One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

98. - Mick Schumacher

This is for phoebe-durm, my favourite Wattpad girl, who helped me with translating the Hungarian words. Hope you like this and it brings you some positivity 😘💗 I may have some ideas for a part II, by the way...

Alright, France is probably going to be a war zone tomorrow. Got a lesson today with a senator who used to be minister a few years ago, who told us tomorrow will be hell in Paris and that Macron may have to resign. Which implies new elections that would most probably be won by the far right party. This is only a possibility, but there will be protests tomorrow and they will probably be violent. I nearly cried last week when the Arc de Triomphe was vandalized. So if I'm not updating anything tomorrow evening it's because I'm sad and angry and scared for France's future. Violence, nationalism and populism are never the answer. Love you all 🙏💗

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It had been three months since you started your internship at Prema as a marketing assistant. After studying HR, you realised marketing was what you wanted to do your whole life. It was a bit difficult for your parents to understand at first, even more when you told them you wanted to get a job in motorsport. Eventually, they realized you really wanted that and helped you change classes. To finish your first year of marketing studies, you found an internship at Prema in Italy.

It was a challenge, being away from home, in a country you didn't know the language. Hopefully everyone was very nice and welcoming and instantly made you feel like you were part of the team. You also quickly got along with Sean Gelael and Mick Schumacher, the two drivers of the team racing in Formula 2. You were almost the same age and they too were away from home.

"Mick please, for the hundredth time, can you please wear your cap?" You asked, a bit pissed as you had been telling him that since the beginning of the season, and at least three times that day already. As a marketing assistant, one of your jobs was to make sure the sponsors were well represented, and that included making sure the drivers were wearing their cap every time they were in the paddock or the garage.

He chuckled, making his way to you in the pit lane. Sometimes you even thought he was doing it on purpose.

"I don't know. I feel like it's the only way to get your attention." He smiled cheekily, knowing damn well how to push your buttons. It's true that during race weekends you didn't have much time to have fun, but so did he by the way.

"You just like to make my job difficult, don't you?" You shook your head as he shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not even sunny!" He pouted, running a hand through his blond hair. That's true, Monaco was not very sunny for once, it was even a bit cold and windy.

"The sponsors don't care if it's sunny or not. Here." You grabbed a cap that was lying next to a computer in the garage and stood on your tiptoe to put the cap on his head. "Next time, I'm gonna glue it on your head."

Mick chuckled again. You swore he had the sweetest laugh you ever heard.

"Where is yours?"

"I don't have to wear one." You shrugged.

"Well that's a shame, I think you would look even more beautiful than you already are with a Prema cap on. Preferably one that has my name on it."

You didn't know what to answer, you didn't even know what that meant. Mick and you were close but it was the first time he was complimenting you so bluntly. And not any compliment. Plus, the way he was staring at you was destabilizing. It was so intense that you couldn't look away, even when he stood closer to put a strand of hair behind your ear.