Formula 1 one shots

Hair - George Russell

For the first time in a while, you spent the whole week with your boyfriend, George Russell. You parents were out of town for the week, which wasn't unusual, but because you broke your wrist a view days ago, you couldn't be left alone, so you decided to spent the week with your boyfriend. It was the first time in a while since he had a full week off from driving.

Last night you arrived, and everything went perfect. You had a movie night, and when you got tired, you finally managed to put on your own pyjama with one hand. But the morning has now arrived and put on clothes is a different story. Your shirt went on pretty easy, but you're currently struggling for about five minutes, but you didn't want to ask George. You could do this on your own. You groaned with frustration and let yourself fall down on the bed. 'I hate broken bones!' you yelled.

George came out of the bathroom and laughed at the sight of you. Your pants were halfway down your legs.

'This isn't funny,' you said as you sat up.

'I know, I'm sorry. Do you want help?'

'I don't want it, but I need it,' you sighed. George helped you with your pants, but then came the next problem: your hair. You had pretty long hair, so it needed to be brushed and put in a ponytail. You broke your main hand, so everything you did was just a disaster.

'Can you maybe brush my hair and put it in a bun or a ponytail?' You asked George.

'Sure. Grab everything you need, and we'll do it in the living room.'

You grabbed your brush and an elastic out of the bathroom and walked to the living room. George was already sitting on the couch, waiting for you.

You sat down on the ground in between his legs. You handed him the brush and the elastic. It felt like you were a little kid again when your mom did your hair, and you sat in front of the tv. The past few days that had been a new moment between you and your mom. You just sat there while she brushed your hair for a few minutes and you talked. You liked it when someone brushed your hair, it brought something calming.

'Just take your time,' you said to George, who started to brush your hair.

'Is it okay?'

'You're doing it better than my mom. She's way too gentle.'

George laughed.

The brush went down your hair again and again, and you felt more peaceful every time.

'I'm going to hire you as my new hair brusher,' you said quietly.

'I can do it for as long as you want.'

'Just make sure your hands don't fall off from brushing my hair.'

You and George both laughed.

You two talked, while George brushed your hair.

After some time, he was done. 'Okay, my wrist is starting to hurt. How do I put all of this in a ponytail?'

'Just grab everything up high and then tie the elastic around it,' you said and pointed the spot on your hair where your ponytail should be. George did as you say and grabbed all the hair and put it high up.

'You can wrap the elastic around it as many times as you want.'

'Okay.' George wrapped the elastic around your hair, and it almost felt like you did it yourself.

'Next time you can braid my hair,' you joked as you got up from the floor and sat down next to George.

'If that's what you want, I'll learn it,' he said and kissed your cheek.