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Cressway

AN: Hey guys this is my first reader insert for Eddie Diaz. Please enjoy!

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The day Eddie Diaz walked into 118 house Y/N knew there was something about him. Aside from his good looks, he had this presence about him that made her feel like she could immediately trust him. It had taken her a while to fully trust her other team mates but some how with him its different. The two of you had become fast friends and spent a lot of your free time together with Christopher and sometimes Buck.

One day things just suddenly changed. There had been a school shooting and somehow the LAPD had not been aware that there were two offenders. Once Athena and her team had the first offender in custody the 118 had been given the all clear to enter the building and help the victims. Y/N and Hen made their way in first. School shootings had always been hard for Y/N, no one but Bobby knew the reason for it but the team had always noticed. Y/N lead the way towards one of the classrooms where she heard crying. “Fire Department, we’re here to help,” she called out. She saw a young man look out the glass before slowly opening the door. “Are you hurt?”

“No but my friend is,” the young man pointed towards another boy who was surrounded by several other students. Y/N made her way over to him. He had taken a bullet to his stomach and had lost a lot of blood. She noticed that the other kids were scared which wasn’t unusual given the trauma they had just been through but none of them tried to leave.  Y/N looked towards Hen who she saw had also noticed.

“Its okay, we’ve got him. If you’re not hurt you can head outside.”

Several of the kids shook their heads, Y/N knew something was wrong. “Hen, we gonna need a back board. He cant walk out here.” Hen reached for her radio but Y/N stopped her. “Can you get it?” The look Y/N gave her made Hen worry but she got up and nodded. As she headed to the door Y/N said, “Tell Cap, it’s Cressway.” Hen looked at her questioningly but Y/N shook her head, “Go, I really need the back board.”

Once Hen was gone Y/N turned her attention to the boy on the ground. It didn’t look good and she really didn’t think he was going to make it, but she had to try. “Ok I’m gonna need some help.” She turned to a young blond girl. “What’s your name?”

“Hayley,” she replied softly.

“Okay Hayley I need you to keep pressure on...”

“Jeremy.”

Y/N smiled lightly, “Jeremy’s wound. Press down really hard ok. Can you do that?” Hayley nodded. “Good.” Y/n leaned down to take a better look and soften her voice, “Who?”

Hayley looked at her before moving her eyes over to the young man who had opened the door. He was pacing now and seemed very agitated. “Okay, we’re gonna get out of here.”

 

Something didn’t feel right and Hen rushed to get the back board. She needed to speak to speak to Bobby but something told her not to do it over the air. She spotted Athena and rushed over. “Have you seen Bobby?”

“He went in after you guys, said something about the library. What’s up?”

“Somethings wrong.”

“Wrong how?”

“Hen,” they turned around as her captain and Eddie came out helping a young wounded girl who was bleeding from her leg. She rushed over.

“Cap, somethings wrong.”

“What is it?”

“Y/N said to mention Cressway.”

“Cressway? What does that mean?” Eddie asked.

Hen was about to say something when she noticed the look on her Captains face, “Where is she?” he asked.

“Inside. Cap what is it?”

“There’s a second shooter.”

“Are you sure?” Athena asked her husband.

“Yes.”

Athena grabbed her radio and called it in just as a gun shot went off.

 

Her ears were ringing, the gun had gone off right next to her ear but she had managed to take down the shooter. She looked up at the scared kids in front of her and told them to leave, “Its safe now.”

They didn’t need to be told twice and raced for the door. Y/n sat down and leaned against the wall, “I really hate school shootings.” She reached for her radio, “All clear, suspect is down.”

Two seconds later Eddie was in front of her, running his hands over her body checking for any injuries. “Hey Diaz, if you wanted to cop a feel all you had to do was ask,” she joked.

“Not funny Hartley.” He got up and reached out his hand before pulling her up alongside him.

“Are you mad at me Eddie?” she asked at the tone of his voice.

“What were you thinking? You could have been killed.”

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him, “I was doing my job. PD gave us the clear. Last I checked I’m a firefighter.”

“You are not a cop. You should have like them handle the guy. When you thought something was up you call in.”

She shook her head, “I’m not arguing with you. I did what I had to diffuse the situation and help those kids.”

“That wasn’t your call.”

“Excuse me? I’m head paramedic.”

That’s enough!” Bobby step in. “Y/n I want you to go get checked out. Diaz go help Buck and the others to search.”

“But Cap,” she began.

“Don’t wanna hear it. That’s an order.”

With one final glare at Eddie, she shook her head and went to follow her boss’ instructions.

 

Pulling back into headquarters Y/n was still fuming at the way her friend and co worker had spoken to her, like she was some sort of child. As soon as the engine came to a stop she hop out and headed straight for the showers. Sitting down on the bench she took a deep breath and allowed herself a chance to process everything.

“Y/n?”

She looked up, “Hi Cap.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head, “ Not really.”

He nodded in understanding but still made his way over and sat down next to her. “I know that this was hard for you.”

“Its the job. I’ve handled school shootings before.”

“Not like this one, not since Cressway.”

“I really don’t wanna talk about it.”

“I know. But regardless I want you to take the day.”

“Are you benching me?”

“No, I’m telling you to take the day and do something relaxing. Something that will take your mind off what I know your thinking off. Maybe Luke is around.”

She smiled at the thought of her boyfriend. She nodded, maybe Cap was right. It had been a long day. “Ok.”

He got up and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You did good.”

“ Thanks Cap.”

 

“Eddie?”

The young man looked up from his plate and gave his boss a questioning look. “Yeah?”

Bobby sat down, “What was that about back at the school?”

Eddie knew what he was talking about. To be honest he didn’t even know what had come over him. When he had heard that gun shot go off, it had scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t lose Y/N. She was his best friend. “I don’t know Bobby. When I heard that gun shot, I panicked. I don’t even want to think about losing her.”

“DO you have feelings for her?”

Eddie shook his head frantically, “No way....I mean yeah she’s my best friend.”

“Bobby nodded, “We all care about her Eddie, but we trust each other here. We just each other to do our jobs and that’s what she did.”

“How did you know Cap? About the second shooter?”

“Not my story to tell.” Bobby got up. “Just trust her.”

“Luke, you home?” Yn called out into his apartment as she walked in.

“Hey babe. You’re home early.” the Australian man who had stolen her heart 5 years ago smiled as he walked into the kitchen. He was a lawyer who worked from home and the two had met at the courthouse one afternoon during a fire.

“Hey,” she sighed as he pulled her into his arms.

“Is everything ok?”

“No,” she mumbles into his shirt.

“What happened?”

“School shooting.”

He pulled her tighter, rubbing her back. “Wanna talk about it?”

She shook her head. “Are you busy or can you distract me?”

“Mmm, that depends on what kind of distraction you want,” he smirked.

“Mind out the gutter. I thought maybe a hike.”

“You know I would do anything for you but I have a zoom meeting in like an HR.”

“Its ok.” She reached up and kissed him. “Thought I’d try my luck.”

“How about dinner? That little French restaurant you love so much.”

“Sounds perfect. I’m gonna go on that hike so long. I’ll see you later.”

“Pick you up at 8. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

 

That night as he lay in bed Eddie had the worst nightmare and now he just tossed and turned, unable to get the image of Yn out of his head. He knew it had been just a dream and that she was perfectly safe but the thought of her been hurt, haunted him.

“Hey, you awake?” he messaged her.

“Yep. What’s up?”

“Can’t sleep. U?”

“Me neither.”

“You wanna get some coffee? Christopher is at a friends.”

“Sure, or you could come here?”

“I’ll be there now.”

Sitting on her balcony they had foregone the coffee and we’re nursing a few beers. He could tell she wasn’t herself. “What’s wrong?”

“Today was just hard. And you having a go at me didn’t help.”

“I’m sorry. When I heard the gunshot, I got scared.”

“Ok. I guess it hasn’t missed your attention that school shootings are hard for me.”

“I’ve noticed.”

She sighed. “Back in high school it was just a normal day. All of a sudden during lunch Randy Hurst a senior opened fire. A few of us managed to get out of the lunch hall and hid in the library.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I lost my brother that day. Along with 15 others.”

He took her hand in his, “I’m sorry.”

She smiled at him. “The worst part was that there were two shooters. No one knew about the other boy until he pulled out a gun. He was in the library with us. Police responded quickly and some students were able tackle Randy but Aiden was still there. He had been friends with Luke, my brother. He had run with us and just sat there head in his hands. At the time it didn’t seem weird. We were all scared. But when we heard the sirens Aiden started talking to himself, like he was going mad.”

“Maybe he was having second thoughts?” Eddie asked as he brushed his thumb along her hand.

