It was half-past nine when you were awakened by a loud knocking on the door of your hotel apartment. You didn't know, who could it be, since everyone you knew, was yesterday celebrating Max's victory. So, you doubted it could be someone you would know.
While you were putting on the hotel's dressing gown, you heard loud knocking once again. "Give me a minute, please," you shouted while tying a bow to make sure you wouldn't show more than you wanted.
You made your way to the door and opened them. You expected someone from hotel service, but you were more than surprised when you saw Max. You wanted to say something, but he just quickly pushed you back inside your room without allowing you to speak.
"Do you think you're funny, Y/N?" He exclaimed. "Saying me that you love me and then walking away? Do you consider it funny?" he asked you seriously. He could hear a bit of anger in his voice.
"I-" you wanted to defend yourself, but Max didn't let you.
"No, keep your pretty little mouth shut," he told you and scanned you with his eyes. You felt how your cheeks got warmer just from his glance. "If you said that earlier we would save ourselves so many troubles," he whispered to himself. "It could've safe me from all that faking."
"What do you mean by it?"
"What do I mean, Y/N? Are you really asking me that?" he couldn't believe it. How could you be so blind to his feelings?
"Yes?" you said confusedly. What was he talking about?
"I thought you figured it out a long time ago, and you just didn't feel what I feel." A long sigh left his mouth. He seemed to be calmer now. "Why do you think none of my previous relationships ever lasted? Why do you think I looked so unhappy every time?" he asked you gently with hope in his eyes. He was desperate to hear those words you said to him yesterday. I needed to make sure it wasn't just his drunk imagination. "If you're still clueless, yes, it was because of you. I have loved you since our teen years," he confessed his feelings. You blinked a couple of times. You couldn't believe it either.
"I thought you didn't feel what I feel," you repeated his sentence. There were no signs from his side. Nothing that would help you to figure out that he was interested.
"God, we wasted so many days," he groaned. How many years he could've been with you slipped between his fingers? He didn't even want to count that because he knew he'd be sick out of it. So many years that he could've been happy with you.
"You know, running around with girlfriends didn't really give me a sign that you might love me," you said annoyedly. He was running around the paddock with Dilara and then Kelly. How could you possibly tell?
"I know, Y/N. I just thought you didn't like me like that, and I just knew I need to move on because I'll never have a chance with you." This confession broke your heart a little bit. You were such fools for not talking about your feelings. So much sadness and sorrow would be spared, only if you talked to each other just once.
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