I don't hate you," he repeated himself, "not at all. I actually really like you," he said as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"You like me? You have a very weird way of showing someone that you like them. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone."

"I know... I just- I didn't know how to deal with my feelings, you know? I mean, I tried not to feel anything for you by calling you names and such, but I started to fall in love with you even harder at hearing you sass me back."

You stayed silent for a few seconds and then walked up to him, making you stand right in front of him, only a few inches apart. You could only think of one thing to do, so you did. You slapped him right across the cheek, making him wince in shock. You hadn't hit him very hard. He just didn't see it coming. "You deserved that, darling," you smiled sweetly at him.

"I guess I did," he chuckled nervously. "well... I'm sorry, once again. I'll get my ass out of here then," he said and awkwardly tried to turn around to the door.

"Not so fast," you stopped him by taking the collar of his shirt in your hands and slamming your lips on his. He kissed back after a moment of initial shock. "You have a lot of making up to do Mr. Ricciardo."

"Oh, don't worry baby girl. I'll show you just how sorry I am."