TWELVE

"LARISSA KIMI COHEN! YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME AGAIN!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit."

Larissa ran for her life once more as she fled from her trainer, having told Lucy that she was going to refill her water bottle before she disappeared so that she would not need a lung transplant.

Lucy gave chase, running after the fleeing girl before she lost her, annoyed once again that she had managed to get away from her.

"Damn you, kid."

Larissa had managed to hide, out of sight of her trainer as she tried to get her breath back, her ribs still aching from her crash in Shanghai. The dull ache became a sharp stabbing pain as she breathed in, having broken some of her ribs from the impact with the wall, which thankfully nobody knew about except herself and the doctor at the hospital in China.

"Is there any reason you're hiding behind my car?"

"Shut up, Lucy will find me if she looks and sees you talking to your rear wing." Larissa breathed out as she closed her eyes, just hoping that she would not be found.

"My trailer is free for you to hide in."

Larissa's eyes shot open immediately, staring at the blue eyed man in surprise. Her mouth was slightly ajar, lips parted as she stared at him, before her eyes glanced down at his waiting hand.

"If your trainer sees me holding my hand out to my rear wing, she will find you." Larissa rolled her dark brown eyes as he mocked her earlier words.

She quickly glanced around to make sure that her trainer wasn't around, before she took a hold of his hand and ran with him to his trailer.

"Maxie, you're my hero." She smiled in relief as soon as he closed the door once they were inside, locking them in so that Lucy couldn't find her.

Max Verstappen couldn't hide the small blush that coated his features at the nickname as he nodded his head. "Double espresso?"

Larissa furrowed her eyebrows together. "How'd you know that I only drink double espressos?"

Max's lips twitched up in to a smile, lowering his head so that he was staring at his shoes. "Every time I see you, you have a double espresso in your hand."

The Brazilian watched him in confusion. She knew that he had a crush on her, but she didn't know for long he had actually been crushing on her. He was never in her eyesight when ever she had a double espresso, so had he been watching her, staring at her even when she couldn't see him?

"You want caramel syrup with your espresso?"

Larissa was snapped out of her thoughts by the Dutch man, his steel blue eyes staring at her with caution. How did he know that?

"Uh, yes please."

Within seconds she was handed a small cup, filled to the brim with an espresso, and as soon as she took a cautious sip, her eyes widened massively.

He had used the perfect amount of syrup.

What the fuck?

"So, congrats on the podium at Baku. Must be a big deal for you, right?" Max questioned as he slowly sat down near her. Not too close but close enough for his heart to start beating rapidly, threatening to beat out of his chest.

"I mean, it was my first formula one podium, so of course it's a big deal, but I'll be over the moon when I get my first grand prix win, which I'm hoping will be my home race." Larissa admitted with a sigh. "It'll just be a lot of pressure on me, I guess."

"Your dad would be very proud of you." Max noticed how she glanced down at her hands, and he noticed how they subtly began to shake as if anxiety was overtaking her body.

"He is." Larissa whispered, feeling a lump forming in her throat at the thought of disappointing her father. "As is yours."

Max shook his head, holding back a laugh. "No, he will be proud when I become world champion, until then, I'm a failure in his eyes."

"Failure?" The girl released a scoff. "Is he talking about his own formula one career?"

Max could not hold back his laughter that time, wrinkles around his eyes forming as his grinned widely. She didn't know about his dad, but the fact that she was already defending him made his heart burst.

He just hoped that his father would not ruin her smile like he had tried to ruin his.

He loved her smile.

The dimples she got as she smiled, her loud laughter that he could always hear, even when they were both in their garages. The happiness that he could see in her eyes as her face lit up.

He hoped that he could eventually be the cause of her happiness.

Larissa's phone burst to life as a text message popped up on her screen, eyes widening at the message.

"I have to go." Max's smile dropped at the realisation that she was leaving him. "Charles and Pierre have both messaged, saying that apparently Lucy is heading this way and I do not want to do a lap running around the track because she manged to find me."

"Okay." Max nodded sadly.

"Good luck out there, Lieve."

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"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

Larissa and her team mate squealed as both Pierre and herself ran from their trainers, since the French man had been hiding in the Sauber garage with the Monégasque driver whilst she had been hiding with the Dutch man.

They had unfortunately been spotted as they ran away, with their trainers giving chase once again.

Pierre never let go of his team mates hand as they ran, their fingers interwined with one another tightly and showing no sign of stopping.

That was, until they barrelled into someone and his team mate had recognised the persons soft laughter.

"Georgie!" Larissa beamed, releasing her hand from her team mates grip, much to his dismay.

George Russell lifted his five foot two best friend up in to the air as he hugged her, a bright smile on his face. Her legs had wrapped around his waist as he laughed, wrinkles around his eyes from how large his smile was, purely from seeing her.

"Can you save me and Pierre? We're about to die, and whilst I love you, I don't think a formula two driver will persuade our trainers from not killing us." Larissa begged her friend.

George felt his heart beat faster slightly as the words, I love you, left her soft lips and he could not help but notice how the girls team mate seemed to be more interested in his shoes than anything else, making his face frown for a millisecond.

