ONLY YOU// SEBASTIAN VETTEL

FOUR

FOUR

"What are you doing here?"

Sebastian Vettel asked in confusion as his ocean blue eyes fell upon the figure of his ex girlfriend, who was dressed in clothes that he would only describe as combat-ish.

"Working."

Farah Becker muttered quietly as she had been stopped in her tracks, her jaw clenched from the burning pain in her leg with it beginning to shake from the agonising feeling that she could feel.

She had already stopped a surge of people from harassing a Formula One driver who was Canadian, and she had suffered because of it due to some of those people having tried to push her out of the way.

Three of them had been arrested for their actions.

"But you're at a race?" Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows together as he knew that this was the first time to his knowledge that she had been to a race in Formula One.

"Yes, because I am working." Farah scoffed lightly, wobbling slightly on her feet from the pain.

The Vettel man surged forwards in order to grab her arm to stabilise her, allowing her a couple of seconds of relief from the pain since he had taken her weight from off her leg.

"Are you okay?" The German man questioned in concern, frowning when she pushed herself away from him, grimacing as she did so.

"I'm fine. I've gotta go, I need to work." Farah stepped away from her ex boyfriend, walking away from him and doing her best to hide the limp that she had.

Sebastian watched her sadly as she walked away from him, a feeling of defeat evident in his chest though his face changed in to a smile as soon as he noticed where it was that she was heading.

She was heading to Charles Leclerc.

"Hey Frenchie!"

Farah Becker shouted towards the person that she was protecting, seeing him talking to one of his friends, though they both stared at her, hesitating.

"Is she talking to me?"

Pierre Gasly furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as his eyes fell upon a woman who he had never seen before, hoping that she was not a crazy woman.

"Uh- no."

Charles Leclerc muttered, wiping his hand over his face whilst groaning. She was nice to him, sure, but he was still terrified of her. He doubted that would change.

"Quit gossiping to your boyfriend and get your French ass over here!" Farah shouted with a hint of aggression in her tone, though a smirk was plastered upon her lips.

Charles quickly said goodbye to his best friend and hurried towards her, his cheeks tinged pink since he had become embarrassed at the stares that he was getting because of her actions.

"You know that I'm Monégasque." Charles released a whine, a pained look upon his face which made the German woman in front of him, laugh.

"That I do, but you soon got over here to correct me, didn't you?" Farah chuckled, a glint of amusement hidden within her dark and empty eyes.

"Moule à merde."

Charles muttered quietly under his breath, a playful smile upon his face as he noticed her mouth opening, having obviously understood what he had said.

"I will gut you like a fish, asticot."

Farah laughed, lightly nudging the young man with her hand, his laughter hitting her ears.