Nico Hulkenberg - garbage bags

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Your eyes suddenly flung open with the realization that the alarm didn't go off. Jumping over your bed, you ran to the bathroom to get ready. You ran back into your bedroom and fell over your shoes, you face smashing into the laundry pile. You slowly looked up. "AH! Life! you growled.

Tuesday is garbage day. As soon as you finished your cereal, you got the garbage bags and went downstairs to take it out. Halfway down the stair you remembered you don't have the keys. You put the trash bags down in the middle of the staircase and went back to your apartment for the keys.

When you got back there was a tall, blonde man standing at the bottom of the stairs, his blue eyes fixed on you. "Hi. I am so sorry. I am late and u forgot my keys. And life is laughing at me right now." You explain why your garbage bags are blocking the staircase. "Oh no. Thank you actually. Now I remembered to take mine out." He winks at you. So smooth. "A girl that takes out her own garbage bags. There's something you don't see every day. But I'm here to rescue you, so I will take them out." He flirted with you.

"Ha-ha! Taking out my garbage is not going to get you into my pants." You turned him down. You walked past him with the garbage bags, ignoring him. He looked at you in amazement and then went upstairs to his apartment.

A week went by and it was Tuesday, garbage day, again.

Someone was knocking on your door while you were eating your cereal. At least you weren't late today, so you had a minute for a visitor. You opened the door to find the tall blonde man standing there, leaning against the wall. "Good morning miss-i-take-out-my-own-garbage-bags" he said as he walked in before you could respond to anything.

"You can't just waltz in here. I don't even know who you are" you scolded him with your finger. "Sorry. My name is Nico. I am from Germany." "That explains the accent" you mumbled softly to yourself. He heard it. "Oh. My name is Y/N." "You don't like my accent?" "No" you lied. "I'm just here to take out your garbage. Being a good neighbour. And you are being really rude. Give me your garbage and I will be on my way" he commands very seriously.

There was a moment of silence while you were looking at each other wide-eyed, processing what was just said. You both started laughing. While still laughing you showed Nico where your garbage bag is and he took it out for you.

One morning you ran out of garbage bags. You went up one floor to Nico's apartment. You knocked a few times but no one answered the door. As you turned around to walk away, the door opened. There is Nico. Towel tied around his hips. He is dripping wet form the shower. "Can I help you?" he smirks, knowing that you are staring and he is looking too damn good. "Uh. I. Uhm. I ran out of garbage bags." "I will get you some." Nico let you into his apartment. He went to his kitchen to get the bags while you were standing in his living room.

"Why does all our encounters revolve around garbage bags?" Nico pointed out as he returned to you with the bags. "That's your fault. You won't leave me and my garbage bags alone." You said as you got very nervous. Nico is moving closer into your space, his curious eyes locked on yours. You began to panic. You grabbed the bags out of his hands and speed-walked to his door, while you were walking back to your apartment you thought to yourself, "Why didn't his stupid towel drop?"

From there on Nico would come to your apartment every Tuesday morning. You would have coffee together and then he would take your garbage bag out.

A tear ran down your check as you looked down at your baby boy in your arms, remembering how your and Nico's relationship started out three years ago. "And I watched daddy take out the garbage bags every week until he passed away in that accident." You kissed your baby boy goodnight and put him down in his crib.



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