"I can use my body as a barricade your trailer door, if that helps?" George rose an eyebrow as Pierre immediately nodded, his attention back on his team mate and her friend.

"Quickly, we can hear them coming after us, and we're dead if they catch us." Pierre breathed frantically, being able to hear their trainers approaching.

George laughed, pulling the team mates to the Cohen girls trailer. "My body is officially your human shield."

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"Lis, Esteban has something to tell you!"

Larissa rolled her eyes as she arrived at Esteban's apartment, with Chinese food, ice cream and a few beers in her hand.

As soon as she had used the key that the French man had given her, to open the front door, Zahra had screamed at her that their friend, since both of Larissa's friends had become friends upon realising that they both had embarrassing stories of the Brazilian that the other didn't know, that the French man had something to tell her.

She just hoped that it wasn't that he had once again stepped on to his upturned plug of his phone charger, like the last time he had something to tell her.

Esteban surged towards her to take the food from her hands, pressing a soft kiss to her temple as he did so. "Lar, come and sit. It's important."

Larissa did so, sitting inbetween her two best friends, before turning her head to the French man. "Who did you catch feelings for now, idiot?"

Esteban rolled his eyes at her words, a smile sitting on his lips. "Nobody, mon petit chou, nobody."

Larissa immediately jolted out of her seat as Esteban began tickling her at her sides. She ended up curling herself up into a ball, sitting on Zahra's lap as Zahra took the hit of being tickled.

"Vão se fode!" Larissa and Zahra squealed as the French man tickled them some more before eventually stopping. They glared as he burst in to laughter.

"I wanted to tell you, about Pierre." Esteban finally revealed why he had spammed her phone with text messages whilst she had been in a meeting.

84 messages, just from him.

In six minutes.

"What about him?"

"He likes you." Esteban spoke, watching as she furrowed her eyebrows together.

"He's my team mate, I should fucking hope that he likes me." Larissa laughed, ignoring the French man's scoff of annoyance. She was so stupid.

"No, he likes, likes you."

"Bullshit."

"For fuck sa-" Esteban facepalmed, instantly regretting it as he winced, hitting himself in his face harder than he had expected to. "I'd say he likes you, but I'm the inferior French man, what do I know?"

"Clearly not much, Estie. I know that you're wrong, but I'll pretend that you're right because you are letting me stay here tonight because I'm too lazy to drive."

Esteban shook his head as Zahra giggled. "Tue-moi maintenant, putain d'idiot."

Larissa gasped dramatically, placing her hand over her heart. "Hé! Je peux parler français aussi! Casse couille!"

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Fernando Alonso used to carry his niece on his shoulders when her little legs became tired and he had done that until his niece was fifteen years old.

So, to say he was surprised to see her on the shoulders of Kevin Magnussen as he ran around the paddock with her screaming for him to put her down, would be quite an understatement.

Romain Grosjean laughed loudly as he filmed her screaming for her life whilst clinging on to the Danish man's shoulders, and smirked as he noticed the look that he was receiving from the Spanish man.

"KEVIN! Put me down!"

"Never!" Kevin roared in laughter as he ran as fast as he could past the other garages, with every body hearing her screams of laughter, fear, and screams of the Danish man's name over and over again.

"I'll buy you whatever alcohol that Vikings drink!" Larissa squealed, having to duck to avoid hitting her head on signs as the idiot who had essentially kidnapped her was repeatedly swerving as if he was playing a game of 'Temple Run' whilst she was on his shoulders.

"You won't!"

"I will!"

"You won't!"

"I'll crash in to you in every single race if you do not put me down right now!" Larissa raised her voice, mainly due to the fear from how fast that he was running and how close she had come many, many times to falling from his shoulders and dying a slow death.

Kevin stopped in his tracks, the speed suddenly coming to an abrupt halt, which then sent the Brazilian falling over his head and off his shoulders as he desperately tried to catch her, not realising that his actions would cause her to get hurt.

Three pairs of hands that didn't belong to the Viking grabbed her before her face could hit the hard ground beneath her, pulling her up and to her feet to see three concerned faces staring back at her.

"Miss Cohen, are you okay?" Christian Horner questioned as he removed his hands from her arms.

"I think so." She breathed heavily, before she felt the beard of the Danish man brush up against her temple before he kissed her forehead, as an apology.

"Sorry, musling." Kevin apologised before he backed away after receiving a hard glare from one of the other men to have caught her.

"He is an idiot." Toto Wolff shook his head as he glared at the retreating figure of the Magnussen man. "Are you feeling okay? No dizziness? Nausea?"

"I'm okay, thank you Toto." Larissa smiled gently at the man, who patted her head as if she was a dog, smiling at her before he left to go back to the Mercedes garage, having sprinted over to catch her.

"You good, Cohen?" Lance Stroll frowned as she stepped away from him despite him having been one of the people to help her, as he just recieved a short nod.

"I'm good. Thanks I guess."

Lance nodded, his Candian accent incredibly strong.

"Be careful next time."

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A/N

Sorry, wattpad glitched and didn't upload the last part of this! So, it's redone with the last scene in!

-RUBY