Just Him ❤

83. Negativity.

"Antti, stop." He got up so that he was sitting on the bed.

"Seb, what are doing?" Antti watched as yet again, Seb hopped off of the bed.

"I just need to go and talk to Chloe, I won't be long." He headed to the door.

"I need to finish working on your shoulder first."

"You can do that later, this is more important." He walked out, ignoring the fact that he was just wearing his close fitting boxers, and headed into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw her sitting at the breakfast bar, with her face in her hands, quietly crying. "Liebe?" He was by her side in a just a few steps. She gasped when she heard his voice and lifted her head to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"Uhm...." She wiped under her eyes while quickly thinking of what to say to him. She couldn't just it was nothing, but then she couldn't say that she knew he'd been wanting to propose and that she was worried he'd changed his mind either. Instead she pointed to the screen and watched he took the stool next to her and pulled the laptop across to himself. She heard him sigh as he scanned over the headlines.

"I haven't been told to finish with you, and I'm not going to either." He pushed the laptop away and closed it down. "I'd rather leave the sport than lose you and I can't believe you take crap like that..." He gestured to the laptop. "...to heart and let it upset you so much. You've got enough experience to know that alot of what you read simply isn't true."

"I know, I'm sorry." She sniffed. "But you know, if you had to choose, then I'd go."

"It won't ever come to that, I love you too much." He reached out and tried to wipe her face with his hand.

"It's not just that."

"Then talk to me. Chloe I've been asking you all week if you're ok and I knew it was bullshit when you said it was your hormones or a headache. You need to talk to me."

"It's just been so hard and so hurtful to read the shit that people write about someone you love." She gave the laptop a scornful look.

"Then stop reading it." He gently placed his fingers under her chin and turned her head so that she was looking at him.

"It's part of my job."

"Not now it isn't, I'll get onto the team later and have them get someone else to keep an eye on that sort of thing. I don't want you reading it if this is how much it upsets you."

"Thank you." She let him take hold of her hands and pull her off of her stool so that she was standing inbetween his legs.

"I know that when you first worked for Michael, you never experienced this sort of thing but driving for Ferrari now.....when you are doing well, you are praised from everywhere and the Tifosi virtually worship you. When you are not doing so well, then they criticise you, and rightly so, and it can be harsh and yes it does put me under pressure, but only from myself. This is why I don't read press about myself and I don't have social media. What they see, who they see, is Vettel the racing driver and that's who they criticise. They don't see Seb, the private guy who hates the limelight, hates the thought of being famous and just lives a normal quiet life away from F1. They don't see the guy who has a young family and the girl of his dreams at home. That is why I have always tried to keep my private life just that, private. Except with you it's more difficult to do that."

"I wish I'd understood that earlier, I've not exactly helped you there, have I?"

"It's ok, you were blinded by these good looks." He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Just promise me, no more bottling things up just because you think I'm under too much pressure or I've got too much on my mind. You talk to me and don't ever let shit like you've read today give you doubts again, ok?" He kissed her forehead.