“That’s what he said. He was prepared and ready but something stopped him and when Randy started shooting, Aiden panicked. He ran with us. I still don’t know what happened, why he hesitated then decided

 shoot in the library. I never asked him, I was too scared.”

“How did it end?”

“We could hear officers coming towards us. Shouting to let us know so we wouldn’t be afraid so some of us got up and tried to get to the door. But Aiden pulled a gun and shot Alicia Mount. He rushed the door and made us get back.

“Second shooter! I repeat we have a second shooter!”

We could hear officers shooting right outside the door bit no one came in. Alicia just lay on the floor, blood pooling from her back.

“Aiden, what the hell are you doing?” my brother Luke asked, voice shaking.

I have never seen him scared before except when our grandpa was sick and dying.

“Get back!!!” the shooter screamed waving the gun in front of Luke.

I walk forward slowly and take my brother’s hand. “Luke…”

“Stay back Ynn.” Luke looked at me and I looked back pleading with my eyes for him to not do any thing stupid. He got the message and moved away slowly from Aiden, one hand raised in surrender, the other clutching mine tightly. A mere few minutes later a young boy, most likely a junior tries to sneak out but Aiden spots him and raises his gun. Luke took the opportunity to tackle the boy. A single shot rings out. Luke grimaces and I knew he had been hit but he won’t let go of the boy. “Run!”

Most of the group didn’t need to be told twice but I didn’t want to leave my brother.

“Dammit Yn go!!!!”

Tears in my eyes I run for the door and as I round the corner I run into a police officer. He is asking me something but I can’t hear him. We have to help Luke. “My brother he’s….” another shot and it’s only because the officer had grabbed onto me tight that kept me from racing to him.

Several other officers slowly make their way towards the library. A few minutes later one comes back and asks me to come with him. I hesitate but follow him. Luke and Aiden are both laying on the floor. “Who is it?”

I point at Aiden who I can see is still alive. Luke is still. The police roughly pull Aiden up and hand cuff him, mindful of his bleeding arm. I rush to my brother.

“Luke? Luke?” he doesn’t open his eyes. His stomach is covered in blood. “Wake up!”

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. It’s a paramedic.

“Please help him!”

He nodded as another man joined him and the police man from earlier pulls me up and leads me outside.

“Luke died on the way to the hospital.”

Eddie pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. “He sounds like a hero.”

She sniffled before pulling back. “He was. So many more could have died that day.”

They sat there for a while before he remembered something. “What’s Cressway?”

“His last name. Aiden Cressway.”

“Where is he now?”

“Locked away for the rest of his life. After the trial my parents moved us to LA. My grandparents on my mom’s side lived here and they felt we needed a new start. When I became a paramedic and joined the department I didn’t tell anyone but when I joined the 118 we had to respond to a shooting at an elementary school. It was my first one since that day and Cap called me out. That’s when I told him everything. He promised it would stay between us and I’ve managed to handle it.”

“That’s why he looked at you before we got to the school?”

She nodded. “He tries to take care of me.”

“He cares about you. We all do.”

The way he said that made her feel different and the way he was looking at her caused her to blush. She took a breath. “Today was the first time I’ve experienced a unknown second shooter.”

“You did a good job today. I over heard some of the kids talking afterwards. You saved their lives.”

“I just thought about what Luke had done.”

“Promise me though you won’t do that again?”

She looked up at him in annoyance. “Can we not do this again Eddie? I did my job.”

“I know.” He threaded his fingers with hers. “But I can’t lose you.”

She soften her look and brushed her free hand against his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere Eddie. But I can’t not do my job.”

“I suppose,” he got up and walked inside and she could see there was something else.

“Is there something you’re not saying?” she got up and followed him.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know Eddie, you tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“No please, share what’s on your mind!”

“I can’t lose you!” he snapped.

“We established that already!” she fired back taking a step closer. “Its our job. We’ve been doing it for years. Why all of a sudden are you acting like this?”

“I’m gonna go.”

“Edmund Diaz! I promise if you walk out that door……”

“What? Huh?” he closing the gap between them. “What are you gonna do Yn?”

He was so close that she could feel his breath against her skin. His eyes piercing into hers. She took a shaky breath and took a step back. “What did I do?”

“You could have been hurt or worse.”

She shook her head and tried to walk away, annoyed with the conversation now. He grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against him, lips crashing against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Wrapping his hands around her waist he tried to pull her closer, never removing his lips from hers. As his fingers brushed against her exposed skin between her pants and top she gasped. Using it to his advantage he slip his tongue into her mouth. Neither wanted to stop but air was becoming a necessity and when they final broke apart they both had to catch their breath. “I’m in love with you.” He whispered against her lips.

She stepped back, “What?”

He let her step back but refused to let go of her hands. “I’ve been for a while. I only knew for certain when I hard that shot. So many things raced through my mind as I was racing inside. How I might not get to tell you how I feel. How we could be a family, you, me and Christopher. How there is so much I want to do with you and share with you.”

“Eddie?”

“You make my life so much better since you came into it. I always felt like there was this hole, like something was missing and nothing could fix it. Then I met you and you became my best friend. It felt like I had finally found my missing piece.”

“I care about you too, I’ll be honest and say that I do have feelings for you too but I have a boyfriend.”

He nodded sadly, “I know. I just…..I needed you to know.”

“I’m sorry Eddie.”

 

Over the next few weeks things between Yn and Eddie felt awkward and the team noticed. Buck and Chin had tried talking to Eddie and Hen had tried with Yn but neither of the two wanted to talk about it. Exactly 2 months after that kiss Christopher walked into the kitchen and confronted his father.

“Why doesn’t Yn come over anymore? Did you have a fight?”

“Its complicated buddy.”

“Well just tell her you love her and fix it.” Eddie was surprised that his son knew about his feelings and it showed. “I see the way you look at her. How happy you are when she’s around.”

Eddie sighed. “She knows but it’s too late. She has a boyfriend.”

“Its only too late if you give up. And it looks like you have.” Christopher walked out the room.

An hour later Eddie went to his son’s room to try and explain but when he open the door Christopher wasn’t there. “Chris?” he went through the entire apartment calling out for his son, his panic starting to increase. He grabbed his phone and called Yn.

“Hello?”

“Christopher’s gone.”

 

She had just sat down, flipping on the TV when her cellphone rang. Eddie.

“Hello?”

“Christopher’s gone.”

“Where was the last you saw him?” she asked jumping up and racing for the door. As she opened it she felt her the panic in her chest subside. She sighed in relief. “He’s here.”

“I’m on my way “

She put down the call and pulled the young boy into a tight hug well as tight as he would allow. “You scared us. Your dad is worried.”

“I’m sorry.”

After making sure Christopher was all ok and getting him some juice she sat down next to him on the sofa.

“Why did you run away?”

He looked down at the glass in his hand. “You and Dad are fighting and I don’t like it. You never come by anymore.”

She felt ashamed. In the last two months Eddie had done his best to avoid her and at first she had tried but eventually gave up. She hadn’t thought about the boy sitting here. “Christopher, I’m so sorry. What ever is going on with your dad and we shouldn’t have let it affect you.”

“Do you love my dad?”

She sighed, “Yes but it’s not that easy.” She added seeing the hopeful look on his face.

“How come? Is it because of Luke?”

“Luke was a factor yes.”

“Why can’t it just be simple? You love dad and he loves you.”

Before she could answer there was a knock at the door. “How many speed limits did you break?” she jokingly asked Eddie as he stood there.

“A few.”

“He’s on the sofa. Don’t be too hard on him.”

Eddie smiled softly at her, knowing just how much she cared for his son.

“Hey bud. You scared me.” He said sitting down next to him.

“I’m sorry dad. I just wanted to see Yn.”

“I know and I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I made a mistake and it affected you.”

“Does this mean that you too won’t be fighting anymore?”

“I hope not,” Eddie replied glancing over at his friend. She nodded in agreement but had a funny look on her face.

“Hey bud,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and handed it to his son. “I’m gonna chat to Yn real quick. Why don’t you watch something?”

“Ok.”

Eddie smiled before getting up and nudge his head towards the balcony. She silently followed him. After stepping outside he closed the sliding door behind him.

“Did you mean that?” she asked.

“What?”

“Kissing me was a mistake?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” he honestly replied.

“Why?”

“Because it broke our friendship.”

“No, that was you deciding to be an ass.”

“I’m an idiot.”

“No arguments here.”

“Yn, it’s hard. Watching you be with someone else.”

“Well maybe if you had talked to me you would know that Luke and I broke up.”

“What?” he asked.

She nodded. “A month ago.”

“What happened?”

“His brother got in an accident and he went home to Sydney. It was supposed to be for a two weeks but he realized how much he missed Australia and his family. Lucky for him his firm has an office over there.”

“So he just left you?”

