WILLIAMS F1 HOSPITALITY
GEORGE RUSSELL'S ROOM

GEORGE held his head in his hands as he began to relive the moments that had occurred just before. He had moved at exactly the wrong moment, not knowing Zia had already decided to go around his outside.

His race engineer had specifically told him to move, so he did, and he still ended up screwing Zia's chance at a good last race with Red Bull, and probably the future Ferrari drive.

He tried to find her after the session, but she had left as soon as she had gotten out of the car, and as far as he knew, hadn't spoke to anyone.

He knew she wanted him dead. She would be livid with him. "And rightly so." he thought to himself. "I did just end her career."

George stood up. He had to go and find her. There was no point in sitting in his driver's room, whilst Zia was probably cursing him.

He was determined to tell her the truth, he couldn't have another Mugello. He walked towards his door, stopped, then walked back over to his sofa. He walked back to the door again, but no luck still.

He was... scared.

He didn't know how she would react, but he felt the need to explain to her, make her understand he meant no harm.

He didn't want Zia to hate him.

He took another walk towards the door, but froze when it knocked.

"Russell."

He closed his eyes. "Shit." Hesitantly, he opened the door, and saw Zia's angry frame in the doorway.

"You just can't leave me alone can you?" she said, and attempted to laugh, but it came out almost crazy.

He stepped asides. and gestured his head so she could go inside, so they could argue without the prying are of the William's crew.

The moment he shut the door, she began to rant.

"You are a fucking prick you know that. Mugello, now this, you just can't seem to fucking leave me alone! What is my car a fucking magnet to you?"

George knew better than to interrupt.

"God all I needed this weekend was to have a good quali. 'Cause when I have good quali's I have good races and I swear to God if I loose that fucking Ferrari seat because of you Russell I'll fucking-"

"You'll fucking what?" George retorted. "You can't do anything, you won't do anything."

Zia raised her eyebrows at him. "Do you wanna' test out your theory?"

George sighed. "Look Zia if you just let me explain-"

"You don't have to explain I know exactly what happened."

"You don't-"

"Yes I fucking do!" Zia was very angry at this stage. "You fucking went into me! Again. Every time I'm trying to prove myself, you get in my fucking way."

"Maybe you're just trying to hard and I happen to be there when you do and you're trying to place the blame on me because you can't accept that maybe you're doing to much!"

Zia took a few steps forward. "Oh that's great! Fucking perfect yeah, 'I'm trying to hard.' I'm sorry but I don't see you freaking out about not having anywhere to go. Oh right! That's because you're Toto Wolff's little golden child who can't do anything wrong! Even when you drive into me!"

George too took a few steps forward, now matching Zia's anger. "Toto's Golden Boy? Wow Zia. That's creative."

"You know you are so fucking annoying Russell."

"I'm annoying? You're blaming me for something that want my fault!"

"Because it was!"

"No it wasn't! I wasn't told you were behind me, I was only told when you were like two corners away and them my engineer told me to move at the wrong moment. I don't know you were going around the outside Zia." George shouted.

"'Didn't tell you to move.' Why didn't you just move when he said I was behind you?"

"I don't fucking know alright?"

They were now stood face to face with each other, still shouting.

"That's not good enough George!"

"Well what the fuck is good enough for you huh?"

"An apology? Just you know throwing that option out there on the table." she exasperatedly waved her hands around, as if pointing to an imaginary table.

"I'm not doing that."

"Well then what are you going to do?"

"Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you right now?"

"Just shut up and kiss me."

And so he did.

He bent down, grabbing Zia's waist pulling her close to him, as he connected their lips. All their anger flooded away as they kissed each other, George gripping Zia's waist tightly, Zia running her hands through his hair.

Without breaking the kiss, the moved towards the sofa, and George pushed Zia down onto it. She moved her arms from behind his neck down to his arms, and the. to the bottom of his shirt which she tugged on.

George broke the kiss, pulling off his shirt, so that his torso was bare.

He bent back down to kiss Zia again, but the door knocked.

The pair turned to look at the door.

"Hang on, I ain't got a shirt on." George shouted at whoever was behind the door.

"So Instagram can see but I can't? George I thought we were friends."

"Oh my god!" Zia breathed at Alex's voice sounded from the other side of the door.

George placed his hand to her mouth, giving her a look that said "be quiet."

"Come on, you post a shirtless selfie like every day, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

"No seriously Al give me a minute."

Alex gave him a slightly concerned 'Okay'. George took his hand off her mouth, and rested his forehead against Zia's as he thought about what to do.

"George." Zia whispered. George looked up at her, her cheeks slightly pink, her hair a little messed up. "You go, I'll leave in a couple of minutes." she whispered.

He nodded. He picked up his shirt, and through it back on. He walked towards the door, before turning back, leaning over the back of the sofa, and giving Zia one last kiss.

He walked back over to the door, opening it as little as he could, and walking out, closing it behind him. Alex was leaning against the wall on his phone, and looked up when George stood next to him. "Hey... Why does you're hair look like you've just gone on a roller coaster?" he joked with a small laugh.

"Helmet hair." George said with a shrug. "Come on let's go."

He began to walk away before Alex even replied running his hand through his hair, to flatten it, but also in frustration.

What had he just done?

so do ya'll love me or what?

actually i'm pretty sure you are gonna hate me for how that ended 😃

anyways

happy start of the f1 season guys! testing whoop whoop let's focus on that and not the torture you just went through haha ha ha ha 😃