VettelFerrari-Here ya go, my girl! I would be lying if I said I didn't stare at this gif for a few seconds...more like minutes...haha

You cleared your let throat as you stepped into the garage, not really looking forward to this interview. Sure, he was a well-known racer and obviously really attractive, you just didn't want to have to deal with his 'celebrity attitude'. Plus, this was your sixth interview with leading racers today alone. You were dying in these heels.

The sound and camera crew were rushing around and you could hear the snap of a camera. Stepping out of a red Ferrari was Sebastian Vettel. You expected him to look good in person but not THAT good. You couldn't help yourself but watch as he made putting on a jacket look hot. You let out a breath and shook your head. Now would not be the time to woo over your interviewees, no matter how attractive they looked in black leather jackets.

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, forgetting for the third time that the stylist had done it up. He ignored the groan from behind him as he did a few more poses with the car and his jacket. He sat down on the hood, stretched his legs out and crossed them at the ankle. He was about to stare into the camera when a bit of movement off to the side caught his eye.

Usually, he was used to women sneaking in to catch a glimpse of the all famous Vettel Ferrari but he wasn't used to a striking woman in pencil skirts and heels looking at him like he burnt dinner. This new visitor caused him to forget what he was doing and lose his balance, slipping a bit. People rushed forward to help but you stayed where you were, snickering behind your hand as he kindly refused help.

The camera man called for another shoot but you lifted your hand, coming to reveal yourself to the uptight photographer. "Pardon me but I was scheduled to have an interview with him. The camera crew can agree with me." You nodded to the operators around you.

The camera man huffed, rolling his eyes and bringing up his camera. "Too bad sweetheart. You'll have to wait your turn to be anywhere near anyone so important. Go back to your groupies." He took a couple of shots despite the distasteful look on Sebastian's face.

Sebastian took a step forward, covering his face from the camera and extending his hand to you. "Forgive me, I had forgotten until you mentioned it just now. Sebastian Vettel." He smiled at you before shooing the photography crew to step back.

You took his hand, shaking it. "(Y/n) (L/n). It's quite alright. Had you forgotten entirely I would not have thrown a fit." You glanced at the photographer giving you the stink eye a few feet away.

Sebastian chuckled. "Sorry about him. He likes to think he's the only one who gets to have a special attendance with The Great Vettel Ferrari." He gestured his arms to himself and bowed deeply.

You let out a small laugh. "Oh then let me say how humbled I am that you have granted me such a privilege." You curtsied, earning you a laugh in return.

Sebastian looked at you, a small smiled pulling at his lips. "Miss (L/n), may I offer you a seat as your crew gets ready?" He extended his arm for you to take.

You couldn't help but blush lightly as you took his arm. He was proving to be a lot more agreeable than you had initially assumed. Perhaps the interview will go a lot smoother than you expected. But of course, the Fates had other plans. As Sebastian took you to the little area where your crew was setting up, you found yourself suddenly in pain.

You let out a small gasp as one of your ankles rolled, causing you to lean heavily on Sebastian and grasp on to him as you fell to the floor. Luckily, Sebastian was not only strong but had quick reflexes. He caught you under your arms and made sure you were leaning on him as he helped you up.

"Are you alright?" He looked you over but then noticed you favoring your foot.

You let out a nervous laugh as you tried to stand and put weight on it but you found yourself falling back into his arms. "It seems as though my feet are trying to tell me something." You tried not to admire the feel of his toned body under your touch but you did commit it to memory for times of great loneliness.

Looking around Sebastian checked to make sure no one was paying close attention before he leaned in close, making your already red face a bit warmer. "How about I take you to my "secret" snack room. I go there to hide from unwanted fans or when I am a bit peckish and ready for a nap." He winked to help you feel a bit better.

You smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I would like that. But only for a moment. I would hate to monopolize your time."

Sebastian moved to hold your hand in his in front of him as he wrapped his other arm around to you subtly support you as he directed you to the "secret" snack room. "I promise not to tell the camera crew."

You bit your lip against a big smile as the two of you somewhat hobbled to a narrow door that you would have missed if you weren't looking for it. Next to it, Sebastian plugged in a code into a keypad turning a red light green. He helped you in before closing the door behind him. the room wasn't too small but wasn't huge either. It had two chairs, a vending machine, mini fridge, cupboards and a nice looking couch that faced a pretty decent sized tv. He set you on the couch, making sure you were alright before he went to grab an ice pack.

You looked around the room that looked well lived in and looked after. "So I take it you come here often."

Sebastian chuckled as he knelt down in front of you, gingerly taking off your shoe and placing the ice pack on your now slightly swollen ankle. "More times than my contractors would like. But I find it's nice to have some me time before a race or press conference. Plus it comes in handy when needing to sneak away for a few moments." He smirked.

Your faced reddened again, though you weren't sure exactly why. "Thank you then, for disclosing such a secret hideout to a lowly journalist such as myself."

Sebastian looked up at you and smiled. Your heart stopped for a moment but started up again when hit picked up your injured leg gently and moved it, pivoting you, so it sat across his lap as he sat next to you. "I hope you know what level of secrecy you are now under. If you dare disclose it's location, I fear I will have to hunt you down and punish you."