“He asked me to go with. But I don’t want to leave LA, my family, the 118….you.”

“Me?” he asked moving closer to her. He didn’t want to get his hopes up but he also didn’t want to miss an opportunity.

“Yeah. I wanted to tell you but you weren’t talking to me and I haven’t really told anyone. They just think he is helping his family and will be home soon. And you’re  seeing someone.”

“Marisol and I went on two dates and that was it.”

“Why?”

“Christopher and you. I thought maybe he was just being difficult. Didn’t like the idea of someone taking his mom’s place. But turns out it’s because it wasn’t you.”

She turned to look at the boy inside, she loved him and she was in love with his dad. She had missed them terribly even though she saw Eddie everyday at work. “So where does this leave us?”

“I miss you, and if we are just friends then I’ll make it work. I just need you.”

“And what if I don’t want to be just friends?” she asked closing the gap between them.

He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer, then I would be the happiest guy alive.”

“No more fighting or running.”

“Just you and me.”

“And Christopher.”

He chuckled, “And Christopher.” He kissed her.

“Oh,” she pulled back slightly. “And no getting mad at each other for doing our jobs.”

“As long as you don’t do anything risky.”

She arched a brow, “Me?”

He nodded.

“It was one time. You on the other hand…..”

She never got to finish her sentence as he swiftly kissed her once more.

 

Back inside Christopher click on the contact and dialed the number. As soon as it was answered he said with a smile. “Hey Buck it worked.”

If either Eddie or Yn found out Buck had been in on the plan…..he was a died man.

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TOGETHER

Best friends are always there for each other. Yes they will fight and not always agree on everything but if one of them is hurting, it’s the best friends job to help in an way they can. Charles Leclerc and Yn D’Marco were two such friends. They had met in Kindergarten when a young boy had pushed her off the swings. Charles had pushed the boy back and helped her up and since that day they had been inseparable. The Leclerc family had become her second family especially since her mom had disappeared when she was 2. Maria D’Marco had not been built for motherhood as she said and had decided she wanted to see the world with her hippie boyfriend Tommy. Her father Alistair was a wonderful man who loved life and especially his daughter. Having no siblings, she had quickly been adopted by Lorenzo and Arthur as their little sister. Yn had been there through all the trials and tribulations, the death of Jules and Hervé. His highs and lows and even his girlfriends. Yn was unfortunately the typical girl best friend having realised her feelings for him when he had started dating Giada. But thankfully she was not the type of girl to mope around and pine for him. It also helped that for the most part she got along great with his girlfriends. Except his latest girlfriend Alexandra. For some reason Alex had an attitude with the blonde and hated whenever Charles would spend time with his friend going so far as to worm her way into their plans and even manipulating him into cancelling them. One such occasion was about to occur. Yn’s 26th birthday was approaching and since it fell in the 3 week break between races the Leclerc boys and Yn had organised a week long trip/birthday celebration in Las Vegas. It was something Yn had been looking forward to for months. With her ever growing photography business and his races they hadn’t gotten to see each other in months and Facetiming wasn’t the same. She missed her friend terribly and so had he.

Two weeks before the trip Alex was laying on the bed watching Charles get ready for some event. She didn’t want to join him so her friends were coming over. She saw his phone ping indicating a message and she rolled her eyes seeing her name. Yn had not done anything to her other than being his friend and she was jealous of the girl because Alexandra believed he had feelings for the girl. When Charles headed into the bathroom, she grabbed his phone. “Hey Charlie. Good luck tonight. I know how much you hate these things. 😊 But Las Vegas is almost here.”

“Not if I can help it,” she thought. That night while Charles was gone she and her friends began planning to keep the two friends apart. By the time he had gotten back, she had talked or more so guilted him into a romantic getaway for the two of them to Bali. And the temptress had even made him forget about how he was going to lie to Yn.

 

“Hey Charlie,” Yn smiled as she answered the phone. “You started packing yet?”

“Hey Ynn,” he sighed. “About that.”

“Everything ok?”

“I won’t be able to make it this year.”

“What?”

“The team hasn’t done particularly well so far and they want to work over the break to improve if we stand a chance at the championship. I’m sorry Cherie. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“I understand. Sucks though.”

“I know. Believe me I would rather be spending time with you but I need to do this.” He lied to spare her feelings but he seemed to forget that he was famous and sooner or later she would find out the truth.

Three days into the trip Yn was sitting at the hotel pool, laughing at something stupid Arthur had done. Carla was sitting next to her on Instagram when she turned to Yn. “Hey, I thought Charles was working?”

Yn turned and shrugged, “That’s what he said. Why?”

“So why’s he in Bali?”

“Huh?” Carla passed her the phone. Alexandra had posted pictures of the couple enjoying the white blue beaches of Bali capturing them “Bali vaca with my ❤️.” Had Charles really lied to her? “Maybe I misunderstood.” But she knew she hadn’t. For the first time in their friendship he had lied to her.

The vacation and her birthday suddenly felt different. The others could see she was trying hard not to let Charles’ lie spoil it and so they tried to make it unforgettable.

Charles knew something was off when he face timed her for her birthday. “Happy Birthday Cherie.”

“Thanks Charlie,” she forced a smile. “How’s the training?

“Boring as hell. Wish I was there with you.” She simply nodded. “Maman can’t wait for you to get back and neither can I. I’m going to make it up to you.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to Cherie. We haven’t missed each others birthday since we were 3.”

“We’ve never lied to each other either,” she mumbled soft enough that he didn’t hear.

“Are you okay Yn?” he asked concerned.

“I’m fine. Think I’m just tired from all the sun. I’m going to go lie down for a while before dinner. Thank you for calling Charlie.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Ill call you later ok?”

“Sure, goodbye Cherie.”

Even though she hadn’t said anything Lorenzo had decided not to let his brother get a pass. While the others were around the table he decided to give his little brother a call and excused himself. “Hey man, how’s Vegas?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Lorenzo skipped the pleasantries. As much as he loved his brother he loved Yn too, she was a little sister to him.

“Excuse me?”

“Why did you lie? You’re not in Maranello.”

Charles scoffed, “Where else would I be?”

“Bali.”

Charles’ face paled. “What?”

“We saw the pictures. Alex posted.”

Charles closed his eyes and sighed feeling guilty and realised that was why she had been so off. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologising to.”

“I’ll make it up to her.”

“You better. Since when do you lie?”

“Enzo, I just didn’t want a fight. I know Yn and Alex aren’t that close.”

“I wonder why,” Lorenzo replied sarcastically.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly how it sounds. Since when has a girl every made you lie not only to your best friend but your brothers too?”

“Lorenzo, I’m really sorry. I fucked up, I know.”

“You’re going to have to fix it.”

“I will.”

 

When the group returned from America, Charles was waiting for them and no Alex in sight. As frustrated and hurt as she was with him, Yn was happy to see Charles. The first person he reached for was her and he pulled her tightly into his arms. “Cherie, I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“You, me, my apartment tonight. We’re having a movie night.”

“I thought you’re leaving for Spa tomorrow?” she asked.

He shook his head, “I postponed my flight till Wednesday. That way we can spend time together. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Charlie.”

Unfortunately things were only going to get worse.

Arriving at Charles’ apartment that night Yn was surprised to see Alexandra there. He saw her deflate slightly trying her best to be polite as she greeted the brunette. He followed her into the kitchen as she grabbed a glass filling it with water. “She just showed up. I thought she was in Paris.”

“It’s ok Charles.”

“Are you sure? I know it was just supposed to be us.”

She placed a smile on her lips, “I’m sure.”

Throughout the evening Yn noticed how Alexandra would try to make it all about her. Every time Charles would try talking to Yn, she wasn’t even able to get to finish her answer before the other girl took his attention away. And it was beginning to piss Yn off.

Before the movie was even done, Yn had had enough. Alexandra had become increasingly touchy with her boyfriend and Yn happened to notice a moment when it was painfully obvious that the girl had placed her hand into his shorts. He had unknowing let out a soft moan and Yn saw how Alexandra had looked at her with a smirk. Yn was done. She silently grabbed her bag and got up.

“Where are you going?” Alexandra asked acting dumb. Charles had opened his eyes and adjusted himself looking at his friend in concern.

“I forgot I have an early start tomorrow. But you have fun.” She didn’t wait for a answer and headed for the door. She made it to the elevator when he reached her.

“Why are you leaving?”

She looked at him disappointment in her eyes. “You obviously have better things to do.”

“Why do you not like her?”

“This has nothing to do with Alexandra.”

“Really?” he asked sarcastically. “Then why leave.”

“Kinda awkward when you two are practically wanting to fuck each other right there.”

“I’ll tell her to cool it.”

She shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.” She hit the button waiting for the elevator to open.

“Why do you do this?”

“Do what Charles?”

