LOVER -
act one chapter eight

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mickoli:

MICKOLI:
tell me you didn't overpack
i don't need to be hauling
a heavy suitcase through the airport

IRISH:
are you kidding me??
there's no way you're offering to take my suitcase
mick actually being a gentleman
how sweet

MICKOLI:
seb actually told me to

IRISH:
liar
i'm boarding anyway
see you later

AFTER TEXTING MICK, Iris boarded her plane. Before she could even think about touchdown in Bahrain, she had to survive the flight first.

When booking her flight, she had missed the fact she could fly directly from Monaco to Bahrain. But also didn't mind the fact she couple spend a couple hours at home with her brother and grandma before setting off to Niece and catching her flight.

The seven hour flight had given her enough time to go through her song journal, something she'd kept very personal, and look through the vast amount of songs written down in there. Sometimes, chuckling to herself at the lyrics she had written when she was much younger.

When a new album has sprung to mind a couple months back, she knew exactly what she wanted the album to be about. And she definitely knew she wanted to tour this time around.

There was one song she knew she had to add to the album, Augusta. Written from her brothers point of view, and the struggles he's endured through his teenage years. The idea he had had multiple times of wanting to runaway to a town in America with a new start.

Where no-one would know who he was.

She wanted him to know he was not alone, that people had similar thoughts or experiences to him.

The song would be tenth on the album, his favorite number. The remainder of the songs, Iris had no clue. Painkillers, written about Scotty revealed a lot about their relationship in the 2 minute song. But it was something Iris wanted to put out there.

Painkillers had been one of those songs that came to her without thought, the beat and the lyrics. It had actually come to her in the bath, meaning she had to scrabble around her room - soaking wet - as she searched for her notebook to write the lyrics down before she forgot them.

Her first album had been short and mainly focused on the bad side of a relationship, how Scotty made her feel half the time. But this time around, she wanted more songs that reflected the feeling of falling of love. The decision that you're for real this time. And a slow development of growth, to someone who can really love another.

If only Iris could meet someone who actually feels this way.

CHARLES WAS BORED. To put it simply. It was media day, although there was a buzz around it being the first race of the season, he found the questions to be repetitive. But he put a smile on his face and answered the questions with grace.

Thankfully, Charles didn't have to struggle by himself. Compared to past years when it would be just two drivers in the same press conference room, it was now groups of five. And on this day the Ferrari driver was joined by Mick, Max, LANDO NORRIS and ZHOU GUANYU.

And by the time it had ended, Charles emerged into conversation with Guanyu. The only rookie in this season of formula one, he gave his best advice to the rookie. The best advice he could give without revealing too many of his secrets.

Mick however was not emerging into the separate conversations and was staring at his phone screen with a frown, quickly typing a response to who Charles presumed to be his friend.

"You alright, mate?" Charles asked, his accent filling the room, Mick's head snapped up. Looking like a deer caught in headlights. "You look a bit worried."

"I'm alright." Mick confirmed, before continuing to speak. "It just seems my friend got lost in the airport."

Charles and Guanyu furrowed their eyebrows, Zhou asking the question they desperately wanted the answer to. "How do you get lost in an airport?" Of course, the drivers had much more experience in an airport but surely someone had more common sense to know their way around the place. Surely?

"Let's just say that my friend isn't the sharpest tool in the shed."

irish:

IRISH:
MICK
HELP ME
PLEASE GOOD LORD
SOMEONE HELP ME
I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW
BUT I GOT LOST

MICKOLI:
how do you get lost in an airport

IRISH:
YOU SOUND REALLY JUDGMENTAL
OKAY
not all of us fly in private jets mick 🙄
and we have to take normal planes
that land in normal places
and then have to walk out the front door
when was the last time you did that??

MICKOLI:
not that long ago tbh

IRISH:
lie
anyway
let's not forget the time you got lost
in the airport
before the schumacher x blanche
annual winter holiday
that was funny

MICKOLI:
i was nine??
and left to my own devices in the duty free shop
what did people expect me to do??

IRISH:
people didn't expect you
to follow a random man
and claim he looked like your dad
when in reality
they looked nothing alike 😭

MICKOLI:
if you don't stop this i'm not picking you up
i'm tired of this bullying!

IRISH:
get a grip
and come find me
this is like one of our hide and seek games!!

