Formula 1 one shots

Happy now? - Lance Stroll

This one is requested by lemurqueen. Thank you for requesting this one, I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you like it!

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You smiled when your boyfriend Lance Stroll got out of his car.

'You did amazing,' you smiled at him and kissed him.

'Thank you,' he smiled. His walked towards the two of you and you quickly pulled away, knowing his dad wasn't the biggest fan of you. That has been ever since you met him. According to his dad, you distract Lance and makes him perform less, which is bullshit. He still performs the same and still does the same amount of work he did before he met you.

'Good job son,' he said and petted Lance on the shoulder.

'Thanks, dad,' he said and looked at you. It was awkward between the two of you, and you wondered if that would ever go away.

'I'll leave you two to it,' you mumbled and walked away from the two of them. Maybe you let his dad control your life too much, but how could you stand up to a man like Lawrence Stroll? He was a man with money, and often he scared the crap out of you. Yes, he was a good dad for his kids, but never has he let you in. He has always been cold to you, not inviting you to family events. Lance, on the other hand, was the kindest soul you had ever met. If his dad didn't ask you, Lance made sure you were his plus one. He spoiled you with kisses and hugs, and he was the love of your life. But his dad thought different about you.

You made your way to the Racing Point facility, trying to push away the looks Lawrence stroll gave you. You didn't want to focus on the negative stuff, but it affected you more than it ever did and you didn't know. You made your way into Lance his room and said down on a chair, waiting from him to come back so you could go back to the hotel. You grabbed your phone and looked at your most recent post, which was a photo of you and Lance at the track. You weren't the typical F1 girlfriend. Most of them were models, had a lot of money and were so pretty. You were normal, had curves and didn't have that much money. You just finished college, and you were now looking for a job, in between travelling with Lance. Because you weren't that "perfect" girl, you got a lot of hate on social media. People didn't understand what Lance saw in you, and they wondered why he was with someone who looked like you. You usually ignored the hate, but today was a day you couldn't ignore it. You read every single comment, and most of them were not pleasant.

You're ugly

God, Lance should be with me and not an ugly pig like you

No wonder his date hates you

Please go lay under a rock and never come out

Just break up with him already

She must be good at sex, because why else would he still be with her? Look at her.

The first tear streamed down your face as the door opened. You quickly wiped it away and saw Lance walking into his room alone.

'Are you okay?' he asked.

'I'm fine, just some comments on Instagram,' you said and put your phone away.

Lance sighed. 'Are they still going?'

'Oh yeah, better than ever,' you said sarcastically. 'It's like I can never do anything right. Everybody on the internet hates me, your dad hates me, the girlfriends around here look at me like I'm trash. Why are you with me, Lance? Honestly.' You looked up at him with the tears in your eyes.

It broke his heart to see you like this. It usually didn't bother you and you two laughed about the crazy comments, but today he saw a side of you, you only showed once in a while. 'Why I'm with you? Because I love you, to me you're the most beautiful girl. You have the same humour as me, which not a lot of people have and as cliche, as it sounds, you bring out the best of me. You make me want to work harder, to drive better. I'm with you, because I love you, every part of you,' he said.

You stood up from the couch. 'But if everyone is telling you that I'm not good enough, that you should leave me, that I'm ugly, how can you still tell me that I'm beautiful? How can you not see all the things they say? How do you do it?'

'I don't care what they say about you. I love how you actually have a figure, instead of those spaghetti string girls. I love how you do what makes you feel good, not caring about what other people might think. You-.'

There is a knock on the door, which makes Lance stop.

The door slowly goes open, and Lawrence walks into the room. 'I was wondering why you're so slow, but I guess I found the reason,' he said and looked at you.

'We were just talking,' Lance defended you.

'I don't care. You and I have to get going.' It was clear that he didn't want you around his son.

You turned to Lance. 'I'll go,' you mumble.

'No, stay. We were not done talking.'

You looked at his dad. 'Your dad clearly wants to get going.'

'Lance, for once, listen to that girl and hurry up.'

'That girl? She has a name, you know that, right?' Lance snapped at him.

'What is your point exactly?' his dad asked in a deep voice. He looked angry at his son but more furious at you.

'Like I said, maybe you should listen to the people around you,' you mumble to Lance. Looking up, you had the tears in your eyes again.

'What do you mean?'

'We shouldn't be doing this, Lance. Literally, everybody and the whole freaking universe is against us, and I don't know how long I can keep fighting.' You pack your back and walk out of the room.

'Y/N!' you heard Lance yell, but he didn't come after you.

'Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?' you heard him yell to his dad. You froze in your spot. You had never heard Lance yell to his dad. 'This is all your fault! Why would you do that to her, to me? Can't you see that she makes me happy? I don't care about those stupid models. I want Y/N, but you made her run away from me. You caused this. Don't think I'm ever going to forgive you for his.'

You quickly made your way out of the building.

'Y/N, wait! Stop running away from me!' you heard behind you.

You quickly turned around.

'Don't run away from me. I love you. I don't care what the fuck anyone says about you. I'm happy, we're happy, and that's all I care about. Ever since I met you, the colours have got brighter, the sun feels warmer, and every time you look at me or hold my hand, it's like there's an energy going through my body that I can't explain. I love you, Y/N. And I'm begging you not to leave me. We can do this together, we can fight them off together,' he said while walking closer to you.

You don't know what to see. You're so in shock by what he just said to you and the how he yelled at his dad. Lance has never been a guy to talk about his emotions that much, so hearing how you make him feel, is a big deal. So you drop your bag on the floor, and you run over to Lance, wrapping your arms around his neck and slamming your lips against his.

'We'll do this together,' you say.