One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

9. - Nyck de Vries

For danricciardo3 xx

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It was a lonely night, again. When you started dating in high school, he was already busy. But it was okay because it was the beginning of your relationship. But now, years later, you felt like dating a ghost. You loved that Nyck was so passionate about racing, and it's actually what made you fall for him. But your different lifestyles were drifting you apart. He was rarely home, and when he was you were at university and he also had to spend some time with his family and friends. You were at a point in your life where you had to think about the future, and you weren't so sure it was with him anymore.

The bed of your shared house in Sneek was cold when you lied in it, another proof of his absence. He was supposed to come home during the night after driving with the Netherlands team for the 6 hours of Fuji, in Japan. The different time zones made it difficult for you to speak over the phone, so you hadn't talked to him for 5 days, just a couple of texts. You were missing him dearly.

You felt him sneak under the sheets, pressing his torso against your back. You instantly felt his warmness around you and you sighed in comfort. You couldn't take away the feeling that you were lying in bed with a stranger, though.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispered into your ear. You tensed and didn't answer anything. "I know you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep." He teased and poked your waist.

"I don't know what to tell you." You quietly said and he quickly realized this was turning into a serious conversation. He turned you so you were facing him and lit the small bedside table lamp.

"What is it?" He asked gently, combing your hair that had gotten everywhere during the time you slept.

"I don't know where to start, Nyck." You were struggling against the tears.

"Just say whatever you want to, babe. Spontaneously."

Your heart broke at how caring he sounded. You remembered your first date, your first kiss, your first time, your first fight. He was your first in everything. But you also remembered all the times you were alone in the house, all the times he cancelled your plans last minute.

"I hate you, don't leave me." Your mind and your heart were torn apart between your love for him and the frustration of being with him. You couldn't pretend anymore.

His body tensed, visibly surprised by what you said. His hold on your waist tightened, as if to keep you from leaving him.

"Please don't say that. I know it's tough on you, believe me, I blame myself every day I'm away from you. But I need this to work Y/N because I love you so much I can't live without you."

"I love you too, Nyck." You laid a hand on his cheek to erase the tears that were leaving his eyes. "But it hurts. I feel like there's always an ocean between us, both physically and metaphorically. Just, tell me, when's the last time we had sex?" He couldn't answer, I know he couldn't because I couldn't either. "I need someone to make me feel loved. I want to have a family in a few years, and for a long time I thought it would be with you. I'm not sure about that anymore."

"Well I am. I'm sure I want you to be my wife and wear my name someday, I'm sure I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to grow old with you." His voice was broken because of the tears. "Please just hang in there, alright? You only have a few months left before you get your degree. Then you'll be a journalist and hopefully you'll work in motorsport so we can be together. Until then we'll work it out. I promise I'll be more present, and I'll fly you to some races if you want to. Please don't leave."

"I hate you for making me love you so much, Nyck." You snuggled closer to his chest.

"You're the most important thing in my life, you know that. I swear to you I'll take care of you, I'll make you feel loved and I'll show you how much you mean to me. You're gonna finish your studies, find a job, and then I'll ask you to marry me. We'll have a beautiful wedding and at night I'll take your white dress off. I'll tell you how much I love you and, months after, you'll give birth to a perfect de Vries baby. How does that sound?"

"Perfect. That sounds perfect." You nodded, your eyes blurry because of the effect that his words have on you.

"Please keep on believing in us. And please stop crying because it breaks my heart to know I hurt you."

He put his head in your neck, breathing in deeply and leaving a couple of kisses under your ear. He was holding you tightly and, for the first time in a long time, you felt loved. Maybe that was all you needed, a bit of reassurance.

"I will. I will. I'm sorry for doubting you, and us."

"I hate myself so much for making you feel like that. Let me show you how much I love you."

Nyck pushed you on your back and leaned over you, kissing you passionately. You felt his hands slip under your nightdress to take it off. That night, he made love to you like he never did, making you feel things you never did before. Each one of his kisses, bites, caress and thrusts, a new proof of how much he loved you.