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Summary: After a bad weekend, Paul wants to be held by you.
W.C. 893
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Paul never considered himself a clingy person, but even he could admit that his thoughts were borderlining it. He just could not focus all day, and all he wanted was to be as close to you as humanly possible. You had gone home for the weekend for your sibling's graduation, and you had gotten back to your shared apartment right after he left for the race weekend.
He would say that he just missed you. Not seeing your significant other for just over a week when you're used to walking up with them every day will make you yearn for them.
He had a long day on the track, and he just wanted to be held by you. With staring on the front row, having to retire from the sprint the day before due to a technical problem, and getting caught up in a midfield drash during the feature race, he was just done. Thankfully, he had booked his flight home for only a few hours after the race. This would give him time to attend the debrief, do some media, and dip out of there. Granted, the debrief was quick because his races were short, and the media was not nearly as extensive as it would have been if he'd finished either race.
Paul was silent as he left the track. He was silent the entire way back to the hotel, silent as he packed his bags, silent as he rode to the airport, and silent almost the entire flight home. He did not feel like engaging in small talk with people, so he did not speak until spoken to. Plus, he knew that when he landed, he would be one step closer to you. He just had to get through the painstakingly long time it took to get to you.
Your apartment was not too far from the airport, but he never wanted you to pick him up when he landed at such a late hour. He had worked it out that Ralf would pick him up, but you messaged Ralf separately because you also could not wait for Paul to get in.
You thought it would be funny to make him a "welcome home" sign to hold up in the airport, so you had been working on it during the day. It had all of his favorite colors and streamers on the bottom. You were sure it would catch his attention.
So there you were, standing in arrivals. You could have looked better, but it was nearly midnight. To be honest, you were planning on just going to sleep as soon as you both got home. You had on one of Paul's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, but it was comfortable. You checked the status of Paul's plane and moved to get the sign ready when you saw that the plane landed a few minutes ago. You would be seeing him shortly.
Paul was ready to hurt someone. He was tired from the race, his eyes burned, and his head hurt. All he wanted to do was go home, crawl into bed with you, and not do anything for the foreseeable future. He grabbed his bags and made his way off of the plane. He knew his home airport like the back of his hand, so he was able to walk to arrivals with his eyes almost entirely closed. When he finally made it to arrivals, he briefly scanned the small crowd, looking for his brother, but when his eyes landed on bright colors and streamers, he chuckled to himself.
"Awe, someone's family must have really missed them," He thought before looking at the person holding it.
You saw his gaze on you as he closed his eyes, took a breath, and walked faster toward you. You put the sign on the ground as he set his bags down, and wrapped his arms around your shoulder, hiding his face between your neck and shoulder.
"Hi baby," You whispered as you hugged him back and ran your fingers through his hair. "I missed you. Did you like the sign?"
"It's cute," He said curtly, holding you tighter against himself. You let the silence fall between you as other families reunited and left, but you two stayed still. It was clear to you that he needed this.
"Are you ready to head home?" You asked after everyone else had cleared out. You tried to pull away from Paul, even if you were still within arm's length, but as soon as you moved, he whined. "Baby, how am I supposed to get us home if you won't let me go?"
"Can you just hold me? We can call an Uber or something, but can you please just hold me?" He asked in a quiet, almost timid, tone. It was not one you were used to hearing from him, so you were immediately concerned.
"If this is about the race, don't even worry about it," You tried to comfort, "There will be more races. You are not defined by your race results."
"No it's not that," Paul responded as he tried to bury his face as deep into your shoulder as possible. "I just really wanted to see you, and I couldn't. The race result just made it all worse, but I have you now, and I don't plan on letting you go."
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