Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Trip Switch - {Max Verstappen}

A/N: This is for pasfeatvic! Hope you like it :)

           

Max hoisted himself in his Red Bull overall, getting ready for the first free practice on Spa. He was busy tying his shoes as his phone rang. He smiled when he saw your name on the screen. "Hey babe". Max said, leaning back against the chair he sat on. "Max, hey...". Max could heard at your tone that there was something wrong.

"Is everything alright?". He immediately asked. "I don't know, Max. I'm very busy with school at the moment, I'm afraid I can't come to see you race, babe". You said and bit your lip, knowing how disappointed he'd be as this was his home race.

Max was quiet for a bit and frowned. "I thought you said you would have enough time. I... I don't understand".

"I thought I had enough time, but my maths teacher threw in a project that's due for Monday, I can't leave for a whole weekend. I'm sorry, love". You replied, a bit hurt as he sounded really sad. "It's okay, school is important". Max said, looking down at the zipper of his overall.

"I'll see you next week, I'll watch on tv of course. I love you". You said, sighing at his sad voice. "Yeah, okay. I love you too". He said goodbye and hung up. It was time for the practice so he got up and walked into the pit box. Daniel saw him coming in and frowned at the sad face of the Dutch driver.

Normally he was smiling, but not today. "Hey, man. What's up with you". Max looked up as the Australian talked to him. "My girlfriend, she can't come it's something with school". A pout on his face. Daniel chuckled. "I can understand you're sad, Max. But her school is important and I'm sure she'll come with you to Monza next week".

Max nodded, taking a sip of his Red Bull can and decided to not think too much about it. The practices went great on his home circuit and you had texted him to say you watched it on television. Finally it was race day and he found it weird he didn't get a good luck text or a call from you.

Max was about to call you when he really needed to get into the car. He turned his phone off and shook it off him, getting into the car and he was taken to the grid, where he was starting on P2.

Your taxi was getting through the traffic that all wanted to go the circuit Spa. You'll be late for sure, but better late than ever. You had worked all night to finish your project as you didn't want to hear him so sad ever again. Daniel knew of your plan and had kept is secret, even though he was on the edge of telling him as Max didn't leave his room the whole Saturday.

The taxi driver mumbled a few Dutch curses and honked angrily at the drivers in front of him. It took an hour to get to the circuit, but you could see the last 20 laps. Daniel had send a picture of his pass so you could use that at the gates of the circuits.

You saw Max's mother and sister in the pit box and you walked up to them. "Hey, Y/N!". They greeted you, surprised as you were there. "I'll explain later, I'm here now". You chuckled and they laughed.

"Good that you're here, he hasn't stopped whining about how sad he was that you couldn't come". Victoria giggled. "Really? I feel so bad now". You said, groaning, but focusing on the screens that followed the Red Bull around the track.

Victoria enlightened you about the things that happened earlier in the race, that Max had beef with the Ferrari drivers, but he's doing well now.

Max wasn't happy with P11. He definitely blamed the Ferrari's for that. His start was so good, P2 and it was all destroyed in the first turn. He didn't even want to see the journalists in the paddock but he had to. You bit you lip as you knew he was disappointed in himself.

James his PR pretended not to hear the things he ranted about Sebastian and Kimi and just recorded it while looking away. Max was just full of adrenaline and anger and he couldn't hold in his angry speech.

He was finally released to go to his room in the motorhome. Max stormed through the door and kicked his shoes off. You patiently waited for him to see you as you sat on the table. Max jumped as he saw you sitting.

His face lighted up. "Y/N!". Max came up to you and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around him and your face was pressed against his white shirt, hearing his heart beating underneath it. "You're here, how? I thought you didn't have any time".

Max didn't even need to know the answer as he saw the dark circles under your eyes. "You're not the only one who pulls an all-nighter sometimes". You giggled. "My race, it was a disaster". He sighed and leaned his head on yours.

"I only saw the last 20 laps". You said, slowly moving your hands up and down his muscled back. "Good, cause the first ten were just ridiculous, really the Ferrari's just close me in and Seb...". Max started to get mad again but you shushed him.

"Babe, it happened. Eleventh is not the worst place in the world to finish with". You said, moving your hands up to his sweaty hair. "I know". Max mumbled, wiping his thumbs over your cheek. "But you're here and I appreciate that very much". He smiled and dipped his head down to kiss you.

You tugged on the loose sleeves of his overall around his waist to pull him between your legs as you still sat on the table. Max chuckled and kissed you again, placing his hands on your lower back. "Ah, the couple is reunited". You both jumped as you heard a voice behind you.

Daniel leaned against the wall, the trophy next to him. Max rolled his eyes. "Did you know of this?". He asked his team mate. "I did".

"You asshole!". Max yelled, which caused Dan and you to laugh. "It's cute how much you missed her though, really Y/N, he didn't leave his room after your call". Daniel laughed.

"Shut up". Max muttered and you squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "You're cute". You giggled. "I'm not cute, I'm a F1 driver!". He stubbornly pulled his hand away.

"Sure, whatever tickles your pickle, Max". Daniel said and left.

Now Max laughed too and looked over at you, he smiled and kissed your lips again, glad that you saved his day.