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THE WEEKEND OF THE FRENCH GRAND PRIX had finally arrived, and not alone was it the french grand prix, it was also the first grand prix you would ever attend. And you weren't just going to be seated in one of the grandstands. No, you had gotten the pink vip pass so that you could enter the paddock and walk along all of the famous and infamous formula one drivers. When you had gotten the pass in the mail, you had looked at it in awe. What a beauty. It had your name on it and the name of the person, whose guest you were. No other than Nico Hulkenberg himself. But you didn't call him Nico, but instead chose to go with the name "babe". Yeah, that's right folks, Nicolas Hülkenberg was your boyfriend, and you were his proud and ever supporting girlfriend.
So there you were in the hotel room, you shared with Nico for the weekend. He had woken up way earlier than you, as he had to be in the garage to go over some data with his engineers and mechanics, so that the car would be at maximum performance later on in the afternoon. You, however, had slept in a bit and wouldn't be at the track until an hour or so before the race would start. You therefore had plenty of time to get ready and pick out the perfect outfit for the day. You weren't a girly girl, and to be honest you had kind of feared when this day would come. You always saw the other drivers' girlfriends dress up in fancy dresses and heels, that could make you fall to the ground just thinking about walking in those torture devices. You wanted to be like that. Wanted to look like that. But you couldn't. You weren't going to change yourself, just so that other people felt about themselves.
Thats why you, a few weeks ago, had ordered a Renault team shirt online in a much bigger size. You had of course bought a shirt with the number 27 on it, so that you could proper represent your boyfriend. And when it finally arrived, you were thrilled. That was what you were going to were. You tried the shirt on and luckily it was big like you had hoped. In fact it was so big that it almost reached your knees. And it was perfect. Perfect. You would wear that to the grand prix with a pair of white sneakers that you had had for years, but were somehow still white, even though they had been through quite a bit.
After you had showered, you put on your outfit and checked for a last time in the mirror, that everything looked how you wanted it to look, and it did. You put all your necessities in your bag and headed out the door. Standing in the elevator with the mirrored walls, made you feel self-conscious for a brief moment. What if Nico didn't like your outfit. But you had to be confident. Confidence always looks better on people, unless it becomes too much and they become cocky. That's just straight up annoying.
Walking through the paddock, you felt a lot of eyes on you. You were new here and it seemed like everyone had their eyes fixated on you. You walked past the Red Bull energy station where you saw one of their employees almost eating you with his eyes. You were never the one to have all the boys' attention, more like the shy girl, and that's why you were insecure about your relationship in the beginning. He was a formula one driver for God's sake, and you were just some random chick from a random city in a random country. Nobody knew who you were, where as millions knew who Nico was and there were probably thousands of women and girls (and guys) who would love to have him as their girlfriend, but somehow you got lucky and he chose you. He chose you out of all of those other people. You.
You thought about whether Nico would be in the garage or the hospitality, but since there was plenty of time until the race, it would make the best sense, that he was in the hospitality, so that was where you went. And you were right, because immediately after entering the large building, you saw the handsome fella stand in the corner. His back was turned to you, so he couldn't see you entering, but Daniel could, as he was stood in front of him. Daniel's eyes fell on you and he nudged Nico's shoulder to make him turn. Nico's eyes fell on you as well and and his mouthed opened in awe. Walking towards him, you hadn't expected him to come running towards you to pick you up and twirl you around as if you didn't weight more than a feather.
"You look breathtakingly beautiful babygirl. Is that my shirt you're wearing?" he said with a hoarse whisper in you ear, so that no one else could hear him.
"You like it?" you said hesitantly.
"I don't like it. I love it. But it looks like others are loving it as well princess," he said and cocked his head backwards towards Ricciardo who was still eyeing you up and down with wide eyes. "Good thing I can't see you when I'm driving, or else I wouldn't be able to concentrate on the track."
In the race he pulled off some incredible overtaking moves and finished the race in P8. And speaking of 8. The morning after the race, you woke up with 8 bruises on your neck and collarbones, caused by Nico's plump lips, that had been to very good use the previous night.