You tried to feign a scared face but his wording made you lose it. You busted out laughing causing him to join along. Sebastian found he liked the sound of your laugh and the way your whole face smiled.

He shook his head as he checked your ankle. It was looking a bit better. "Forgive me, that was a poor choice of words." He chuckled a bit of the laugh still stuck with him.

 You shook our head and waved your hand dismissively. "I'm not sorry. I haven't laughed that hard in a while. Thank you."

Sebastian looked over at you and took a moment to look you over thoroughly. You didn't mind because you were doing the same to him. His hair was done in such a way that you suddenly itched to reach up and run your hand through it. Sebastian liked your ankle so it was no surprise he found himself liking the rest of you.

Sebastian cleared his throat. "How are you feeling now?"

You blinked then looked down at your ankle. "It aches but feels much better than before."

Not ready to leave the room and join other people just yet, Sebastian searched his brain for things to say. But you beat him to it.It was kind of your job to always have questions ready to spark a discussion.

"So, what first prompted you to make such a secret base for yourself." You looked at him earnestly, honestly excited to know the answer. He was truly turning out to be a very kind man.

Sebastian chuckled deeply. "Noe that is a story I feel needs never to leave this room."

You sat up straighter and nodded. "Of course, I am known to be a wise confidant." You winked.

Sebastian shook his head then leaned back a bit. "Alright so..."

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The two of you stayed in that room for almost two hours just talking about this and that until your phone went off with your crew telling you to get back and get the interview going. Sebastian was reluctant to leave, he quite liked talking with you. But he feared if there wasn't an interview to be had he would find himself talking to you for hours and hours on end.

You pretty much felt the same way. But there was something else bothering you. Your heart. You didn't think you would ever fall for a man like him but you soon found you wanted a man every bit like him. How ironic.

The interview went great. Better than great, really. The two of you spoke as if you were old friends. Sebastian made sure you were comfortable and that your ankle wasn't paining you too much. He even demanded to have your number so you could tell him if you needed anything. Such the gentleman.

But there was something he knew all too well that could possibly come from an interview with him. Especially, since you were a female and all. Sebastian had not only gotten your number but your address. You were skeptical but he gave you a sly look.

"It's just in case. Besides, think of it as collateral for *ahem*," he leaned in close, " the you-know-where that I have so genially let you in on." He winked and you rolled your eyes.

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Three days later you had no idea you would be ever so grateful you gave a man your address just hours after getting to know him. You woke up that morning to loud banging on your door. You rolled out of bed and scratched your head.

"Come on now. It's way too early for this." You opened the door and you were in shock.

There stood a sea of reporters with cameras and microphones. Blinding flashes erupted and yelling voices drowned each other's questions into a deafening roar. But you could understand what they were wanting to know. Are you the woman the Ferrari star has been waiting for? You slammed your door shut and leaned against it.

What in the world?

Perhaps that interview went too well.

You ran to your phone and quickly pulled up the conversation you and Seb were having just the night before. You smiled at the goodnight text he sent but you were quickly reminded of the situation at hand. You saw the reporters were still looking for ways to get a shot, even if that meant sitting on each other's shoulders to look through your kitchen window.

You took your phone and a quick change of clothes into your bathroom where you contacted the only human you had contact with who would have such a following. Sebastian's soothing voice came over the other line and told you to get changed and try to meet him in an alleyway where he can pick you up.

You rubbed your face. "I swear I didn't say anything about the snack room."

Sebastian chuckled on the other end. "That has yet to be confirmed."  But then he went quiet for a few seconds. "I'm sorry you-"

You stopped him right there. "Seb, it's alright. I'll see you in thirty minutes. I would hate for them to think I'm getting gussied up for them."

YOuhung up and quickly started changing. Thirty minutes later you found yourself sneaking out your back bathroom window and down a fire escape to the alleyway that Seb was going to meet you in. It wasn't hard for you to spot his trademark red car.

The door opened and he stepped out, rushing up to you and taking our hands, looking you over. "They didn't bother you too much did they?" His eyes searched your face.

You shook your head. "No, I'm alright." You looked back at his car then up at him. "So what now."

Sebastian smiled wide and shrugged. "That's up to you love. where do you want to go?"

Your heart skipped at his endearment. But your stomach growled. "Breakfast first, please. I need food."

Sebastian chuckled and nodded. "Then breakfast it is." He walked you over to the car and opened the door for you. "Hop in."

You did just that and you giggled with glee. It was very nice inside. You turned back to him but was greeted with a small kiss on the cheek.

"Buckle up, I don't tend to be here for very much longer. I have a feeling you are going to like the way she drives." He shut your door then got in on his side.

You just let him drive and talk. A smile was plastered on your face and you couldn't stop thinking about his little kiss. Good thing you didn't call in sick that day of the interview like you had planned. Good thing you wore those stupid high heels. Lost in thought you reached over and took his hand that was happily accepted as the two of you raced away from the intrusive reporters and the annoying flashes, the both of you excited to be in each other's company again.

I honestly wanna punch myself...I keep making these a taaaaad too long. Sorry :|