“Make her feel so uncomfortable?”

“I told you this isn’t about her!”

“Right, so you’re not pissed because I choose to spend my break with MY girlfriend!”

“I’m pissed because you LIED! If you wanted to be with her then you should have said that!”

“You are so suffocating!”

Yn felt her heart break and he could see in her eyes he had hurt her and had gone too far. Hell he didn’t even mean what he said, but as he opened his mouth to apologise Alexandra called from his door about a phone call. The elevator doors opened and she climbed in pushing the ground floor button. She waited for the doors to close before letting the tears fall.

“Cherie I’m sorry!”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“Please pick up.”

 

A few weeks had passed and Yn had not spoken to Charles or even replied to his messages. Their friends knew something was wrong even some of the fans were picking up on something. Charles was not himself and Yn who was a regular face in the paddock hadn’t been to any races since the break. She no longer commented or liked his posts. No more good luck messages before races, no more messages at all. He missed her. It was hard for her too. When he had a bad race she wanted to message him, but she didn’t. She missed her friend so much but she couldn’t forget what he had said. She had been there for him through everything; Jules, his father, when Ferrari let him down. Even when she had needed her friend, like when she had caught her ex boyfriend in bed with someone else, she pushed it aside because he had needed her. But she was suffocating him!

She put all her time and energy into her little photography business and it was after a photoshoot that she ran into David. Well actually he ran into her, literally.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He rushed to help her get up.

“It’s ok. I should have looked where I was going.”

“No it’s my fault. Is anything broken?”

She shook her head, “Doesn’t look like it.” She noticed to he had spilt coffee all over himself. “Seems like your shirt got the brunt.”

“Huh?” She pointed at his shirt. “Oh, I didn’t even realise.”

“Can I buy you another?” she really did feel bad.

“You don’t have to do that. But I won’t say no. I’m David.”

“Yn.”

David turned out to be a really nice guy. He was from South Africa and was a professional cricket player. Yn had never heard about the sport but could tell how passionate he was. They got along so well and really enjoyed each others company that they spent the rest of the day talking. As day entered night, David asked if she would like to have dinner with him and she found herself accepting happily.

Coming home one evening after having been on another date, Yn found Charles waiting at her apartment door. He looked so sad and lost. “Hi.”

“What do you want Charles?”

“Can I come in?”

“Fine.” She heard him sigh in relief as she unlocked her door and let them in.

“You look pretty Cherie.”

She pulled off her heels and headed for her room. She quickly changed out of her dress into some sweats and a hoodie. Walking back into the kitchen she found Charles making her some tea. She opened a cupboard and pulled out some Macaroons before going to sit on the balcony. Charles joined her a few minutes later.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine thanks. You?”

“Been better. I miss you.”

“What is it that you want Charles?”

“A chance to make it up to you. I know I screwed up and I’m so sorry. I never meant it.”

She nodded sadly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you said it.”

“I never meant to hurt you Belle. Never you.”

“I miss you too Charlie. But you hurt me, twice.”

He took her hand in his and slowly began to run his thumb across her skin. “I can’t take away what I said. But I just want to prove to you that I’m sorry.”

“When my mom left, I thought it was my fault. Like I was too needy. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be like that with the people I love. That I would make sure they were ok. If me being there for you is suffocating I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no your not suffocating. I think I was projecting. Alexandra just showed up that night and I was already frustrated because it was supposed to be just you and me. I was really looking forward to it. But I’m weak. She basically threatened to with hold sex if she couldn’t join.”

“So you caved?”

He nodded. “Please forgive me?”

“You have to earn it.” But she said that with a smile.

For several weeks things seemed like they were back to normal and friends and fans alike were happy. The only one who wasn’t was Alexandra. Unfortunately for her she was stuck in Paris for a while. David had to return to South Africa for a few games and he had asked Yn to come with him. As her job wasn’t office bound and she had no scheduled jobs she agreed. Charles wasn’t happy about it though. Ever since he had met David, he had felt different. Yn had dated before but other then Adrian; her ex; she had never been serious about a guy. He had liked Adrian but he wasn’t mad that she had broken up with him. But something was different this time. Seeing her happy and possibly falling in love with this guy didn’t sit right with Charles. He just didn’t know why. She was his best friend, that was all right? A few nights before they left for South Africa, David had suggested a double date with Charles and Alexandra. He knew that Yn wasn’t a fan of hers but he also knew how important Charles was to her and that they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. It was at dinner that Charles realised that he was in love with his best friend and that all the fights he had with Alexandra was because she knew it. He remembered one night they were in the middle of sex and he had accidentally called her Yn. At the time he thought it was because he had spent the day with his friend but Alexandra had lashed out at him convinced he was in love with her. He had denied it then but now he knew it was true. Those weeks when she hadn’t spoken to him, had been the most pain he had ever felt. And now the thought of her leaving even if just for a few weeks clawed at his heart. Worse was the feeling he got when he had to watch David touch her, kiss her and make her smile. He wanted to be the one to do that. Hearing her laugh at something he said drew Charles out of his thoughts. He made up his mind on what he was going to do, he just hoped he didn’t end up losing her for good.

She had just kissed David good night and run a hot bubble bath when there was a knock on her door. She frowned slightly wondering if he had forgotten something. She was a little shocked to see her friend standing there. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

She moved aside to let him in. “I was just about to take a bath.”

“I’m sorry, I need to talk to you about something.”

She could tell it must be something important, “Ok, let me just change quick. Can you put the kettle on?”

He nodded.

“Charles?” she called a few seconds later.

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me please?” she leaned her head out the door.

“Sure,” he headed into the room. “What’s wrong?”

“The damn zipper is stuck.”

He chuckled, “Turn around Belle.”

Turning around she moves her hair onto her shoulder allowing him to grab the zip. It was a bit stuck but with some effort he was able to get it to move. Problem was the more he moved the zip down the more his fingers trailed along her skin. It was having an effect on him and by the sound of her breathe intake he knew she was too. Without thinking he moved his hand across her back into the fabric stopping against her bare waist, while at the same time placing his lips against one of her shoulders after he moved the strap with his other hand.

“Charles?”

“Mhmm,” he murmured as he moved his lips across her throat.

“What are you doing?” She asked breathy.

“I want you.”

She turned around causing his hand to slip out. “What?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I love you.” He pressed his lips against hers but she didn’t respond except to pull away.

“I’m sorry?” she sat down on her bed where he joined her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Charlie but what just happened?”

He shook his head, “I’m in love with you.”

Her eyes widen, “You’re in.....what?”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, “I’m in love with you Belle.”

“Since when?”

“A while. Forever. I was just blind. But Alex knew. That’s why she’s been acting the way she has. She’s jealous.”

“Why now?”

“I wasn’t 100 percent sure until tonight.”

“Nothing happened tonight.”

“I watched you with him.”

“David?”

He nodded, “Its supposed to be me. I’m supposed to be the one who makes you happy.”

“Charlie, you’re my best friend. You do make me happy.”

“Not in everyway. Yn I want to spend my life with you not just as you’re best friend.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Do you know why none of my relationships last?” she shook her head. “Neither did I. Not till I realised it was because they were not you.”

“Charlie,”

“Yn the whole night I have been going over my thoughts, why I hate seeing you with someone else, why Alexandra is so jealous, why it was your name on my lips in my dreams and that night.”

“What night?” she asked furrowing her brow in confusion.

He sighed, “A couple nights before I lied about Maranello, Alex and I were......having sex.”

“Ok and?”

“I called her you.”

“You called Alex Yn?”

“Yes. I didn’t realise it in the moment but she suddenly got mad and we started arguing. I guess that’s why I agreed to go to Bali. I felt guilty.”

She stood up. “I’m supposed to be leaving in a few days. With David, my boyfriend.”

“Don’t go.” He stood up and took her hand pulling her close. “Belle please I know I don’t deserve it but give me a chance?” He drew her into a kiss and she knew she was in trouble. Separating their lips he placed his head gently against hers. “Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll walk away.” She couldn’t respond, she was so conflicted. When she didn’t answer him he lifted his head and kissed her cheek. “I love you Yn never forget that.”

He walked out her room and headed for the door but just as he reached for the handle she was behind him and grabbing his hand. “I love you too Charlie.” This time she was the one to pull him into a kiss and they both knew this was were they belonged, together.

