bullet-point formatting because i hastily wrote this at 1am after seeing A Vision (???)
i don’t actually know if they do post-race celebrations but for the sake of this imagine they do and i’m also allowing them to get absolutely hammered while doing so
(can you tell i love the childhood friends to lovers trope...)
as always, feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated♡
you couldn’t believe it. george russell, a formula 1 champion.
you’re a friend of his since when both of you were children, and you’ve seen his love and passion for the sport, working extremely hard and always giving it his all
through thick and thin, you’ve always been by his side
and now watching him step onto the podium brings absolute joy and pride to your heart
you couldn’t help but let the tears escape your eyes as you watched him receive the trophy, no doubt still crying out of happiness himself
the team decided on hosting a party that very night to commemorate george’s win, alongside mercedes’ 1-2
needless to say george got a little bit too excited and downed some too many drinks
by the end of the night it was you who had to drag him back to his hotel room, seeing that he wouldn’t let go of his iron grip on you and would almost whine whenever you even tried to walk away
after a very eventful trip back to his hotel room and fumbling with the door card, you managed to heave him into the room and onto the bed
as he was still holding onto you, he pulled you on top of him onto the bed with him
“george i need you to let go of me so i can help you undress and get ready for bed”
“i didn’t expect you to be this bold”
you smacked his arm, and after struggling for 20 minutes you finally got him out of what he was wearing and in a pair of comfortable pants to sleep in
you decided to let him deal with the showering part by himself in the morning
“don’t leave,” george intertwined his fingers with yours after you tried to pull away from him to get back to your own hotel room
while the both of you have had a fair share of sleepovers ever since being friends, they’ve never came close to sleeping together on the same bed before
and you, with your ever growing crush on the man in front of you, you didn’t want to overstep boundaries nor distract him from his racing career, so you’ve never said a word about your feelings to him
george lightly tugged your hand in was holding onto, and you couldn’t help but climb into bed with him, being unable to say no to his softening eyes and small pout
you both laid in silence, and it was once again george who breaks it
“are you proud of me?” he asks softly
you turned to face him and gave him a smile, “very much, george. i couldn’t be any prouder.”
he closed his eyes and smiled before moving closer until you both touched foreheads
you panicked, not knowing where this was going, and leaned away before he could do something that he would regret in the morning
he opened his eyes again and looked almost disappointed
“i love you,” he let out, like it’s the most natural thing to say
your breath hitched in your throat, did he really mean it? was it just the alcohol talking?
“i’ve always had,” he continued, looking at you as if he was expecting something, though failing to keep his eyes open as the drowsiness took over
you stroked his cheek, “we can talk in the morning, g.”
morning comes and you wondered if what george said last night was just a fever dream or not
you set some painkillers and a bottle of water on the bedside table, getting ready to head back to your own room
“you didn’t say it back.”
you froze, thinking he didn’t remember the conversation before falling asleep, that he didn’t mean it
“i love you, i’ve always had.” he repeated his words from last night, getting out of bed himself and ignoring the pounding headache
“honestly i don’t remember when i’ve not been in love with you. at one point after all those sleepovers we’ve had, i couldn’t help but think how it’s you i want to wake up next to. you’ve always been very important to me and i… i want you. i want us. i can’t imagine the rest of my days without you.”
you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as you teared up. “that’s a little bit heavy for a first confession, don’t you think?” you joked
“i’ve been in love with you since we were teenagers,” you continued “i want you so close to me it hurts”
he walked towards you and took your hands in his “i’m right here, and i won’t leave, i don’t want to”
“i love you, george.” you finally said, looking up at him
he let out the widest grin, mirroring yours, before cupping your face and leaning down for a kiss
