Formula One Shots

Nico Rosberg [23 + 40]

For laylamiddelkoopp 

23. "Kiss me."

40. "Those things you said yesterday... did you mean them?"

Word count: 594

Waking up late in the morning, you remembered every single detail of last night. You were probably the only one who didn't get drunk. Sure, you had had two beers, but you knew what happened if you drank more. Your friend Nico, however, thought it would be smart to drink a lot. He had drank enough for the two of you. You were surprised that he hadn't passed out from all of the alochol.

"Come on Nico, let's get you home, you've had enough drinks," you said as you dragged him out of the club. He groaned and mumbled something incoherent, making you roll your eyes at him.

"(y/n)... you are so- so beautiful,"  Nico slurred. You chuckled and shook your head, thanking him quickly. He rested his weight on you, making you stumble a little.

"You are so pretty... and I'm so in love with you," he said before sighing dramatically. You frowned at him, quickly shaking the thoughts out of your head. He was drunk, he had no idea what he was saying.

You came to a halt once you stood in front of his apartment, fishing the keys out his pocket and opening the door for him. You dragged him to the couch, not feeling like dragging him upstairs to his bedroom. He was too heavy for that. He let himself fall on the couch, almost immediately falling asleep once his head hit one of the pillows. You shook your head and quickly untied his shoes, fetching a blanket for him. Pressing a kiss to his temple, you wanted to leave his house, until he caught a hold of your wrist.

"I was serious about it... I love you," he said sleepily.

"I love you too, Nico, go to sleep," you said as you sighed. He could never love you more than a friend. Or could he?

You got out of bed, getting ready to dress yourself and do your make-up. After that you went to make yourself some breakfast. You were scrolling through your news feed when you received a text message from Nico.

Nico: Can I ask you something about last night? Do you mind if I come over now?

You quickly replied that you didn't mind. You were starting to get nervous. What did he want to talk about? You didn't embarrass yourself last night, right?

Not very long after his text, he walked into your house. You always did this. You knew it was him anyway. He stalked into the kitchen and sat down on a chair across from you. The two of you smiled awkwardly at each other.

"Those things you said yesterday... did you mean them?" you asked bluntly, surprised by your own question. You weren't usually this bold. Nico seemed taken aback by your question too.

"(y/n)," he sighed, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, "you do know that drunk people can't lie, do you?"

"So... you are in love with me?" you asked, shock written on your face.

"Was I that blunt last night?" he asked, to which you nodded in response, "I suppose that the secret is finally out then. Yes, (y/n), I am head over heels in love with you."

You let the words sink in for a moment, starting to smile like an idiot as you realized that he returned your feelings. "Please say something... anything," Nico said softly.

You decided to be bold for once and leaned a bit over the table towards him, "Kiss me, Nico Rosberg."

Needless to say, you didn't have to tell him twice.