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Verstappen's Heart

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Working as Max Verstappen’s Personal Assistant was an opportunity of a life time. Yn was a young American/British woman who had grown up watching Formula 1 with her grandfather during her teens and knew more about the sport than anything else. She had been studying for her masters degree in administration and had been taking a break for the holidays when she had literally ran into Geri Halliwell the former Spice Girl and wife of Christian Horner, team principle for her favourite team Red Bull. The two women had got to talking and some how Yn found herself at dinner with the Horner’s and with a job as Max’s assistant. She had yet to meet the man and as the new season grew closer she found herself more and more nervous about the meeting. That day happened to be the day Max was leaving to join his team for some pre season training. Max had been busy talking to GP his engineer when Christian had introduced her to him. She had quickly realised that she need not have worried because Max was a really nice and genuine guy who made her feel at ease and accepted from the get go. She could definitely see them becoming fast friends. And she had been right.

Max had been quite intrigued by the young blond woman who had entered his life and he could not deny that she was good at her job. In just the space of a few short weeks she had managed to familiarise herself with his schedule and everything else that was important to him. One thing that really surprised him though was the fact that his father Jos seemed to like her as well. That might have to do with the fact that she stood up for herself and never allowed him to intimidate her. That first day when she had called out his father Max had never liked the girl more.

One person however who did not seem to take a liking to YN was Kelly, Max’s girlfriend. The fact that Penelope had taken to Yn didn’t do her any favours. Max was convinced that Kelly was just jealous and had called he out on it a few times but Kelly had been adamant that there was something off with the American/Brit.

Yn was by no means a bad person and was genuine in everything that she did but Kelly had been right at least slightly. Yn had a secret well not so much that she had to keep it hidden, it was just something she didn’t like talking about.

Two days before Qualifying Max had asked her to dinner. He wanted to thank her for the great job she was doing. She couldn’t deny that there was something about him that made her heart flutter. They had both had a lot of fun that night but the next day the media had a field day with pictures of them, all with the same question, “Was Max cheating on Kelly?”

Max and Yn decided to ignore it as it was the 21st century were a man and woman were allowed to be friends and true fans of Max and Formula 1 knew who she was and loved her just as much. Kelly on the other end was not impressed and she had caught the next flight to Jeddah. She had started a huge argument and demanded that Yn should be let go. Max equally pissed at the demands of his girlfriend refused and told Kelly that Yn was not going anywhere. The atmosphere between Kelly and Yn was thick and the fact that Max refused to get rid of the her. Kelly knew she had to do something herself. She hired a private investigator.

2 weeks later:

Max was busy getting ready for media day in Australia when Kelly came walking into his drivers room, a smile on her face. “I need to talk to you.”

“Hi yourself,” Max looked over at her. He was a little surprised she had wanted to come to this race as she usually missed this one due to her work schedule, but yesterday she had called him to say that she was on her way.

“Hey baby.” She kissed him deeply.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Max, I know you like Yn but she isn’t who she says she is.”

Max sighed annoyed. “Kelly please I’m tired of your suspicions and accusations. I don’t know why you don’t like her and that’s fine but she is my co-worker and friend. You don’t have to like her.”

“I wish you could just listen to me for a change. Yn Logan doesn’t exists at least not till 6 years ago.”

“Not everyone posts their lives on social media Kelly.”

“I’m not talking about just social media. I mean she doesn’t exist anywhere. I hired a PI.”

“You what?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind?”

She reached for him but he pulled away. “I’m trying to help you Max. This girl is dangerous.”

“No, you’re just jealous!”

“I’m not jealous. Oh her? Please.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Listen she’ll find another job and that will be that. Like you said she’s good at what she does.”

“I’m not firing her Kelly.”

Kelly huffed, “Still? Just how good is she in bed?”

“Excuse me?” he was fuming.

“Well,” she crossed her arms annoyed. “there is no other reason you won’t get rid of her unless you’re sleeping with her.”

“He’s not.”

The couple turned towards where Yn was standing. She had been on her way to go over some possible questions he might have to answer when she had heard them arguing. She was going to turn back to give them some privacy when she had heard her name.

“Of course you would say that. Little slut trying to protect herself.”

“That’s enough Kelly!”

“I think you should ask that investigator for your money back.”

“You heard that?” Max asked looking a her. She nodded. “I’m sorry, Kelly had no right to do that.”

She shook her head, “It’s ok. She was looking out for you.” She turned to the Brazilian. “They didn’t do a good job though.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t look that hard. Up until 6 years ago my name was Yn Alexander when I was legally allowed to change my name. Logan is my grandmothers maiden name.”

“And why would you need to change your name?” Kelly asked sarcastically.

“Because I wanted to get as far away from my family as possible. I wanted to rid myself of any connection.”

“Why?”

“Kelly, stop.” Max could see how uncomfortable Yn was and he didn’t need an answer unless she wanted to share.

“My biological father died when I was 2. Killed in action. My mother remarried her boyfriend less then 8 months after my dad died. Turns out they had been having an affair while my dad was on tour. My step dad had my name changed to his. Which he decided was enough of a reason to take what he wanted. I was 4 when he touched me for the first time and 5 when he raped me for the first time.”

Kelly’s face fell, she had not been thinking anything like that. Max walked over to Yn and put an arm around her shoulders. “Yn I’m so sorry.” Kelly replied.

“My mom never believed me and choose him. So I got rid of that name. But thank you for making me relive all that.” She moved away from Max and hurriedly wiped her eyes. “The media is waiting Max. You need to get out there.” She turned and walked out the room.

“Max,” Kelly started but he simply put up his hand to stop her before leaving the room.

She was quiet during the media and avoided any unnecessary contact with him. Charles who had been in the same group as his friend picked up that something was a miss. “Is Yn okay?”

“No,” Max couldn’t take his eyes off the girl. “Kelly fucked up.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not my story to tell but she violated Yn’s privacy.”

“Why? Is she still acting jealous?”

“Yes.”

Charles nodded softly. “Can I asked you something without you getting mad?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like her?”

Max knew who he was asking about and it would have been easy to say no. But there was something there, he had realised it weeks ago but he had not said or done anything. He did love Kelly. Yn had this way about her, she was warm and caring. Everyone she met instantly connected with her. She never treated him like he was untouchable. She always saw him as just Max. He could be himself with her, something he had recently realised he was not able to be around Kelly anymore. She was too much of a wag and what that entailed that she had forgotten about her boyfriend and even at times her own child. “I do.”

Most of the weekend passed by uneventfully. Kelly, Max had noticed had made herself scarce and avoided Yn at all costs. She felt terrible for what she had done but she didn’t regret it, as she had just been trying to protect Max. But he was more worried about Yn. She didn’t spend anytime alone with him, making sure that she was the first to leave. He was worried he was going to lose her. And he was right.

After the race and celebrations for his win, Christian called him over. “Where’s YN?”

“She quit.”

Several weeks had passed since Australia and she was finally getting settled into a new job and routine back in Texas. She missed the races and the drivers especially Max but she had lived so long in a toxic situation and wouldn’t endure that again. Her feelings for Max was not easy as well. She had felt guilty for days for thinking that she had somehow made Kelly jealous, but soon enough she had realised that she hadn’t done anything wrong. No matter how much she had grown to like Max, she had never done anything inappropriate. Max had tried getting in touch with her over the weeks but she had ultimately decided to move past all of that and had simply sent him a message thanking him for everything and that she would miss him greatly before blocking his number. Charles on the other hand had become quite a good friend and had been keeping her up to date on the red bull driver. Just because she was gone didn’t mean that she had stopped caring about Max.

It was midway through the season and Max was doing well at least from a driving perspective. He was top of the championship and had yet to lose a race but that was because he had been determined to hide how sad and angry he was. Things with Kelly had soured significantly after Yn had left to the point were the two were barely talking to one another. The only thing in his relationship he cared about was Penelope. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the change in Max as he had always been focused and determined but both Charles and Christian knew something was wrong with the Dutchman and it had everything to do with his former PA. A week into the mid season break and Charles took the opportunity to help out his friend, both of them. He knew they had feelings for each other and deserved a chance regardless of what anyone said.

“Hey man, how is everything?” Charles asked one day over the phone. “How’s the break?”

Max sighed and Charles could tell he was tired. “Not great man. Kelly and I....it’s just exhausting.”

“Don’t you think maybe it’s time? You obviously don’t feel the same about her anymore. Why make yourself sick over a relationship that’s over?”

“I want to bit what about P?”

“Max I know you love that little girl but what about you? You’re in love with someone else. Someone who gets you and makes you feel like you matter. Not as a driver or athlete but as Max.”

“She doesn’t care about me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Charles, she blocked me from everything and hasn’t spoken to me since Australia which was months ago.”

“Because she was hurt. She hates her past and what happened to her. They way she had to tell you was not how she would have wanted to. In fact she might not have told anyone if she had the chance. Did you know the abuse lasted till she was 14?”

“What?”

