A/N: for itsmaxver
"My bed feels empty without you."
Word Count: 890
There were many great things about dating a professional athlete, let alone an f1 driver, but there were also some not some great things. One of them being the distance between the two of you. For most of the year he was travelling around the world, living his dream, while you were trapped in your little homecity. You wanted to travel around the world with him, but you had you life there, where people had demands for you. Luckily you could go to a few races a year in the countries near your own, which was better than nothing.
Because of all the time you spent apart, you often found yourself having trouble falling asleep at night, because you were missing him so much. It often ended with you falling asleep at 4 am with tears streaming down your cheeks and the covers under you drenched in the salty water from the tears that kept gushing out.
Max was currently in China for the third race of the 2019 season and you couldn't go with him. You couldn't even watch the free practices on friday, as you were busy with school (or work, or something else). After the race on sunday, where Max had managed P4, you were in you bed again trying to get some sleep, but like any other night the past months you couldn't fall asleep. You hadn't talked with Max since saturday before qualifying as you knew he was busy so you didn't call or text him in fear of distracting him, when he needed to be focused. He also didn't call or text you, because he didn't want you to worry about him when you had homework to do.
As you were lying in bed your mind started twirling and you thought of Max, possibly lying in bed in his hotelroom in Shanghai. And he was. He was lying in a bed, that didn't feel like his own, but even his own bed didn't feel the same without you lying next to him. The bed felt like a stranger, placed in a room, that felt like a stranger. The walls almost collapsing upon him as he was lying there, not able to control the feeling that ran through his mind and his whole body. In the beginning he didn't know, why he was feeling like a stranger in his own skin, but as he looked at his lockscreen on his phone he understood. On the lockscreen was a picture of you and Max together on a beach in Monaco when you had come to visit him earlier this year before the season started. He was missing you.
He was missing you like he had never missed anyone before. The burning feeling of emptiness took over his heart as well. He had to talk to you. Right now!
He quickly grabbed his phone again and opened it to find you contact. It felt like forever until you finally picked up, tears streaming down your cheeks again.
"Y/N?" he asked with a weak voice.
"Yes Max," you said while trying not to sound like you had cried.
"Are you crying?" he asked. You sniffled as you were about to answer him, but you didn't get a chance to open your mouth before he cut you off. "You are. Why? Has anyone hurt you?"
"No, don't worry. I-I just... I just miss you so much Max."
"Oh baby. Please don't cry because of me. I miss you too." As he said that, a tear ran down his cheek and landed on his shirt, staining it. "It doesn't feel right falling asleep without," he continued. "My bed feels empty without you in it. Without you lying next to me."
"I can't sleep without your arms wrapped around me," you confessed to him between your sobs.
"I want to wrap my arms around you so badly right now. My bed feels like a stranger, even my own bed at home feels strange without you in it. I just miss you so much babygirl."
He took the phone away from his ear to click the button that would turn it into a facetime call. You accepted it, and you instantly saw the tears in his eyes. The eyes, that were usually filled with joy and curiosity seem almost unrecognisable. He could see you tears as well and it hurt him deeply to see you so upset because of him.
None of you said a word and you kept lying there for minutes maybe hours, looking at each other with no words escaping you mouths. In the end you must have fallen asleep, because you woke up the next morning feeling more or less well rested.
You spent the whole day at home, and late in the afternoon the doorbell rang. You ran to the door to open it and you were met by a smiling Max standing on your porch with a bouquet of yellow tulips. He stepped closer to you before you quickly jumped towards him and wrapped your arms around his strong neck. Your head rested against his chest and his hand went up to your head so he could wrap his fingers in you soft hair. He smelled like home. He was home. Home was him.
