Hailee's POV:

I just told Greer everything about my night with Y/N and I keep hearing the same thing over and over again...

Greer: He Al Pacino'd you?

Hailee: Can you stop focusing on that? He paid for the dinner and was super cool with everything.

Greer: I know...but it kinda stands out the fact that he made you Tango with him. I'm jealous...Liam never does that.

I scoff 

Hailee: Maybe if you guys stopped making out on other people's couches, you'd enjoy a night out like this.

Greer: Now, the billion dollar question. Did you guys-

I immediately cut her off

Hailee: No!

Greer: You didn't even let me finish.

Hailee: And I know what you were gonna say.

Greer smiles

Greer: I mean...why not?

Hailee: I don't know, G. Maybe I'm trying to take it slowly.

Greer: Look Haiz, there aren't much guys like Y/N left in this world. If you don't be careful...

Hailee: I know, I know.

Greer worries a lot about me, and it's quite fair considering my past relationships

Third Person POV:

Y/N is in his penthouse having a drink by himself , still thinking about the night he and Hailee had

He then feels a hand on his shoulder. Liam was there

Liam: Can I grab a drink?

Y/N: Sure...knock yourself out.

The young man pours himself a drink

Y/N: Shouldn't you be with Greer?

Liam: Yeah, but Hailee showed up and I kinda got cockblocked. So I came back to check on you. How was it, by the way?

Y/N then explains to Liam what he and Hailee did earlier

Liam: You Al Pacino'd her?!

Y/N sighs as he sees Liam laughing

Y/N: Well...yeah.

Liam looks at his best friend, concerned

Liam: I know that look...you're uneasy about something.

Y/N: I'm afraid, Liam. Hailee's sweet, beautiful and I like her, I really do. But what if I end up doing something wrong? Something I'll regret for my entire life. I mean...look at her ex-boyfriends.

Liam: Complete dickheads. But you're nothing like them.

Y/N: That's my point. What if I end up like them?

Liam: If you want my advice, just go for it. You're not afraid of the public opinion. Just be yourself. And honestly, everyone knows Hailee likes you back, so just keep it steady until the time comes. So...the party is Sunday, right?

Y/N: Yep, and I already got a tux for myself.

Liam gets up

Liam: Good luck with Hailee, bro. Don't fumble the bag with her

He pats Y/N's back

Friday, two days until the party

Two days later, Y/N goes to visit Dr. Stan Lipschitz, his therapist to talk about everything that's been going on in his life

Stan: Y/N, you've been here for fifteen minutes and you haven't said anything.

Y/N: I don't know where to start, doc.

Stan: Then let me choose a topic. Two years ago, you came to me for the first time because of a girl. Is this still the case?

Y/N smiles

Y/N: How'd you guess?

Stan: Well, I know you, Y/N. And I don't live under a rock.

Y/N: Okay, fine. I met this girl in Miami, we went to a couple of dates. I like her and I think she likes me back.

He gives the german therapist a weak smile

Stan: But?

Y/N: But I don't want another relationship...not after everything I had with the last one.

Y/N runs his hand through his hair

Stan: I thought we already had solved this problem, Y/N.

Y/N: Yeah doc, but it came back. This stupid Vietnam Flashback still haunts me to this day, telling me I'll never be happy again! No matter how much money I make, how many races I win...It'll never be enough. I just wished I knew that Darcy was toying with my feelings. I hate her and hated myself for a long time.

Stan sees some tears running down Y/N's face

Stan: Y/N...I know you, and you don't hate people. Everyone knows you care for people, it's a part of you. What I can tell you is...you either come come clean about your feelings to your new flame or back off. But you and I both know you're not gonna do that.

Y/N: Why's that?

Stan: Because, as you said, you like her.

After his therapy session, Y/N leaves Dr. Lipschitz's office and heads to St. Jean Baptiste's church to meet an old friend 

When he gets there, he sees Father Frank Lawrence outside the church

Father Frank was the one who gave Y/N piano lessons when he was younger

Y/N: Got a minute, Father?

Frank turns around

Frank: Y/N? Long time. Here to seek forgiveness?

Y/N: Not today, I'm afraid. I want to talk about the last thing we talked about.

Frank: Darcy, right?

Y/N: Huh...you remember it.

Frank: Impossible to forget. You could write a whole book with that.

Y/N forces a laugh

Y/N: Yeah, I'm actually here for some advice.

Frank: Let's take a walk, son.

They walk through the church's gardens

Frank: What's bothering you, Y/N?

Y/N: I met this girl. She's awesome, beautiful, talented. I like her and I also think she likes me back. But I can't get in another relationship. Not while I still haven't moved on from Darcy

Frank: Son, if you really like her and think that she's different, just go for it. No love is worth losing over a painful memory. Don't let this "trauma" affect you. Take a gamble that love exists and do a loving act.

Y/N's eyes widen in surprise

Y/N: You...that's from Red Dead Redemption 2! You wise bastard.

Frank looks at Y/N, who still seems uneased

Frank: There's something else. What is it?

Y/N: I...I think I'm afraind, Father.

Y/N: I've watched drivers walk out of fires, I've watched drives just brush it off after life-threatening crashes. I know 99% of drivers survive, but I'm afraid that someday I might be part of the 1%.

Frank: What are you implying, Y/N?

Y/N: I'm afraid of dying, Father.

Frank: Y/N...this is one of life's beauties. Everyone is afraid of death. But in your line of work, you defy death. Of course you can retire early, but we know you're never gonna do that. You love F1, you're just anxious, son.

After that, a Deacon walks over to them.

Deacon: I'm so sorry, Father, but Donald isn't gonna be able to play the piano in today's requiem mass.

Frank: What happened?

Deacon: Food poisoning. I apologize on his behalf, Father.

Y/N smiles

Y/N: I can do it. Let me play the piano.

Frank: I can't ask you to do that, Y/N.

Y/N: I insist...

In the church, he plays a version of Bob Dylan's Knockin' on Heaven's door, in a homage to whoever he was honoring in that mass.

https://youtu.be/fNkc-lfHeNQ