“Yep, once a month for 9 years. Sometimes more. Her stepdad would lie in wait till her mom would be either out of town or too tired to notice. Each time threating her afterwards. She tried telling her mom but the woman refused to listen. It was only after her grandparents visited for the birth of her half brother that anyone helped her. Her grandfather woke up one night for something to drink when he saw her stepfather coming out of her room clothes not quite right. He had waited till the other man was back in his own room before he went into her and found her crying. She told him everything and when he confronted his daughter, you know what she said?”

“No,”

“Yn was a little liar and was trying to ruin her family and was jealous of her baby brother.”

“I would have killed that son of a bitch on the spot.”

“They removed her from the home and she changed her surname as soon as she turned 18. I’m sure you can imagine wanting to forget something like that as best as you can.”

“It’s terrible and I wish she could have gotten the chance to tell me on her own terms.”

“She asks about you all the time.”

“You talk to her?” Max asked now fully invested in the conversation.

“We’re friends.”

“How is she?”

“Aside from missing you for some reason, she’s doing okay. Lives in Austin. You should go see her. After you break up with Kelly. I like Penelope too but you can’t deny your own happiness because of her. She wouldn’t want you to.”

Max nodded before realising his friend couldn’t see him. “Will you help me?”

“What can I do to help?”

 

Yn was a little surprised that Charles had asked if he could come visit her for a week. Just days ago he had asked her to join him and Alexandra in Italy for a break but she had sadly had to decline do to work commitments. Although she was happy to get to see her friend again. He had arranged to met her at her apartment after work and now she was hurriedly trying to pull it together before they got there. She was just putting the last piece of her clothing away when she heard the door bell. “Coming.”

When she opened the door though the smile she had fell. “Hi Schat.”

“Max, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” she stepped aside allowing him in.

He looked around her apartment at everything that made sense. Her home represented her in every way. Minimalistic but classy and sophisticated. “Looks amazing.”

“Thank you. You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here? And why do I get the feeling Charles has something to do with this?”

“Because he does. He was never coming. He was helping me.” He looked over her, drinking in the sight of her. He had missed her more than he could express. He walked towards her, stopping right in front of her.

The way he was looking at her cause her stomach to flip and the fact that he was so close to her wasn’t helping. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” he asked reached a hand out and brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. The part of her skin he made contact with felt like it was on fire. “Because.”

“Because why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” she responded quickly shaking her head. “You just can’t look at me like you want to kiss me.”

“You’re not wrong there. I do want to kiss you. Have wanted to for weeks even before you left.”

“While as much I want that too you can’t.”

She made to move past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against his chest, lips mere inches from hers. “See now that’s where you are wrong.” He closed the distance and pressed his lips against hers. At first she wanted to resist but he was a really good kisser and it felt so good. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist he carried her to the couch lips never leaving hers.

Laying in his arms felt right but of course there was the elephant in the room. Kelly. Yn felt guilty that she had slept with a taken man. He could sense something was wrong as he lazily traced patterns down her bare arm. “I broke up with her.”

Yn lifted her head and looked at him, “You broke up with Kelly? Why?”

“Well, things had been weird between us since Australia but the main reason was because I fell in love with someone else.”

“Me?”

“No Danny,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Of course you. I knew I felt something for a while but I knew for certain that I loved you after you left. Life just sucked.”

“I doubt that, you’re leading the championship.”

“Winning isn’t everything Schat. And truth is the more I won and you weren’t there by my side, the more it lost any appeal. My life is empty without you. Not to mention my cats miss you too.”

“Should have led with that.”

“Oh, so you love them more than me?”

She chuckled, “I didn’t say that.”

“And you didn’t say you didn’t love me too.”

“I do Max. I love you.”

“Come back. Be with me.”

“I want to but I have a contract and an apartment.”

“We’ll rent it out and use it for holidays. And as for your contract, Ill buy you out. I want you with me.”

“What about your new PA Greta?”

“I’m sure Danny will take her off my hands and she’ll be happy with that too.”

“What did you do?” Yn smiled knowingly.

“Nothing....too bad.”

She laughed, “You’re a stubborn man sometimes.”

“Exactly, which means I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You make a tough offer to turn down. But I have one condition.”

“Let me have it.”

She shifted so that she was on top of him causing him to groan as she touch his sweet spot. “Can we keep this between us? The fact that we’re together, at least for the time being. Its so soon after you and Kelly split and I know how the fans can get.”

“I don’t care abut the fans, but I can do that for you. For a while a least. But we have to tell Charles and Alex. He is the reason we’re together. “

“Okay, we can tell them, and maybe Daniel, he is your best friend.”

“And Christian. I know he’ll be thrilled you’re back, second only to me.”

“Ok. I have one more request.”

“Mmm.”

“Do you think you can do that thing with your tongue again?”

In one swift move he had them turned over with him hovering over her. “Anything for you my liefie.”

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AN: Hey guys, how is everyone? This is something I whipped up and if you enjoyed it then send me a like or a request.

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Warnings: My feeble attempt at smut so pls be gentle.

Yn DuPont always wondered how she had become friends with the Leclerc siblings. Yes, her mother and Pascale had been friends and co-owners of the salon before she had passed away a few years ago but Yn just didn’t get how Arthur could be friends with her. She was smart but that was all she had going for her. No one besides Arthur ever spent time talking to her when they were at school. She had even heard once how some of his guy friends had been asking him how she and him could be friends. He had stood up for her making her smile but that was who he was. Her protector. A few weeks ago, though Dante Gabriel one of her fellow classmates asked her to be his date for some dance. At first, she had said no but over the course of the next few days he had worn her down until she agreed. Arthur was happy for her. It was time she let herself have some fun instead of just studying all the time. The day of the dance arrived, and Pascale had done her makeup and hair. As she smoothed down the black knee length dress she had chosen, for the first time in her life she felt pretty. She was excited and could feel the butterflies. She went downstairs and sat down on the sofa in the empty house as her father was away on business and waited for her date. And waited she did. 45 minutes passed before she realised, he wasn’t coming. She got up, grabbing keys as she passed the hallway table and slammed the front door closed behind her.

Charles Leclerc was the dreamboat of Monaco. He was a popular Formula 1 driver, and the girls loved him. Boy did he know it. But as fun as it was spending time with his friends and having the fan girls throwing themselves at him, sometimes he enjoyed just being by himself. Currently he was sitting on the deck of his yacht in the marina, enjoying the night sky and the quiet. It wasn’t always that he had time like this, but he was between races and need some much tlc. It was while he was sitting there enjoying the view when something else caught his eye. A young girl who looked oddly familiar was walking across the dock towards one of the other boats. He shook his head though, because it couldn’t be her. She never dressed up and if he remembered correctly, they were all at some dance. He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes only for a few minutes before his phone started to ring. He picked it up and saw his little brother’s name.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dancing?” he teased his brother.

“Charles, I need your help.”

Charles sat forward, alert. “What’s wrong?”

“It's Yn.”

“Is she ok?”

“I don’t know. She’s not here and she’s not picking up her phone. That dickhead of a date dropped her.”

“What do you mean?”

Charles heard his brother sigh. “Dante asked her to the dance, but he is here with another girl. When I asked him where she was, he said she cancelled. But his date said he lied. It had been some sort of prank.”

“Merde.” Charles realised that it had been her he had seen.

“Charles, I need to find her. We’re leaving the dance now. Can you help?”

“Art, stay. She would want you to have a good time.”

“How can I?”

“I have an idea where she might be. I’ll take care of her. She’ll be pissed if you left because of her. I promise I’ll call you if I can’t find her, ok?”

“I don’t know. “

“I got her.”

After much convincing Arthur agreed and Charles made his way over to a yacht near the end of the jetty. He saw her sitting there. “Permission to come aboard?” he asked loud enough for her to hear.

She turned her head in his direction. “You’re going to whether I say yes or no,” she shrugged.

He could hear that she had been crying and he felt anger surge. She was his friend too and he cared about her. Anyone who could hurt her didn’t deserve to know her. He climbed aboard and made his way up to her. He could see she was wearing a dress and had pulled her hair into a messy bun. But it was her face that hurt him. She had gotten all made up and now her face was stained with tears and smudge makeup, and she was shivering. He took off his hoodie and held it out to her. She tried to smile as she took it before pulling it over her dress. He sat down next to her. “Are you ok?”

“Don’t know why I’m surprised really.”

“What do you mean?”

She tugged her legs up under her and wiped her tears before leaning on her elbows. “I’m not good enough.”

He twisted so that he was looking at her and his was pissed. “What? How can you even think something like that?”

“Because it’s true,” she shrugged.

“Look at me. Hey,” he reached out and lifted her chin, so she was looking at him. “You are so much more than you think.”

“So then why does nobody care about me? No body want me? Even my own father would rather be travelling the world than spend time with me.”

“Cherie, there are people that love you. My mother loves you, my brothers, me.”

“I just.... feel like I’m not enough.”

He pulled her against him and allowed her to cry into his shirt.

