Formula One • One Shots & Preferences • DISCONTINUED

➢ George Russell - "Why do you keep pushing me away?"

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A job at Williams was a dream come true. I couldn't have asked to be a part of a more united and determined team. The past few seasons had been really hard on the team with their lack of points and, at one point, it had been hard to recognise it as the once great team.

I joined the team at the start of the 2019 season where I wasn't the only newcomer. The big star from formula two, George Russell, had earned his seat along with his more experienced teammate Robert Kubica. I was proud to be working closely with George as he was really polite and brought a good attitude despite not being provided with a car that could earn him points. He was sympathetic towards me in the early days at the team where I struggled to fit in such a Male-dominated environment. Being a female mechanic isn't the most common sight, however George never treated me any different. He trusted me to make the repairs on his car that were needed and was always by my side to boost my morale during the difficult season.

I was elated to hear that I would be working with him for another year, but it was rather selfish of me. George deserved a better car that reflected his ability and staying at Williams couldn't provide him with that. The truth his, I had become dependent on him as a friend and, unsurprisingly with his charm, looked at him in an even brighter light. My feelings towards George had to be suppressed or else I risked ruining the dynamic between is. It's something I cherish.

George had seen me in every state: happy; sad; angry; scared; lonely. I had seen him the same way. I was there when he broke up with his girlfriend as a shoulder to cry on; that was well before my feelings towards him had started to develop. This man held my heart in his hands and didn't have a clue.

"(Y/n)?" His soft voice rang through the empty garage, causing me to jump. I placed my hand to my chest and turned my attention from the car to him. He was leaning against my tool bench with a small frown playing on his lips, his eyebrows ruffled. "What're you doing here this late?"

"I could ask you the same thing," I shot back, a small smile finding it's way onto my face at his presence alone. I spun my stool around so that I could resume what I was doing in the first place. "If you must know, I was just making some adjustments to your wing. After practice, one of the mechanics noticed that it was slightly different to previous sessions so I've been assigned the glamorous job of tweaking it. It won't make you as fast as the Mercs, but a point might be up for grabs if I get it right."

"Have you at least had dinner?"

"I'll eat when I'm dead." I didn't even look back this time but knew he had walked further into the room. His presence could be felt getting closer until his hand placed lightly on my shoulder.

"C'mon, I'm sure it'll be fine until tomorrow morning," George pleaded. "Just come to dinner with me." His hand moved to grab the upper part of my arm so that he could spin me around. I let out a heavy sigh and dropped my tool into my lap. His eyes locked with mine.

"I promised I'd get it done, Georgie." I pulled my lips to the side. I wasn't overly pleased that I had to be turning down a dinner with him but this was my job, after all. As a team, we take it in turns to do late nights and tonight just so happened to be mine. I didn't want to be that person who didn't pull their weight.

"(Y/n)..." George whined.

"Sorry. I really need to get this done-"

"But you need to eat!" George exclaimed over me.

"-because deadlines are important. I also promised Claire. This is really vital for your qualifying tomorrow if you want to get into Q2-"

"You're really annoying me." I chose to ignore him and didn't let him interrupt my flow of excuses.

"-as this might be your best chance. We can really challenge for points on Sunday but everything has to be perfect-"

"Gosh, just shut up," George groaned, throwing his head back.

I raised an eyebrow, finally coming to the end of my reasoning. "Make me."

I know that 'make me' is the universal unspoken invite to engage in a kiss, but I really wasn't anticipating George to close the gap between us. He cupped my cheek with one hand whilst the other went straight to the dip of my waist, before his soft lips connected with mine. My heart lurched in my chest and I froze on the spot, taking a few moments to actually comprehend that George was kissing me.

"What was that for?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper. Our faces remained a mere few centimetres apart as I looked deeply into his eyes.

"It got you to shut up, didn't it?"

"Georgie, I really have to do wo-"

"Why do you keep pushing me away?" He asked in frustration, pulling further away, however he kept a hand on my waist. His brow furrowed. "First, you wouldn't let me hold your hand at the gala, then you repeatedly make an effort to friend zone me whenever there are cameras on us, and now you don't want to kiss me. I thought you liked me, (y/n)."

"Wha-I-" I had been completely unaware that I had been doing the things he listed. The friend thing was probably my minds way to convince the cameras that we weren't a couple since he had just recently broken up with his girlfriend. "Who told you that I liked you?"

George's expression seemed to drop. "Wait, do you not like me? Everyone was telling me that you did and I really liked you so I thought- oh, gosh, have I ruined things?"

"Georgie," I layed my hand against his chest and smiled lightly, "of course I like you."

"But-"

"In case you hadn't noticed, I haven't made any attempt to move away from you because I want you close to me. You want to know why I keep 'pushing you away'? It's because I didn't think you liked me and that it would just ruin everything between us. How can I not like you? You're kind, smart, funny-"

I didn't get a chance to finish my list when George leaned forward and closed the gap between us for the second time. I fought the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and deepen it further in fear of not being able to stop myself. The stubble of his chin scratched my skin the closer he pulled himself to my body.

Reluctantly, I pressed my hands to his chest and gently pushed. The confusion on his face when our eyes reconnected was prominent. His lips remained slightly parted as he struggled to find words. "Why did you just push me away again?"

"Because I have to fix your stupid car."

George let out a groan. "Can't you do it tomorrow?"

I laughed at his childishness. "I'll be ten minutes, maximum. Can you wait that long?"

"I guess," he grumbled, allowing me to turn my chair so I was facing the car again. His arms snaked around my waist from behind and his chin rested on my shoulder. I exhaled lightly through my nose in amusement, placing my hand briefly on top of his before picking up the tool in my lap. "Can you work with me here?" His voice was low in my ear and I wanted so badly to just wheel away from the car and kiss him until my lips hurt, and then a lot more.

"You're very distracting, you know that?"

George hummed in reply. "I'm also taking you to dinner after, then maybe you can show me how good you are with your hands in my hotel room?"

I ignored the heat that crept it's way up to my face. My heart was thumping in my chest and I knew that he would be able to hear it because the room was otherwise silent. I mustered the strongest sounding voice I could muster in an attempt to mask my excited nerves. "Only if you impress me, Georgie."

"Oh, I plan to."

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