Formula 1 One Shots

(AL) - I'd like to see you try.

Y/n sounds absolutely stupid in my head, and I also believe that a lot of you don't read it as 'your name' but literally as 'yn' because I do too lol. So I've been thinking and I want to change it into a real name. And for request I could write it with your real name now too if you'd like, just message me with a request and your name then!

However, I was thinking about a couple of names for the main, if you guys would like to pick the one you like most would be hella helpful.

(By leaving a comment) Choose one: 

Ella

Farah

Cameron

Narah

Keres

Nadia

Myra

Amoret

Farren

Or just: Y/n

For this chapter Imma use Amoret, just to see how it goes. Let me know what you think okay?

Happy reading!

"Hey, how are you?" I hear over the loud club music after being tapped on my shoulder. I turn around to see a little taller and an unbelievably cute guy looking at me, waiting for my answer.

"Heyy, I'm great thanks. And you?"

"I'm splendid now, definitely." He shouts to me with a smile on his face. His brown hair bounces to the beat of the music and his brown-green eyes glister in the flashes of the lights. "What's your name?"

"Amoret."

"Isn't that French?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Sounds amazing! I'm Lando by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Lando."

"Nice to meet you too, Amoret." He says, dragging me to the hallway of the club for some more silence. "I've seen you all night and I promised I'd take you to my race next weekend. Would you bless me with your phone number?"

"Bless you with my number? Of course. Here it's-"

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"I see you made it?" Lando says while I run into his arms. He lifts me up just a little and spins me around. 

"Wouldn't miss a Formula one race for the world," I say when he puts me down.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a fan?"

"Supporter, I'm a supporter." I correct him, he just laughs.

"Sure thing. Just keep your hands of Max, I don't want my best friends sharing the sheets."

"Best friends? You see me as your best friend?" I say as if I'm completely shocked. It's not like he called his mum after two days of knowing each other to tell her he's with his 'new best friend' playing his favorite game.

"Yes, uhh, no. I mean no. I don't know why I said that. Go walk through the pitlane or something. Why you checking up on me so much."

"I mean, I'm sorry. I just wondered because we know each other for less than a week-"

"That's why it'd be ridiculous." He says, scoffing me away. Acting like it's nothing like always. An engineer waves to Lando to come, I guess he has a meeting about the race.

"I wanted to say, but I do see you as my best friend. But now I'll leave you to your super serious racing work." I say and walk out of his garage. It sounds like he wanted to say something else but I was too far already. I'm determined to walk to the Red Bull garage before I see a guy with a Ferrari Junior academy polo walk by. He's absolutely stunning, totally stopping my way of living. I just have to talk to him. "Hey, Ferrari Junior! Have a good race."

"Haha, I will. Thanks." He stops, turns around with a big smile on his face. I'm wondering in what grade he races in.

"What's your name? I feel like I should remember it since you'll become important in this race world."

"Arthur. What's yours?"

"Amoret."

"'Little love', I love it." He winks to me with a little grin on his face, sending warm feelings down my spine.

"It's because I love a little," I smirk to him, he seems to understand by the ways how he lets a soft laugh go.

"I like your way of thinking. See you around, Lando's girl." We start walking away after I nodded goodbye, but I suddenly stop and turn around realizing something.

"You know Lando?" I shout since he's far away. He turns around and says back.

"My brother does."

"Explains," I say. He walks away but leaving me stunned. I whisper to myself: "I guess?"

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"Arthur has won the second Formula four-race! Grandious driver like his brother, I tell you, James, he'll become-" I rush towards the podium place and wait for Arthur, hoping he'll recognize me. There aren't a lot of people here waiting to watch him, so I make a fair shot.

"And the first place Arthur Leclerc." It's a Leclerc brother, I should've known... Arthur jogs up on the podium, waving to everybody. We make eye contact for a split second, but that could've happened to anybody here.

the whole podium goes by smoothly until I find out there's no champagne spray tune. Where's the fun in that? They walk off the podium, leaving me a bit upset and I see Arthur looking back at me, walking towards me.

"Since this is your first weekend at a Grand-Prix, you should get the full treatment, baby." Just now I see his champagne bottle in his hands and he sprays it all over me, his crewmates beside me jump back.

"You're so getting that back!"

"I'd like to see you try, Amoret." He stops, giving me a cheeky smile. I step towards him, he lets me take his bottle and I pour it over his head.

"Tried hard enough if you ask me, Arthur."

"You're all sticky now! Look at you." Lando walks up to me, his face in disgust.

"That's also a way to ruin the mood."

"I got I shower..." Arthur says softly in my ear.