Hours had passed in which both of them had fallen asleep. It was only the sound of his phone ringing that woke him up. “Hello?”

“Did you find her?” Arthur’s panicked voice sounded through his phone.

Charles looked down at the still sleeping girl in his arms. “I got her. She’s sleeping at the moment.”

Arthur sighed in relief. “So, she’s, okay?”

“She is. But that guy won’t be if I see him.”

“We took care of that.”

“Art, what did you do?”

“Nothing illegal or that will get us into trouble. Don’t worry. Where did you find her?”

“Pop’s boat.”

“Of course. I’m an idiot.”

Charles chuckled. “I’m gonna let her sleep a bit more. Will bring her home later. Don’t think she should be alone.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

“Ok. Hey Art, bring some supplies.”

“You got it.”

Several hours later Y/n, Charles and Arthur were all stretch out on her large sofa watching horror movies. Arthur had come through with all her favourite snacks and after the day she had Y/n was feeling loads better. She was conscious of the fact that Charles was sitting rather close to her while Arthur was on the other side of them, in actual fact the younger Leclerc boy had fallen asleep a little while ago. Something jumped out in the movie startling Y/n, and she grabbed hold of Charles’ hand. He chuckled as she realised what she had done and quickly tried to withdraw her hand, but he held tighter. “It's ok Cherie.” He whispered. He took their joined hands and placed it down on her thigh making her feel something she hadn’t felt before.

Arthur shifted making her quickly pull away from Charles letting his hand fall on her thigh, when she tried to shift away from him, he increased the pressure making her stop. She gulped. She felt her face begin to heat up as his hand slowly began rubbing circles up and down her leg. Her breath got caught in her throat as she felt his hand slide higher and higher. He turned to her a look in his eyes, “Can I?” She licked her lips hesitantly before nodding. He leaned closer to her till she felt his breath against her skin leaving goose bumps. “Tell me when to stop.” She nodded not sure her brain could form sentences. Her head fall back against the sofa as his hand reached the top of her leg and continued till, he touched her most intimate spot. He kept his eyes on her to make sure she was ok before moving his hand to the top of her shorts. “Open,” he gently instructed. She moved slightly so that her legs were more apart and moaned softly as he slipped his hand down her underwear and touched her bare clit. His hand was warm, but she still shivered as he moved his fingers up and down. She bit down on her own hand as he slipped a finger inside of her. He pressed his lips against her neck before whispering, “Do you like that, Belle?”

“Yes.” She whimpered in pleasure.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please.”

He increased the speed and inserted another finger, stretching her out causing her to moan a little louder. “Shhh Belle. Don’t want to wake Arthur.” She closed her eyes and bit down on her lips, but Charles quickly reacted. “Take your lip out your mouth.” She complied. He could feel her reaching her climax and just before she could make a noise as she reached her high, he kissed her swallowing her moan. She was so high in that moment that she didn’t even think about the kiss or what any of this meant. As soon as her breathing had returned to normal, Charles withdrew his fingers and popped them in his mouth all the while watching her. He liked how flushed she looked. He pecked her lips one more time before getting up and headed for the bathroom.

A few days later Charles was due to leave for Maranello but every time she was alone with him, he had touched her in some way. She was a little confused by it because whenever someone else was around it was like she didn’t exist. She was currently at home studying, alone yet again when there was a knock at the door. At the door stood Charles with a single red orchid in his hand. “Hey,” she smiled.

“Hey Cherie. Can I come in?”

“Of course.” She stepped aside to let him in. “Who’s that for?” she asked indicating to the flower.

“You.”

She took it from him and smelled it. “I love orchids.”

“I know,” he chuckled.

She walked to the kitchen and quickly found a small vase to put the flower in. As she was pouring water in, she felt his hands on her waist. He had followed her into the kitchen. She felt his lips against her neck as he gently began to pepper kisses on her skin as his hands roamed over her body. She couldn’t help but lean back into him.

He turned her around to face him pulling her into a deep kiss that left her breathless. Shifting them slightly he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on to the counter causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. He pushed her legs apart and stood between them hands on either leg. Almost on instinct she wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to kiss her once more. After a while he wrapped her legs around his waist and picked her up, carrying her to the sofa. He laid her down, “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Remember to tell me to stop if you want.”

“Ok.”

He went back to kissing her neck as she felt his hands slide under her top fingers brushing against her nipples. As one of his hands took a nipple between his fingers the other slowly trailer down her body to the band of her skirt, leaving her skin burning at the contact. He detached his lips from her neck where he had left a dark mark and looked into her eyes. “I’m gonna take them off.” She nodded. He sat up and grabbed the band of her skirt with both hands as she lifted her legs slightly allowing him to pull down her skirt. “I think red would suit you better Cherie.” He remarked seeing the black panties she had on. She squirmed slightly as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh just inches away from where she was beginning to ache. “Charlie?”

“Yes Cherie?” he felt his cock twitch when she called him Charlie.

“Can you......”

“What?” he asked. “Tell me.”

“Touch me here.” She pointed to her clothed pussy.

“How? Like this?” he asked rubbing his finger against the garment. “Or how about like this?” he leaned down and placed a kiss against her sex. Both actions had made the ache even more but something about the kiss had her begging for more.

“Like that Charlie.”

“Then I think we should get rid of these,” he pulled on her panties. He felt himself twitch again at the sight of her bare pussy underneath him. “Si belle ma Cherie.”

He couldn’t wait any long before lowering his face and taking a long swipe of his tongue along her pussy. He had to taste, and it was better than anything he had ever tasted. It was like he was starving, and he hadn’t realized it until now. The faster he licked and longer he sucked, the wetter she got, and the louder her moans. He sure as hell wasn’t going to silence her, the sounds coming out of her mouth was driving him crazy. But his turn would come. He was going to drive her off the edge and then do it again.

“Faster, please Charlie,” she begged as she thread her fingers through his hair. She was close.

He added a finger into her pussy causing her to buck her hips, but he pushed them down with his free hand and held them there as he slid another finger inside her. Her breath quickened and her grip on his hair tightened but he barely felt it as all he could think about was how good she tasted.

“I’m cumming,” she gasped seconds before she felt her release. He kept going till she begged him to stop because of how sensitive she was. He pressed one last kiss on her sensitive nub before moving closer and kissing her lips, letting her taste herself.

“Think you have one more for me? I want to be inside you.”

She reached down and rubbed her hand against his cock, feeling how hard he was. “I want you.” She reached up and undid his belt almost impatient to release him. He stood up making it easier for her to get his pants off. She needed a minute to appreciate the view before she pulled him closer. “I’ve never done this before.”

“We can stop.”

“No, I don’t want to. Just maybe be patient and tell me what you like.”

“Ok.”

She started placing little kitten kisses along the length of his cock on either side but when she placed her mouth around it holding onto him with a hand, that was when he groaned. She wanted to pull away thinking she was doing it wrong, but he held her head exactly where it was. “Don’t stop Cherie. Feels so good.”

She slowly moved her head up and down. His groans were now doing things to her down there. She began moving her hand as well making him groan louder when suddenly he pulled away. “Cha....”

“Need to be inside you right now,” he said before making her lay back. He positioned himself above her entrance before asking her one more time, “Do you want to stop?” As soon as she shook her head no, he was pushing himself inside. Man did it feel amazing how her walls gripped his cock. He tried to go as slow and gentle as possible to allow her time to adjust but she had other things on her mind. She wanted, no she needed him to go faster, harder. She was close to the edge again and so was he, so he picked up the pace. Faster he moved, groaning as he began to feel that pressure increase.

“Right there, I feel it cumming,” she cried.

Right at that moment she climaxed once more, and he pulled out just as he released all over her stomach. Once their breathing was back to normal, Charles got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he had a warm wet face cloth and sat down beside her, before gently cleaning her up.

“What is happening Charles?” she asked.

“I thought that was obvious Cherie?”

“You know what I mean?”

He sat back and pulled her legs onto his lap. “I like you Y/n.”

“But?”

“I have really amazing fans, but also some pretty toxic ones as well. And I’m in the spotlight.... a lot. I don’t want you to get hurt. Or lose you. I’ve seen it happen before. I don’t have a normal life.”

She moved her legs away and stood up,” Okay, I get it.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

Charles sighed watching her close the bathroom door behind her. He sat there for a few minutes hearing the shower running before standing up, “Fuck it.” He pulled his shirt over his head and went in after her.

That night as she lay in her bed, she thought about the conversation they had after he had made her come again in the shower. They both cared a lot about each other and wanted to keep doing what they were doing so he had suggested that they kept it a secret from everyone even their families, at least for the time being. And she had agreed.

