Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)

Sunday

As it got closer to the time of your flight, your palms started to sweat and you turned your phone over repeatedly in you hands. Seb didn't have your number. Or social media. You were unreachable for another 4 hours, until you stepped on to that grid. The two week break had been slow. You just had to remind yourself there was nothing you could do. Nothing you could do to stop your feelings. Nothing you could do to act on those feelings either.

"Such an asshole. He definitely cut me off on purpose here. I should have had the line," Lewis had muttered while walking around the house last week. You ignored the clip of the race he was replaying on his phone.
"I don't get why they even care who he takes home," he had grumbled while catching up on news stories afterwards. You tried so hard to ignore the phone, but still managed to torture yourself with the glimpse of Seb and some girl leaving a Spanish bar together.

"Yeh like who even cares right!" you fake laughed, petting Coco a little too aggressively. 

You still hadn't succeeded in putting Seb out of your mind and if this weekend could pass in a click of your fingers that would be preferable. You had even thought of making some excuse to stay at home but this was Monaco. No matter what else was going on, it couldn't be missed. You packed. You hesitated. Then you were on your way. 

*** Later that week - race day***

Race day fever gripped the streets of Monaco as you took an early Sunday stroll. Down to the harbor and through the streets, fans were already queuing. The last few days had cleared your head. You didn't know whether it was being back in your favourite place or seeing the joy on Lewis's face that made you so much happier here. You didn't even care when you saw Seb arrive at qualifying with the girl from that photo, on the back of his motorcycle yesterday. Everything was golden. Everything was peaceful. As you wandered through the paddock, flashing your VIP badge, you felt someone fall in step next to you. Red boots. Blue eyes.
"Are you going to wish me luck?"
"Nope"

***
He had done it. Lewis had won. Lewis had actually won. You jumped the barrier, crashing into your brother as he jumped out of his car. There would be celebrations tonight for sure. Everything was about Lewis right now. The crowds were going wild. You were swept up in a tide of joy like no other, carrying you through the day until you arrived back to the hotel Mercedes had booked out.
"I'm exhausted" you sighed, flopping down on the bed of your room.
Lewis was fluffing up his hair in the reflection of the floor to ceiling mirror.
"You are coming to the boat party!"
"I don't really think it's my thing," you smiled, admiring the new dress you had bought yourself earlier in the week. Seb would love it. But he was going t be there and that was EXACTLY the kind of situation you wanted to avoid. 
"(Y/N) don't lie - it is 100% your perfect idea of an evening. Anyway you can't bail because I won. It's about me this evening," he smirked.
"Ok cocky, leave me to get ready," you laughed. "See you at 7!" Maybe you could just avoid Seb all evening? You looked at yourself in the mirror. Guilty eyes. Yeh, maybe not.