Formula 1 Oneshots

Brocedes

Nico looked at Lewis from the corner of his eye, watching as Lewis passed by on his scooter. The carefree motion of Lewis gliding around contrasted sharply with Nico's internal turmoil, a reminder of simpler times when their friendship was unburdened by unspoken tensions. Each pass seemed to pull Nico further into his thoughts, stirring a mix of nostalgia and longing for the ease they once shared

Jenson cut into Nico's train of thoughts about Lewis. His sudden presence and voice brought Nico back to the present, shattering the reverie that had enveloped him. Nico blinked, momentarily disoriented, before focusing on Jenson, whose expression held a mixture of concern and curiosity.

"Britney, are you okay?" Jenson asked Nico, his voice laced with concern. Nico, startled by the use of his nickname, turned to Jenson and forced a smile, trying to mask the turmoil that had been swirling inside him moments before.

"I'm okay, Jen," Nico replied, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. Despite his words, his gaze drifted back to Lewis, who was still circling on his scooter. Each pass felt like a stab to Nico's heart, a poignant reminder of the love they once shared and the chasm that now separated them. The carefree expression on Lewis's face contrasted cruelly with the pain etched in Nico's eyes. It was devastating to watch the person he loved appear so distant and unattainable, as if the vibrant connection they once had was now just a ghost haunting his every thought. Jenson's concerned presence only amplified the sense of loss, making the reality of their tragic, fractured relationship all the more unbearable.

Jenson and Nico started walking toward the Sky Sports building to meet their other colleague, Mark. As they made their way, Jenson kept talking, trying to fill the space with anything that might distract Nico from thoughts of Lewis. He spoke about upcoming races, recent media coverage, and even trivial gossip. Despite his efforts, Jenson noticed the change in Nico's expression; his face lacked energy and had turned noticeably pale. Each step seemed to drain Nico further, his mind clearly elsewhere, trapped in the melancholy of his fractured relationship with Lewis. Jenson's concern deepened, but he continued talking, hoping to anchor Nico in the present, even as his heart ached for his friend.

Nico halted his movements abruptly, his breath catching in his throat as he saw Lewis hugging someone. From Nico's angle, it seemed like Lewis was kissing the person. His heart wasn't just broken; it felt torn into pieces, each fragment stabbing into his chest. The world around him blurred, sounds muffled as if he were underwater. His breathing became shallow and rapid, and his vision tunneled. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he felt the edges of panic tightening their grip, making it hard to focus on anything but the devastating scene before him. He could hear Jenson's voice, faint and distant, but couldn't process the words, his mind consumed by the overwhelming pain and panic.

Jenson grabbed Nico, his grip firm yet gentle as he guided Nico to a nearby bench. "Breathe, Britney, just breathe," he whispered, his face close to Nico's, their foreheads almost touching. Jenson's hands moved to Nico's shoulders, squeezing reassuringly as he coached him through deep, steady breaths. The intimacy of the moment was purely out of care, a friend helping another through a panic attack.

However, from a distance, Lewis caught sight of them. He paused, misinterpreting the scene. To him, it looked as if Nico and Jenson were sharing a tender moment, a display of affection that seemed all too much like the beginnings of a relationship. Lewis's heart clenched, jealousy and confusion flooding his mind as he turned away, trying to mask the hurt that now mirrored Nico's own.

The next few weeks were hell for Nico. He endured frequent panic attacks and relentless nightmares that left him exhausted and on edge. The memory of Lewis's perceived betrayal haunted him, seeping into every corner of his mind. As the days dragged on, the anticipation for the next Grand Prix at Silverstone grew, but it offered little solace. The familiar track, once a place of adrenaline and competition, now loomed over him like a specter of unresolved emotions and painful memories.