Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Carlos Sainz - An Apology Given Too Late

"Adíos you prick!"
"Your Spanish is shit!"
"Yeah? Well so is your driving! Get lost you stupid fuck face!"
"I'd rather spend my life under a bridge than spend another night in bed with you!"
"Well go back to the bridge you came from, trollface!"

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I walk into the paddock. I was a bit nervous if I'm being honest because I'm a reporter now for Sky Sports F1 and I had to interview a lot of drivers and that is sort of the problem. I dated one of them. Carlos Sainz Jr, the Spanish driver on the grid. I knew he drove in f1 but I wasn't going to let one person take me away from my dream and besides, I found someone new. Stoffel Vandoorne in Formula E and a past F1 driver for McLaren. "Hi. I'm Y/n Y/l/n. I'm here to interview the drivers." I say to the guard showing him my pass. He nods and allows me through. The McLaren hospitality lounge is truly something. It looks like its from the future. Like the inside of a spaceship. I spot the drivers sitting down conversing among themseleves when Lando points towards me. We knew each other because he was the test driver about two seasons ago, just before Stoffel left.

"Y/n! It's good to see you!" Lando says going in for a hug. I let done my handbag and accept. "Oh my god. It's good to see you too. Stop growing for Christ's sake!" I turn and look at Carlos looking a bit uncomfortable. "And nice to see you too Carlos." He nods. "Well, I'm going to be asking about how the training has been with McLaren so far and how the car has felt this season and so on. I'd there any problems with that?" I look towards the PR officers of the drivers and they shake their head. "Okay then. I'll begin recording the audio."

The interview went by smoothly, no problems at all but Carlos kept giving short and bland answers which made my job a lot more difficult. "Well thank you gentlemen. I'll see you around." I say walking away. I walk out of the door when I hear a voice calling after me. I spin around to see Lando speedwalking towards me. "What was that with Carlos?" I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know." I was lying out of my front teeth. I knew exactly why. "You're such a bad liar. Just tell me." I hesitate but tell him anyway. "We dated for like, two years and he left me a year after he started driving for Toro Rosso." Lando's mouth shot open. He couldn't believe it. "Wait, really? He told me you two were a thing but I didn't believe it so I came to ask you. Wow. Does Stoffel know?"

"Yes he knows. I told him." I reply cooly. Lando looked at me in such confusion. "Why didn't it work out?" I roll my eyes. "Look Lando, we aren't discussing this. I don't want to talk about it. We just had a big fight and everything crumbled." I turn and walk away from the teenager and went to go and meet up with other Sky Sports presenters.

Meanwhile with Carlos and Lando

Carlos watched as Lando returned into the room. "I told you she wouldn't talk mate. Should've just listened." Carlos smirked returning to the old texts on his phone from Y/n. He missed her yes but he simply didn't have the balls to text her to apologise and the longer he left it, the worse the situation got so he just never apologised. "She told me you guys had a fight but nothing much else." Carlos looked back at his team-mate. "She actually told you? Did she say what about?" Lando shook his head indicating a no. Thoughts ran through Carlos' head. He started a fight with her and all because she was attending journalism school. He said she was using him but honestly, he knew deep down she wasn't, he just had too much pride to admit he was wrong. He had grown know though. "Maybe I should ask her out for a drink or something to apologise. Maybe rekindle."

"I wouldn't do that mate. She's engaged." Lando says quietly. Carlos spins his head round and his world comes tumbling down. "To who? And how long?" Carlos' voice cracked. "Stoffel. For a few weeks now." Carlos gulped hard and looked back at the texts again. He looked at them so often he could memerize the date and time they were sent. "Well. She's happy at least." Lando says patting his friend's back. "I'm gonna go get some food. Do you want anything?" Carlos shakes his head and walks away from Lando to his driver room and not to be heard of until qualifying.

Back to Y/n

My heartbeat became uneasy as I saw the crash before me. Carlos had crashed out in qualifying. He had set two purple sectors and spun out in the penultimate corner. "That's gonna hurt." Jenson (Button) said beside me. "Yeah. I bet." Carlos wobbled out of the car and walked straight by the medics and marshalls. He walked the whole wya back to the pits which wasn't that long of a walk but I figured I may as well go and see if he was alright. "Wait. Why am I suddenly scared if he's alright or not? I'm not with him." I thought to myself but I am torn from my thoughts by a Spanish voice saying my name. Carlos.

"What are you doing here?" he says with venom dripping from his voice. "I- Are you okay?" My voice timid. He throws his gloves hard at a wall and spins around. "Am I okay?! Are you serious?! All these years away from each other, broken up, hating each other and you just walk up and casually ask if I am doing okay?!" I clench my jaw. I prayed it was the adrenaline from the crash that made him like this but then again, he didn't seem too happy to see me this morning. "You know what? I'll just fucking go." I stand outside the McLaren garage and let a few tears roll down my eyes. "Fuck! I did it again!" the Spanish voice yelled. "I let her go again!" I wipe the tears from my cheeks and listen in to what he had to say.

"Look Carlos, she won't even think about taking you back unless you apologise." His engineer Tom says. "She won't regardless. She's engaged now." He sounded sad. "It's everytime. She interviewed me today and I was a dick and now this? I have read over every text before we broke up, I know exactly everything she and I have typed to each other. That's how much I miss her. My homescreen is her, look!" I take a breath in. Why did he have to become so fucking heartfelt now? Why not back when I wanted him back?

"Look, just go find her and say you're sorry. Then explain why you are acting up. Practise on me if you want." Tom chuckles. I could hear Carlos' scoff. "That's childish. I'm not doing that." "Well I won't help you then." Silence and then a sigh. "Y/n, will I call you y/n? Okay. Y/n, look. I'm really sorry about how I have acted towards you and I know you probably won't forgive me. I have regretted everyday of my life without you waking up in my arms and who knows? If we hadn't broken up we could have been engaged. Stoffel is a lucky guy to have you in his life and I must admit, I am envious but he makes you happy and I was a fool to let you go, so enjoy your life with him, just know I will always love you and I have given you an apology, even if it was a little too late."

I walk back from behind the wall and look at him. He looks startled as his eyes shoot open and his mouth too. "You heard?" He asked. "Every word." "And you forgive me?" I sigh.
"I forgive you, but I can't take you back. Not when there is someone who never once questioned my love for him back at home waiting for me. I'm sorry Carlos." I walk away, not even trying to hide the tears anymore. I didnt want Stoffel anymore, I wanted Carlos, but he had a chance and blew it. A few months later, I married Stoffel and I loved it, but even saying my vowes I thought of Carlos. I thought of saying them to him and everyday after we last talked felt wrong in every way.