Formula 1 one shots

Anxiety - Mick Schumacher

You were sitting at your desk, looking at all the homework, while the tears rolled down your cheek. Your heart was already beating so fast. You had so much work to do, but you couldn't do it anymore. It was just all getting too much. Your boyfriend, Mick Schumacher, was also gone for the weekend. He wouldn't be home until tomorrow, and that sucked. All you wanted to do was crawl in his arms and bawl your eyes out. It also didn't help that he left after the two of you had an argument. You can't even remember what it was about, but you haven't spoken a lot. You wished him good luck for the race, and he said thanks, he let you know when he was landed, but that was the entire conversation between the two of you.

'I can't do this anymore,' you cried out and let your head fall in your arms. You felt your breath pick up. Your leg couldn't stop bouncing up and down. You knew what this was. Usually, Mick was there to help you through it, but you didn't want to bother him. You started to cry even more. Why was everything so complicated?

You slowly grabbed the phone from your desk. With shaking hands, you tried to find your brothers number.

You clicked on his name, and the phone rang.

'Pick up, Marcus,' you cried.

After a few seconds, your twin brother, Marcus Armstrong, picked up the phone. 'What is going on?' he asked as soon as he saw the tears streaming down your face.

'I can't do this anymore. It's all too much, Marcus. And my leg, it can't stop moving, and my heart is racing so fast. I don't know what to do,' you cried.

'Do you want me to find Mick? I think he's still here somewhere. He had a crash and was done early. Nothing to worry about though,' Marcus quickly added when he saw the worry on your face.

'No, I don't want to talk to him. We... he left after we had an argument.'

'Y/N... you have to talk to him eventually.'

You heard the door of your apartment close. 'Someone is here,' you mumbled. Nobody, beside Mick, had a key. And there was no way it could be Mick. He was supposed to be at the track.

'Calm down, Y/N.'

'Calm down? What if there is a robber in my house! There is nothing to be calm about,' you whispered as you turned to the door. You heard footsteps coming closer. The handle of the door went down, and the door slowly opened. Your eyes met Micks as he stood in the doorway. You let out a breath in relieve, but it still didn't help. 'It's Mick,' you mumbled.

'I'll talk to you later.' Before you could say anything, Marcus had hung up the phone.

'Are you okay?' Mick asked.

You nodded as you put your phone down on the desk. 'I'm fine.'

'No, you're not. I can see that you have been crying. What is going on?'

You looked at Mick, and tears filled your eyes again. 'I can't do it anymore. It's all too much,' you cried. 'And this fucking anxiety doesn't want to go away.'

Mick walked over to you and hugged you. 'I've got you,' is all he said.

You let it all out. You cried until you had no more tears left.

'Do you want to go to the bedroom?' Mick asked.

You nodded. The two of you walked to the bedroom, where you laid down on the bed. You pulled the blankets high up to your chest, and you crawled up against Mick.

Mick pressed a kiss on your forehead. 'I'm sorry about what I said before I left. I don't even remember what we argued about, but it was stupid. I'm sorry.'

'Me too,' you mumbled. 'No more, okay?'

'No more.'

'I'm glad you came home early,' you sighed.

'Me too.'

'Marcus told me you crashed. What happened?'

Mick sighed. 'There was some gravel on the track. I misjudged the corner, spun, and hit the wall. Nothing major, but they couldn't repair the car for the race.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Me too.'

You looked up at Mick. 'I love you.'

A smile spread across his face. 'I love you too,' he said and kissed you.

Mick put on the tv and put on the series you were watching. You both didn't plan to leave this bed any time soon.