ONLY YOU// SEBASTIAN VETTEL

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"HI!"

A young girl smiled brightly at a blonde boy who was sitting on the table beside hers in her math class.

The blonde boy turned his head to see a brown haired girl waving at him with a large smile on her face, and found himself smiling back before he lifted one of his hands to wave back to her.

"Hi, my name is Sebastian! What's yours?" He questioned the young girl as the boy moved his chair closer to her table.

"My name is Farah! Would you like to sit next to me on my table?" Farah stood up from her seat to move her chair slightly so that there was enough room for his chair to sit beside her.

Sebastian nodded his head up and down as he used his hands to grab his chair and move it next to hers, before he quickly grabbed his school bag so that he wasn't leaving his things behind.

He noticed how she held her hand out to him, of which held a black pen within it and brought his hand up to accept it from her grasp.

"I always bring extra pens and pencils because my uncle always tells me that I have to always be prepared." Farah smiled at the blonde boy, seeing him smile back at her with a smile that was just as big as hers.

It was the very first day of school, and the two children did not know anybody so they were both very happy to have made a friend as quickly as they had.

The two ten year olds spent the whole of their first day of school together, talking and getting to know each other before they both decided to walk each other home after the school day had finished.

And they could both confidently say that it was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.

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"Arschloch."

Farah Becker cursed as the coffee cup that was in her hand fell from her grasp as a sharp stabbing pain erupted in one of her legs.

The coffee cup shattered as soon as it made contact with the hard tiles of her kitchen floor causing her to stumbled away from the sharp and jagged pieces that were sprawled across the ground.

Her left hand clutched at her leg as she felt as if she was being stabbed in her leg over and over again, making her clench her jaw due to the pain that she was feeling.

The Becker woman was forced to limp over to a small cabinet at the other end of her kitchen to open the door and retrieve a small box which held her medication from it.

She popped a small pill in to her mouth before swallowing it down with a gulp of water from her cold water bottle that was in the fridge.

The pain in her leg slowly began to dull causing her to slowly start to sweep up the broken parts of the coffee cup from the floor before she emptied the broken pieces in to her bin.

Her phone that was in her back trouser pocket vibrated as she received a text message causing her to pull the device out of her pocket to check the notification.

Farah forced her eyes to roll backwards as she read the text message, knowing that her neighbor had once again complained that she had not taken in their package because they had been out when it was delivered.

The frantic knocking on her front door sounded as she was well aware that her neighbor was at the door to shout at her.

The Becker woman forcibly pulled open her front door to come face to face with her neighbor, who was a bald, six foot seven man who was covered in tattoos.

"Was stimmt nicht mit dir?  Warum hast du es nicht genommen?" Her neighbor yelled at her, with his voice echoing around the hallway.

"Halt deinen mund!" Farah yelled back at her neighbor as she took a step forward to stare him down.

Her neighbor eyed the woman carefully before his eyebrows turned in to a scowl. "Bitch."

The Becker woman released a sarcastic laugh as she remained unmoved and unbothered by the man's aggression or his size.

"It's not my fault that you don't have the mental capacity to remember when your parcel is to be delivered. Fahr zur Hölle!"

Farah stepped back to slam her door shut in his face as he had attempted to step forwards, and she could hear him yelling in anger at her before he walked away as he sulked.

"Who does he think he's calling a bitch? That bastard still cries for his mother when he has a nightmare."

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"So you're my bodyguard for the week?"

"Something like that, yeah."

Farah Becker released a small chuckle as she was walking alongside a tall British man with light hair who she had been assigned to look after by her boss.

"Do you know who I am? Or what I do?" The man questioned the woman.

He was very confused as to why he had been assigned a five foot eight woman to look after and protect him, but he figured that there must have been a reason why she had been chosen.

"You used to drive fast cars until a couple of years ago, now you just talk a load of shit." Farah held back a smirk as the words left her lips, seeing the British man stare at her with raised eyebrows before a laugh left his throat.

"Harsh." He chuckled.

"But not wrong." Farah pointed out with a raised eyebrow of her own.

"So, why doesn't my amazing bodyguard tell me more about herself?"

"Ninety percent of my life is under the title of classified. There's not much that I can tell you." Farah teased the man, nudging him slightly with her shoulder.

"Not even a little bit? Your family? Children? A husband or wife?"

"I don't have any of that, so there you go, there's all the information that you're getting." Farah smiled before her phone vibrated in her pocket, causing her to pull it out so that she could see what the notification was.

As the woman was staring down at her phone, she could hear footsteps fast approaching the two of them from behind her, causing her to throw her phone to the ground.

Jenson Button watched in awe as the woman who had been protecting him launched her body in to the side of a man who was charging towards him, armed with a large knife.

He also watched as she tackled the attacker to the ground and pinned him down as her arm was harshly pressed against the man's chest, stopping him from moving.

Farah glared down at the man who was attempting to wrestle his way out from underneath her as multiple people ran to help her, in case that she was not able to hold him.

But she was, because it was who she was now.

She was the ex soldier who had nobody in her life and absolutely nothing to live for.

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A/N

Well what do you guys think of this?

Her past will be explored more obviously, but I think you can kind of tell where I'm going with that

Anyway, enjoy!

I'm proud of you all, my loves

Love you all

-RUBY