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[13] - [George Russell]

A/N: for alwaysvettel (I almost forgot to write it, but thankfully she send me a message about it. Better late than never, some George content!)

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13. "Do you want to be my holidate?".

George walked into the paddock after the race in Bahrain. He could win, and he was going to win, but the mistake of the pitstop was crucial. You could tell him he left an amazing impression on everyone within the team, that he caused the management to be stunned by his skills and how he raced, the passion he carried and the fire in his eyes when he drove the Mercedes around the track of Bahrain. George was more than disappointend and he kept swallowing the lump in his throat as he could constantly feel the urge, the burning of the tears behind his eyes, to give into all of his emotions. He sat on the side of the paddock and he slowly, but surely, let himself fall back in the grass to stare up at the dark sky, not really caring about who saw him and who didn't, not really caring if people thought he was dramatic or not. This car had been phenomenal and he could win, he knew he was going to win and this was the most disappointing moment of his life.

George looked slightly up when he saw someone moving next to him and he turned his head to see you laying in the grass next to him. You didn't say anything, you just looked over at him with the kind look in your eyes and he looked back at you. Your white team shirt would probably be stained after this, nevertheless you kept laying next to him. Being his PR for this race, you should probably tell him to get up so you could go to the media pen and do the round of interviews, but you knew they could wait. And they would definitely wait to hear George's story anyway. "Aren't you going to tell me what to say during the interviews?". He asked, as if he could read your mind. "Not really". You replied, looking up at the dark sky, filled with stars while the paddock circus still moved around out, close to you, but at the same time far away while you laid there with George. "Unless you're ready for it". You added, looking back at him as he turned his head again. George shook his head lightly. "I'll never be". He sighed. "I don't want to expain this at all". He said, now sitting up.

You moved up with him, dusting off the back of his racing overall and handing him a bottle of water and a towel, the sweat was dripping off his forehead due to the Bahrain heat. "Speak with your heart". You said. "And I'm sure it will be fine". You continued. George nodded, the first one to stand up. His hand reached out for you and he pulled you up as well. You and George went into the media pen and he was interviewed and you could sense his frustration was replaced with just tiredness. The briefing that night was long and George hoped he would be able to race one more time in the Mercedes, to make things right. You were packing your stuff at the end of the night, glad to go back to the hotel and sleep for a long while. George approached you while you were outside, his hand softly tugging on your arm to make you stop from getting into the taxi. "Hey, ehm...". He started, quick to lift his hand off you. "I just wanted to thank you, for today, for this weekend". George said. "There's no need to". You smiled. "I was just doing my job". You added. "You were doing a great job". He smiled as well, pushing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"I had a question". He said. "The time of it might be weird". He chuckled. "My family is constantly whining about me being alone, single, not having any other mental support on the race weekends. I thought you'd be great to have as a holidate, you know? Just to shut them up and we can keep our lives going". You let out a soft laugh. "George, what are you asking?". You replied. "Do you want to be my holidate?". He asked, letting out a laugh of embarrasment as well. You held the door of the cab in your hand, deciding to just go for it. "Sure, why not". You said. "You've saved my life too many times this weekend, love". George shook his hand. "Thank you". He said and you got into the cab, he closed the door. Your holidate with George came sooner than you thought. During Christmas, he asked you to come over to meet his family for dinner at his place. His sister was suspicious of the two of you, but you had to admit, you pretended to be a couple very well. His mother was delighted, his father seemed to be fond of you and his sister was nice as well.

A week later, you asked George to come over for New Years Eve, to meet your family before you would join him for a party with friends. It was great, your friends weren't whining about getting you a boyfriend anymore and so weren't his. Life was peaceful and all, but time moved too quickly and you could barely recover from the previous double-date with one of his friends before Valentinesday arrived. You were getting home from work at the office and you were surpried to see a Mercedes on your porch. It was raining, because when was it not in the UK. You walked around the house to see George at your door, drenched by the water, the roses in his hand hanging down and you couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight. "George, what are you doing here?". You asked, approaching him with your umbrella, holding it over his head. "I just wanted to bring you these". He said. "But you weren't home and it was raining". He said then, a goofy smile on your face. "And you didn't just drive off?". You asked in disbelieve. "I wanted to wait for you because...". His breath hitched slightly in his throat.

"Because I wanted to tell you that I'm in love with you". George said, looking down at you, the water droplets falling off his lashes. "You are crazy". You shook your head, getting rid of the umbrella to be able to pull him down to kiss you. The roses were crushed between the two of you, the cold air blew through your coats and his lips were freezing when they touched yours, but nothing could be better at that moment than kissing George in the rain. "I stopped pretending a lot of weeks ago already". He admitted, his speech slightly muffled as he couldn't stop kissing you. "I hope you did too". He said and he was relieved to feel you nod against him. Your hair was sticking to your face and your fingers had turned red from the cold. "Y/N?". He asked, gazing into your eyes when he let go of you. "Do think we can go inside?". George asked and both of you laughed, making you get your keys to open the door. You made some tea and you warmed up in front of the heater, sitting against it next to each other, sharing a blanket. You smiled when you looked up at him, his crystal eyes boring into yours.

"I think I knew this was going to happen the moment I asked you to be my holidate". George admitted. "Actually, same". You replied. "Good thing is, we're past the awkward stage". You added and laughed. "You're right. Although I loved being awkward with you". He said and you pushed his shoulder. "It should be illegal to be that cheesy on Valentinesday". It made him laugh now. "Your my Valentine the whole year, if that cheers you up". He smiled and you hummed contently, letting him kiss you again.