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Second chance - George Russel

In this one-shot you are 22, working as an actress. You were dating George, until you two broke up. But soon you both realise that you can't live without each other.
Warning: arguing, screaming, break up, cursing

Note: I think it's really rushed up. But I didn't have peace while writing this.
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Your POV:
Me and my boyfriend are currently at a party. We have been dancing around the parquet floor, I had my shiny golden dress on and my hair was styled in wavy curls. George had his black suit on, and I had to admit, he looked hot. I could see all girls looking at him, but I didn't mind that at all. I know he loves me and he wouldn't cheat on me. I smiled at him, when he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him. He said something but because of the loud music I could barely hear him. So I leaned closer and he said to my ear.
"Do you want a drink?" He pulled from me and I nodded, then we both went off from the parquet floor to our table. I noticed Luisa, Lando's girlfriend, sitting by the table together with Charlotte, Charles's girlfriend. They were talking and laughing. I didn't see other boys around, but before I could ask where they were, George asked first.
"Hey girls, where are others?" He then leaned above the table grabbing our glasses with alcoholic drink in it.
"Oh, they went out," said Charlotte and took a sip from her drink, "Charles mentioned something about formula so I guess it's important."
I looked at George, but he was already putting his drink down on the table.
"Will you mind if I go—" He immediately asked, but I just shook my head.
"Of course not, it might be important." I sat down on a chair next to Luisa and saw him leaving. I put my drink back on the table, but didn't start the conversation with girls. I don't really know what to talk about with them, but I didn't need to start since Luisa started.
"Y/n, how have you been? We haven't talked in a while." She smiled at me, showing her perfectly white teeth.
"I have been fine. We are just shooting a new movie so now I'm just on vacation." I bring myself to a smile. I always have to remind myself that I will never be in part of this group. Every woman that dates a F1 driver knows each other, they are like best friends, but me? I will never be that close to them. But after all, while I'm here it's great to get to know them better, "How about you? How have you been?" I smiled back at her, but also at Charlotte.
"Oh, I have been perfect. Me and Lando just were on vacation in Spain. We have seen so much. Spain is really beautiful country, I have to admit." She said excitedly.
"What about you, Charlotte?" I turned my gaze to her, her brown eyes were sparking in the shine of candle that was placed on the table.
"Me and Charles were on his private yacht, just going around Sardegna. I guess you have seen my posts and stories on Instagram." She winked at me. I nodded and looked at the table, I have been watching their Instagram accounts almost everyday. I can't say that I was jealous, but me and George didn't go anywhere. We were just walking around Monaco everyday. We could go, but after I was away in New York for two months, George didn't want to go anywhere just to be with me at home. I happily agreed and didn't complain about it.
We were sitting there for another ten minutes, chatting about our hobbies, famous people, family, about our boyfriends. When suddenly, I turned my head to the side, I saw George together with Charles and Lando walking towards our table. I don't know why, but I could see that something was off. George seems to be really pissed off, and it was confirmed to me when he came to our table.
"Y/n, can we talk for a moment?" I could hear on his voice that he was slightly getting angry. I didn't say anything just nodded and stood up, I left my purse there hanging on chair. Charles with Lando sat down next to their girls. George pull me by my arm so hard, that I almost wanted to shoved him away.
"What's wrong?" I asked silently, because we weren't so far from others.
"Are you really asking me, what's wrong? How could you!" He said out loudly, he didn't care if others would hear it or not.
"What is your problem?!" I also raised my voice on him, stepping further away from him. He then took out his phone and almost shoved it in my face. It took me few seconds before I got, what was the picture about. On the photo was me with my movie partner kissing. It was a scene from our new film, about our characters being in a club and making out. This scene was recorded in real club and someone must have took a photo of us and post in on Instagram because this wasn't supposed to be public until the film will be out.
  "That is from our new film. George, you know I would never cheat on you." I crossed my arms on my chest, looking him straight into his eyes.
  "Y/n, at least don't lie to me. There are no cameras or microphones around. This clearly isn't from a film!" At this point he was yelling at me. We have never got into a fight this big.
  "I'm not lying! Someone must have took this photo when we were filming there and they cropped the cameras out." I know that my explanation sounded pathetic, but it's true. Unfortunately I have no way how to prove it.
  "Yeah, definitely some crazy fan of yours." He rolled his eyes on me. It made my blood boil in me, and for a moment I actually completely forgot that people were around us.
  "How could you think about me this way?! You know what my fucking job is! You know that I have to do whatever they tell me and I cannot complain!" I could feel my eyes water, "I love you, so much! And you know it, so why are you like this!"
  "Why am I like this?!" He moved closer to me, I know he wouldn't hurt me, but I slightly started to be scared of him. "Do you think that it's easy for me? Seeing you every fucking movie, kissing and making out with another guy?! Even if this is actually, how you are saying, it makes no difference for me. How would you feel, if I now go and kiss other girls?! Huh? HOW?!" He yelled at me. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
  "But I'm doing it, because it's my job!" I yelled back. I felt everything burn inside of me, we have never had a fight over guys in a movie I kissed. I don't feel anything to them, it's just because it's my job.
  "I DON'T CARE Y/N! I cannot do it anymore, I just can't—" He moved his hands up in the air and I lightly flinched, but not enough for him to notice. I didn't say anything, just turned on my heels and walked back to the table. I could see that everyone was looking straight at us. I took my bag from the chair, when I heard George's voice calling out to me.
  "Why don't you say something?!" He yelled from the distance. I gave him one look, but tears were brought to my eyes again.
  "I have nothing to say." I mumbled, and I was sure that he didn't hear it, but others did. Their eyes were flying from me to George. They surly didn't understand what happened between us.
  "Y/N?!" He raised his voice at me once again. I took my bag and started walking away, when I felt a hand grabbed my arm.
  "Don't touch me!" I flipped around to face him, "You just said you can't do it anymore, okay then. I will go, I WILL FUCKING GO AND YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE!" A tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly turned around. Leaving him, standing there alone.