Formula 1 One Shots (driverxdriver)

Memories (AlexAlbonxGeorgeRussell)

AU: Best friends to Lovers

Couple: George Russell and Alex Albon

A sob forced its way past my lips. It didn't matter how many times I had seen him like this, in this too white room, in a too firm bed, looking much too pale, it still hit me just as hard. The repetitive beeps pierced through the silence, like a soundtrack to the scene that was currently playing out.

"George," My voice cracked as I attempted to speak to the boy next to me, "You have to wake up. You can't die on me. I need you." I knew he wasn't going to answer, but a little part of me still died when the room remained silent. I laced my fingers through his, but his fingers didn't tighten around mine like they should have.

George had always been by my side, through thick and thin. It was kind of inevitable given that our parents were best friends. We did everything together, studying for tests, celebrating when George passed his driver's test, crying together when my dog died. Everything.

Tears slipped down my cheeks like rain on a window. I reached out, running my hand through his hair. I longed for the movie nights we had, his head on my lap as we barely payed attention to the screen, choosing instead to gossip and talk about our dreams.

I wandered over to the window, unable to stomach the sight of him like that anymore, where I could see park that reminded me so much of the one George and I had played in as kids. Far down below, little Georgie was visible, kneeling down in front of a much younger me.

"Silly George. We can't get married. We're too little. Ask me again when we're older and I'll say yes," The two kids giggled and ran off to play, slowly fading to nothing. Turning my head slightly, I caught sight of the pavement just in time to see George hit the ground.

"It hurts Ally." My heart lit up at the nickname.

"I know George, but I've told you before you shouldn't run on concrete. Just you wait, I'll have you fixed up in no time," I watched as little me cleaned up his knee and put a band-aid over the graze. "There you go Georgie, all better."

"Can you kiss it better?" George's pleading eyes were clear as day in my mind, despite this particular incident taking place many years ago. What I wouldn't give to see those ocean eyes one last time.

I could see the older boys standing over me, their loud voices making my eyes well up. George ran into view, shoving the boys away from mini me.

"Get away from him. He didn't do anything to you."

"And what are you going to do about it?" Suffice to say I had to clean George up again after that one.

"Why did you protect me like that? You got hurt because of it," Holding an ice pack to George's already darkening eye, I couldn't help but question him.

"In the immortal words of Olaf, 'Some people are worth melting for.'" The two of us couldn't hold back our laughter any longer.

It was all just as painful as the day I had received the phone call and thinking back to when we were younger was like twisting a knife into my heart. I moved back to my earlier position, sitting in the chair by his bed, my head resting against George's chest. The rise and fall of George's chest anchored me to the world, like Achilles' heel when dipping in the River Styx. George's hospital gown was quickly soaked, making me realise I should probably move my head, but I didn't want to waste any opportunity for physical contact with him.

I raised my head when I felt his breath slowing. He couldn't be dying. Not yet at least. I clasped his hand in mine, pressing it to my chest.

"No no no no no no. Please don't leave me. I don't know what I'm supposed to do without you. How can I live without my best friend, my partner in crime, my other half? Please Georgie. Hold on. For me..."

I choked back a whimper at the sight of his blank expression. I wasn't ready for him to die yet. He was much too young. He had his whole life ahead of him. A whole life with me...

"I love you George," The tears dripping off my face must have been blurring my vision more than I realised because I was sure I had seen his lips curl up slightly.

But I definitely wasn't imagining it when his hand squeezed mine. 

Author's Note:

I originally wrote this as a story between George and a girl as an assignment but I knew I wouldn't have to change much and I really like it so... But I opened it to look at it and realised I had called the girl Ally without even realising. What are the chances? Turns out my brain is permanently shipping these two.

Anyway, thanks for reading :)