MICKOLI:
help 😭
someone just asked me in my press conference
if i was alright
that's just how concerned i am for your safety 💔

IRISH:
you're such a liar

MICKOLI:
well tbh
i am quite worried
that you're going to get kidnapped
but then i realized no one would want you
so i'm on my way
considering
i'm the only one who would take the charity case 🙄

IRISH:
watch your back
mick schumacher

MICKOLI:
sorry
my head doesn't turn that far back

IRISH:
not impressed mickoli

MICKOLI:
didn't ask you to be 😁
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Despite his many messages laced in sarcasm, he was excited to see Iris. But, he was also excited for her to be back in an F1 paddock.

And was just preparing for all the ways he could embarrass her. The first step started with a classic welcome sign, used to usually alert passengers of their driver.

Mick, before leaving his car to pick up Iris, has found a crumpled piece of scrap paper in his back seat. Alongside a light green sharpie, it was just destiny that Mick was to embarrass the singer - who had barely been in the country an hour.

And once he'd accidentally opened the glovebox, he found a bright purple wig. Considering this was a rental car he could only wonder what had gone on previously...?

Iris was sat on the floor of the airport, trying to get her phone to charge faster by acting as if it wasn't there. She ate an apple as she waited for a small sign of life from Mick. Which she had been waiting for for at least half an hour.

Her eyes began to feel a little droopy, causing those around her to stare at her as she slapped her cheeks in an attempt to keep herself awake. It hadn't even been that bad of a flight, Iris was just tried from the time zone changes and the hour she had woken up that morning.

Mick being much later than he had intended had also been playing on her bad mood. You can only sit on an airport room for so long.

Her mood instantly changed and her eyes were suddenly wide open when she saw her phone screen light up, praying that it wasn't a DragonCity notification.

A squeal escaped her mouth when Mick had finally alerted her of his presence in the pick up zone. Wherever that was.

Mick was growing tired of leaning against a pillar in the airport, he was also getting a bit hot under his fluorescent purple wig. He was just praying that Iris' reaction would be worth all the stares he was receiving.

When he saw a neon green hoodie slowly coming down the escalator he stood up straighter, a wide smile being planted in his face.

Iris had avoided looking at the man in the purple wig, deep down she hoped it wasn't Mick. But she was also smart than that, and knew it was most definitely Mick. But if Iris was to be honest with you, she'd say Mick absolutely rocked a purple wig.

People watched as the pair of bright colored items reunited, Mick swinging Iris into a hug.

She chuckled into the crook of his neck, "You look like an absolute prick."

"There's that French accent I haven't missed." Mick said.

Iris may have lived in Monaco and spent many months in England but she never lost that French touch to her accent, it was something that followed her everywhere. And she was not ashamed to hide her accent and most definitely wasn't afraid to use some words she had picked up traveling around the world.

"I just haven't missed you at all." Iris stated, taking her hoodie off straight away. Leaving her in grey joggers and a neon green t-shirt. Mick followed her actions, but instead took off his wig. "Shame. It made you look a lot better."

Mick rolled his eyes. "Come on. You're already late." He commented, pulling up the handle on her suitcase.

"I'm sorry, this airport is just massive!" Iris complained to him as they walked out the door, finding it almost unbelievable that no one else has ever got lost in the airport.

"You need to get out more." Mick told her as he put her suitcase in the boot of his rental, turning around when heard the snap of a camera.

He frowned when he realized it was Iris who had taken the picture, "What did you take that for?"

"To prove you are actually nice to me sometimes."

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"Get your feet off the dashboard." Mick moaned as the car came to a stop at the traffic lights. Who could blame him for wanting to keep the rental clean? But who could also blame him for not wanting to see Iris' poorly decorated crocs.

"Don't tell me what to do." Iris childishly told him, a mischievous grin on her face as she knew how to wind Mick up. "I'm older, I should be telling you what to do."

"Shut up." Mick rolled his eyes, "Age doesn't show maturity Iris. Plus, my rental car, my rules."

Iris laughed, trying to keep a straight face as Mick stared at her. "Technically it's not your rental car. Someone actually has loaned it to you for a short period of time, meaning it is not-"

Mick exhaled, realizing inviting Iris to the grand pix may not have been his smartest idea. Knowing he would have to deal with her all weekend, Mick also knew Iris knew exactly which buttons to push.

It was going to be a long weekend for Mick Schumacher.

AUTHORS NOTE:
now i need your advice

shall i publish this?! but it will be following the f1 season after summer break so it won't be uploaded for a while? or shall i leave it a while?