EVERMORE , Max Verstappen

Thirteen

Max and Ahri had learned the harsh reality of the old adage "distance makes the heart grow fonder" the hard way. Just a week after officially becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, they found themselves separated by their demanding careers. Their romance had bloomed beautifully during that blissful week in Monaco, marked by countless cute dates, constant hand-holding, kisses exchanged every chance they got, and moments of intense physical intimacy that had even their friends joking.

It was safe to say that Max and Ahri were not only the cutest couple to be around but also, as Charles Leclerc put it in his own colourful language, they "fucked like bunnies." They couldn't get enough of each other, and their time apart was a cruel test of their newfound relationship.

Max was in Australia, focusing on his Formula 1 race, while Ahri was thousands of miles away in Canada, preparing for her next tennis tournament. Despite their best efforts to stay connected through texts, calls, and video chats, the distance weighed heavily on both of them. It seemed that no matter how many messages they exchanged or how long they spoke on the phone, nothing truly felt like being together.

The time zone difference made it challenging to find moments when they were both awake and available. Sometimes, Max would send a sweet good morning message, only for Ahri to receive it hours later when she was already in the midst of her day. Similarly, Ahri would send him a heartfelt goodnight text, but Max would be in the middle of a team meeting or practice session.

They eagerly counted down the days until they could be together again, in each other's arms, where they truly belonged.

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After finishing his busy schedule, Max Verstappen found himself on a private jet alongside Charles Leclerc, heading to Germany for Ahri's Porsche Cup finals. 

"Who's the guest you're getting?" he asked Charles.

 Charles, with a hint of nervousness, replied, "Oh, you'll meet them there." Max nodded, intrigued by the mystery of this unexpected guest as his mind wandered back to the post-race celebration in Australia.

"Dude, since Phil isn't going to be there, can I possibly invite someone to the Porsche Cup?" Charles had inquired.

Max raised an eyebrow. "Does Arthur want to come?" he asked, referring to Charles' brother.

Charles chuckled. "No, someone else—a friend."

Max grinned. "Oh, well, I can ask Sarang for one more family pass," he offered.

"Thanks, mate," Charles had said grinning. 

And that is how Max found himself sitting at the Porsche Cup finals in Germany alongside Charles and Princess Genevieve. He leaned towards Charles, a wry smile on his face, but he was careful not to reveal his true feelings.

"What the Fuck, Charles?" Max whispered his tone light despite his shock. "We're in public, mate," Charles replied, smiling.

Curiosity gnawed at Max. "How long has this been going on?" he asked, still avoiding eye contact with Charles.

Charles hesitated for a moment before answering, "Since Australia."

Max couldn't believe it. "You went looking for a bloody exorcist!" he said, side-eyeing Genevieve, who seemed unfazed.

Genevieve chuckled. "Well..." Charles began, but before he could explain further, Genevieve interrupted.

"Boys, I guess the match is about to start," she said softly, diverting their attention to the Porsche Cup finals that were about to begin. 

As Ahri stepped onto the court, she was in her element, ready to give her all to the match ahead. She knew Max was in the crowd, and that only fueled her determination. She wasn't going to waste a single moment. Instead, she would wholeheartedly attack her opponent and give her best to win.

The match began, and Ahri's determination was palpable. Every serve, every volley, every powerful shot was executed with precision and purpose. She moved gracefully across the court, displaying her skill and agility, and her fierce competitiveness shone through. Max watched in awe as he saw her giving her all, and he couldn't help but feel his admiration for her grow even stronger.

Throughout the match, the intensity was palpable. Ahri's determination to win was unwavering, and it was evident in every stroke of the game. Max found himself falling for Ahri all over again, not just for her beauty and charm but also for her tenacity and dedication to her sport. He couldn't be prouder of the woman he loved.

As the match reached its end, Ahri's focus and drive paid off, and she emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Max joined in, clapping and shouting her name. 

As Ahri stood in the spotlight on the tennis court, relishing her hard-fought victory, she made eye contact with Max in the stands. It was a moment that held the power to put an end to all the speculations and articles about their relationship that had been circulating in the media. Determined and confident, she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Without hesitation, Ahri walked off the court, and the crowd parted ways to allow her passage. As she reached Max, she didn't waste a second. She grabbed him and pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a passionate kiss. Max reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her, and the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. It was a public declaration of their affection, a powerful statement that silenced the gossip and speculation. They didn't care about the media or the opinions of others.

As Ahri and Max finally pulled away from their passionate kiss, their faces flushed with emotion, they found themselves in the company of friends. Charles couldn't help but grin, despite his playful remark. "Nauseating," he said with an amused glint in his eyes.

Ahri then turned her attention to Genevieve, her curiosity piqued. "What is the Princess of Andorra doing here?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

Max chuckled, his arm around Ahri's waist. "Well, let's just say the Australian Grand Prix was lucky for both of us," he explained, his eyes filled with affection.

Ahri's excitement bubbled up, and she couldn't contain herself. "Oh my God, Charlie boy!" she exclaimed, her joy evident. However, Charles quickly reminded her of their public setting. "We are in public, Ahri," he chided with a smile, and both Ahri and Max shared a playful laugh, wrapped up in their shared happiness. 

A/N 

WELL SINCE WE'RE OFFICIALLY HALFWAY THROUGH EVERMORE I HAVE AN IMPORTANT QUESTION, DO I FINISH THIS AND THEN START MY NEXT OR SHOULD I WRITE ONE SIMULTANEOUSLY? 

ALSO IF I AM GOING TO WRITE ANOTHER ONE SIMULTANEOUSLY WHICH ONE SHOULD IT BE, 

CHARLE'S ENCHANTMENT, WHICH HAS THE SAME TIMELINE (GENEVIEVE) 

OR 

OSCAR'S WISTERIA, WHICH HAS A LITTLE ANGST BUT NOT AMONG THE COUPLE.  (MAEVE)

ALSO HEADS UP, THE NEXT CHAPTER IS SPICY.