Summary: You've been with George since his Formula 2 days, and now, after an awful season with Williams, he is finally given the opportunity to drive for Mercedes and you were beyond proud of him.
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Being with Williams had been a great period for George.
He had the opportunity to learn everything about Formula 1, adapt to the new more challenging lifestyle, see so many more new places all around the globe, it was the dream.
At the beginning, at least.
It had been a known fact for years that Williams had been struggling, both on-track and off-track. Even though George had placed his faith in the team, giving them multiple chances when they would constantly disappoint him, he was nearing the end of the line.
His contract was about to expire at the end of the season, and he was seriously considering not re-signing with Williams.
You and him would have multiple talks about this, brainstorming and trying to see what the best course of action would be for George's future.
"I just know things won't get better in the future and I am tired of always being at the back of the grid" he told you one night as he was helping you prepare dinner for the two of you.
"Georgie, you have to do what's best for you, my love. You don't have to stay with the team if you don't see your future there" you explained, approaching him and rubbing his back.
He sighed, leaning into your touch.
"You've followed the season, Williams isn't gonna get better anytime soon, I'm wasting my talent if I stick with them any longer"
You pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.
George had so much potential, so much talent that was being wasted in bad strategies and with an awful car. The highlight of the whole season had been the race where Mercedes requested that George drive for them because Lewis was sick and couldn't make it.
You vividly remembered how excited George had been when he told you he had been chosen, how alive he felt when he got out of the car after the race and with how much excitement he told you all the details about it in your hotel room that very same night.
You had never before seen him so happy, his eyes sparkling so brightly they could outshine any star in the sky.
His dream had always been to drive for Mercedes, to be a proud driver of such a legendary team. He figured he would start small, build up his reputation and then make the transition.
That, however, proved to be a very tough thing to do while driving the Williams car.
"What do you think I should do?" he asked you, his eyes boring into yours.
You always had a way with words, but your eyes would have conversations of their own when you'd look at each other.
"I think you should follow your dream and listen to your gut. You're such a talented driver, my love, but you're wasting it away by sticking with a team you can't win with" you said, a small encouraging smile on your face as you caressed his cheek with the pad of your thumb.
He sighed but nodded, smiling before leaning down to peck your lips.
His mind had been made up from that moment. He knew what he needed to do.
He needed to leave Williams.
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Planning to leave a Formula 1 team while having no guarantee about your future with any other was incredibly and stupidly risky.
But George had done it anyway.
After the second-to-last race of the season had ended and the team was debriefing, he had made it clear to everyone that he would not be returning as a driver for the next season.
Everyone, of course, was not very surprised by that. They could feel it coming, they knew they weren't strong enough to keep George as their driver for much longer.
"How did it go?" you had asked him when he came back to the hotel, anxious to hear about the meeting.
The relief on his face was enough of an answer for you.
"I'm free of the contract after Abu Dhabi" he announced, slumping into your arms and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
You laughed, happy that George had finally made the decision that had been plaguing his mind for months on end.
"What are you going to do after?" you asked once you slowly backed away from the hug.
He sighed, shrugging his shoulders.
"I don't know, but I have faith that everything will work itself out"
You nodded, kissing his cheek before bringing him into another hug.
"We're going to be okay" you whispered, one of your hands caressing his soft hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on his back.
Whatever the future might bring on, you would face it together.
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Having some time off had proved to be exactly what George had needed.
For once, in many many years, he didn't have to worry about when the next race would be, he didn't have to worry about cheating his diet, about working out as constantly as he had had to during the previous years. He could finally just relax and take a breath of fresh air.
The two of you had been on holiday, traveling all around the world to the most beautiful places, taking in the quality time you got to spend together, uninterrupted by anything.
Sadly, your fun had been cut short while you were skiing in the beautiful Alpes, deep into the south of France.
You had been lounging in the cabin George had rented for your stay, drinking some hot chocolate while cuddled up next to your boyfriend in front of the burning fireplace. Your phones long forgotten somewhere in the bedroom, the only sound disturbing the peace being the crackling coming from the fire.
Just as you were about to doze off, George's phone suddenly started ringing from the bedroom, making him apologize before quickly getting up to grab it.
"Hello?" his voice drowned out as he closed the door behind him, not wanting to disturb you.
You didn't know how long he had been talking on the phone, losing track of time while looking out the window at the beautiful scenery around you. You only noticed he had returned when he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin against your shoulder.
"Who was it?" you mumbled, leaning back against his chest.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you" he chuckled, making your curiosity peak even more.
You raised your eyebrows, turning around in his arms.
"Now you've made me curious. Who was it?"
"Toto Wolff"
Your eyes widened when you heard the name, your heart starting to beat more quickly inside of your chest. You knew what that meant, there was only one option.
"Does that mean what I think it means?" your voice was merely a whisper, afraid you would jinx it and then it wouldn't be real anymore.
He smiled and nodded, making you squeal and jump into his arms.
The both of you laughed, basking in the happiness that the good news had brought you.
There had been rumors that Valtteri would be leaving Mercedes and they wanted to bring in a younger driver, someone to balance out Lewis. For months on end, speculation circled around George being the driver Toto had been eyeing, but there hadn't been any official communication from the team whatsoever.
Until now.
George Russell, your boyfriend, the Mercedes F1 driver.
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