F1, F2 & F3 : Finished

• Mick S •

✨coffeeandblueberries ✨

I really enjoyed travelling with Mick and it was a dream to see all the different sights and take in all the different cultures, however, it was beginning to feel slightly tiresome and quite lonely. The idea of the big, empty house standing alone in Switzerland made me uneasy but Mick often brushed me off as being home-sick, yet didn't console me. At first, the idea of dropping everything to go to every race, every media opportunity and event was fun yet now I was craving normality: a night in the house, maybe a nice and quiet date if we felt like it at the local Italian. Mick began to start focusing more on his events and media and would come into whatever hotel room we were in for a few nights and give me a quick peck before rolling over to sleep. If I tried to get closer to him in the night he would brush me off and say;

"I need to be ready for tomorrow, just go to sleep."

It did hurt my feelings a bit when he made comments like that but I began to distract myself by using my opportunities of being in other countries and becoming a full time tourist. I would leave the hotel shortly after Mick, or on certain days, before him. I would wander around whatever city I was in with a map in one hand and my phone in the other. The sore feet were totally worth it for the Instagram quality photos I got to upload, however, it was clear people were starting to notice the lacking presence of Mick amongst my social platforms and would flood my comments asking where he is and have we broken up. I noticed that Mick had liked a few of my posts and assumed he had seen the comments with a small sigh. I looked out into the square that was bustling with people, mainly in groups or pairs. People were looking to their companions is happiness, loyalty and love.

I was sat alone. I quickly finished my drink and paid before making my way back to the hotel room. I decided to take the stairs to let my mind and heart process what I was about to do. I stopped at the sight of Mick lay asleep in the bed with his blonde strands falling softly upon his head with his face settled in a peaceful and content manner. My heart melted at the sight but I shook of the feeling and began to make process on the wardrobe: quickly but quietly taking the clothes and placing them into my luggage. I didn't have a lot of clothes as I started to buy them on the road as it made it easier. I was finally packed after about ten minutes and zipped my case.

The noise of it caused Mick to groan softly and he sat up and wiped his face before grinning as he spotted me sat by the end of the bed.

"Come to bed, it's warm," he said softly, slipping back under the soft covers.

"Mick-" I started but he cut me off,

"Please y/n, it's so comfy!" Mick whined,

"Mick I'm going to go back to Switzerland for a while." I stated,

"Oh you're going home? But I have a photo shoot tomorrow."

"I'm staying at a friends house,"

"So you're not actually going home." He replied confused,

I shuffled down the bed closer to him and took one of his hands into mine,

"I'm going back to Switzerland Mick but not to our house, I think... I don't think we should... it's not... working anymore." I said, the tears rolling down my face as my voice started to crack.

"You're breaking up with me!" He exclaimed,

"Mick it's the best option for us,"

"No it's not!" He shouted, rising from the bed and gripping my shoulders,

"I've taken you over the world, to all my races and galas you would of never gotten into if it wasn't for my name!" He shouted, I shrugged him off and walked away furiously,

"Yes, you've taken me around the world Mick to leave me alone in hotel rooms, I've had to take myself around these cities and for all those galas we went to it's nice to know that you thought I was there as your accessory!" I replied angrily,

"Oh, I'm so sorry that I've left you in €1000 hotel rooms!" He shouted once more,

"This is how you re-pay me!" He shouted raising his hands furiously above his head,

"I've got nothing to repay Mick, you have treated me like a side piece these past few months and I'm done with it, I want to go home!"

"What's home without me think about that!" He shot back,

"What's left in this relationship anymore Mick, tell me... I'm begging you to stand there and tell me what's left to love in this!" I said, the anger finally releasing as I said what I've been thinking.

He stopped and stared at me, red flushed face and a slightly shaking demeanour.

"I'm sorry that's how you feel but -"

"It's over." I said,

"Yes, it's over." He said.

I began to wheel my case toward the door and turned back once more,

"God... I loved you Mick Schumacher."

"I loved you so much Y/N L/N."

He sent me a small smile and ruffled his blonde strands sheepishly, my heart broke and I let out a small sob because my gosh, I would miss that sight.

The door swung shut behind me with a slam and I rest my head against it with a defeated sob. It was going to be alright from now on and with that mentality I made my way down the corridor and into the elevator.