And that’s how it started. Every chance they got to sneak away together they took. Y/n would travel to certain races under the pretence that she was going to support Arthur at his races, or she would suggest to her friends to go on mini trips to get a break from school. Charles would constantly send her little gifts of her favourite things to remind her how much he missed her. Weekends away just the two of them. It had been hard keeping the secret from Arthur and the family, but they made it work and even when y/n started getting acceptance letters to medical schools across the globe, Charles had promised things wouldn’t change no matter where in the world they were. And everything was great for over a year......until she showed up.

Charlotte Tilbury was a beautiful, smart leggy blonde who had joined the Ferrari team for the new season. She was their media liaison and the longer they spent together the closer she and Charles became. Night-time calls became shorter and quick weekends away became less but when they were together, Charles reminded y/n how much he loved her. But the weekend of the Italian grand Prix things changed. Charles was spotted out with Charlotte and speculation was rife amongst the media of the new “couple” in the paddock. When she and Arthur had met her for the first time , Arthur had commented on how beautiful and smart Charlotte seemed which was exactly Charles’ type. The media and fans alike couldn’t get enough of the driver and his media liaison.

Y/n stopped answering his calls and responding to his messages. When the time came for Formula 1to hit Monaco he was standing at her door with an explanation. It was a PR stunt that management was forcing him to do. Ferrari were controlling his life and if he wanted to renew his contract, he had to go with it. Apparently, the fans had seen a connection between the driver and his media officer and had run with it. But he was adamant that he loved only her. He asked her to trust him and let it run its course and like a fool she had believed him. She endured the family get together which she had been politely ordered to attend and she had never been one to deny Pascale of anything. Charlotte had joined them and slowly she had to watch as the man she loved was photographed with the other woman. She didn’t attend many races anymore, but she answered his calls and messages pretending she was ok. It wasn’t till he was home for two weeks between races that she reached her braking point. One day he had been helping her study concerned that she was over doing it. But she assured him that she was okay. He had left an hour or so before everyone was due to head over to Pascale’s house for dinner. Y/n finished up her paper before quickly hopping in the shower.

 

She had been catching up with Carla, Arthur’s girlfriend ever since she had gotten to the house unaware that Charles was even there. It was only when she excused herself to use the rest room did she find out. He was sitting in his old bedroom sitting on the sofa phone in his hand. He was talking to someone who she recognised as Charlotte. She wasn’t one to listen in to other conversations but when she heard her name she stopped.

“Charlotte she’s my friend that’s all.”

“Come on Charlie.” y/n felt her heart crack. As far as she knew she was the only one he let call him that. “It’s painfully obvious that she has a thing for you.”

“She can feel what she wants but she’s not my type.”

“Which is why I’m perfect to fit the role. I’m exactly your type.”

“I guess.”

“I can tell you want more Charles. Maybe when we spend the summer together in Corsica, we can explore our relationship more.”

Summer together? Y/n was confused, he had made plans to go with her and Arthur to Los Angeles for her birthday. Guess that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

“Ok. I can’t promise anything, but you are beautiful and smart, so maybe we can see what happens.” Charles replied. “I need to go. Family dinner and all.”

“Would have been nice to be there.”

“Yep. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Good night, Charlie, Boy.”

Y/n knew it was over. Charles wanted a woman like Charlotte not her. Suddenly everything just made perfect sense and she wasn’t sure why she hadn’t seen it before now. She quickly rushed downstairs and collided with her best friend.

“Hey Petal, where’s the fire?”

“Art, can you tell your mom I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel really sick. Think I ate something bad at lunch. I need to go.”

“Go where?” Charles had joined them.

“y/n isn’t feeling good. Thinks it was something she ate.”

“y/n?” Charles was concerned. He knew she hadn’t eaten anything all day so it couldn’t be that. “Maybe you need to sit down, Art, can you get some water?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

“Y/n come sit,” he took her arm, but she quickly withdrew it. “Cherie, what’s wrong?”

“I just need to go home. I really don’t feel good.”

“You haven’t eaten today. That’s probably why you feel ill. Eat something then I’ll take you home.”

She mustered up a small smile before looking at him. “I’ll be ok. Just need to go lay down a bit.”

He eyed her suspiciously. “Ok, let me get my keys.”

“I can walk. Fresh air might do me some good.”

“No way in hell I’m letting you walk home. Wait here.”

Arthur returned with a glass of water which she quickly drank down. “Woo slow down there.”

Charles quickly returned, keys in hand. “I’m gonna take her home. Tell Maman not to wait.”

The car ride was quiet as she rested her head against the window, her mind going over her whole relationship with Charles. Had anything been real at all? She had thought he was different, that he actually loved her, but she had been deluding herself all this time. She quickly opened the door as soon as he pulled to a stop and raced inside. He followed after her calling her name, but she didn’t stop till she had locked herself in the bathroom. If she was using that excuse, she may as well make it believable. She heard him call her name from the other side of the door, but she just sank against it. After a couple breaths she called out, “Go to dinner Charles. I’m just gonna clean up and go to bed.”

“I’m worried about you Cherie.”

She forced down a sob slowly breathing in and out before she responded. “I just feel so nauseous. But I’ll be ok. Your mom is waiting for you.”

“Ok Cherie. If that’s what you want.”

She waited till she heard the front door close before getting up and slowly made her way to her room.

She woke up around 3am and felt a strong pair of arms around her. She shifted slightly to see Charles laying next to her asleep. She gently removed his arm so she could get up and tip toed to the kitchen before putting on the kettle. She sat down at the table pulling a bunch of papers closer.

“Bébé?” Charles walked into the kitchen topless and hair a mess. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Got thirsty. Making some tea, you want?” she had decided last night that she wasn’t going to cry over anything anymore. She was tired of feeling like she wasn’t good enough. She was going to start over and knowing the man in front of her, he would try to stop her, she had to do what was best for her. He could have Charlotte; she would not make him chose. Besides what’s that saying? “If there’s a choice between two women, pick the second. Cause if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have found something in the second.”

He pulled out the chair next to her. Sitting down he took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against her skin. “I want to know what’s wrong.”

“You were right. I was pushing myself too hard and it just hit me.”

“You need to take better care of yourself Cherie. I need my bubbly girl.” The kettle began to whistle, she began to stand but he made her sit. He got up and made the two of them some chai tea with honey. After placing the cups down, he got a container out of the fridge and popped it into the microwave. “You still haven’t eaten, have you?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t really had an appetite.”

“I brought some food.”

“Thanks. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

“You were sleeping so I didn’t want to wake you.” The microwave dinged and he pulled out the food which y/n had to admit smelled amazing. Pascale was an amazing cook. He placed the steaming bowl on front of her with some hot sauce, knowing how much she loved it. He grabbed a fork out the draw. “Eat, please?”

She smiled softly before placing some food in her mouth. It tasted so good, and she heard her stomach grumble. Causing Charles to chuckle. She grabbed another fork full and held it out to him. He shook his head. “Please?”

He leaned forward and she popped the fork in his mouth. He looked at her the whole time and it made her stomach flip, not from hunger. He loved holding eye contact with her especially when they were having sex, and it always made her excited and loved. But now that she knew the truth it felt different. She looked back down at the food. He knew something was off, but he knew he couldn’t pressure her. He turned to the papers. “Have you thought about where you want to go?”

She shrugged, “There’s John Hopkins and Oxford. Harvard has offered as well. All three have amazing med programs.”

“Oxford is closer though. You wouldn’t be so far from me.”

“I still have to figure somethings out before I make a decision.”

“We can talk about it, if you want.”

“It’s late. Maybe later.”

“Ok just promise me that you won’t make one without talking to me first.”

“I won’t.” But that would turn out to be the biggest lie she would ever tell him.

 

7 Years Later

“Dr DuPont? Dr Adams needs you in treatment 4 please.” y/n looked up from the chart in front of her towards the nurse.

“Did he say what he needed Sarah?”

“He had a little boy on there and you know how he is with children.”

“Yep, okay I got it. Can you make sure Mrs Leire gets to x-ray please. I think she has a fractured fibula.”

“Will do Doc. Hopefully it stays like this today.”

“As long as no one says the word,” she pressed her finger to her lip with a small chuckle.

As a resident at North-western Memorial Hospital y/n was used to how chaotic the ER could get so it was kind of nice that it wasn’t as busy as it usually is. She had managed to help Dr Damian Adams with his “small” problem before she was drawn back into the ER by the nurses. She was handed an iPad and made her way into the next treatment room to find a young woman sitting on the bed holding her left arm tightly to her chest. Y/n looked over the chart. “Hi Alexandra, I’m Dr DuPont. How are you doing this evening aside from the obvious?”

The brunette woman smiled softly at her clearly in a significant amount of pain. “I’ve felt better.”

Y/n noticed her accent and mentioned as much. “Is that a French accent I detect?”

“It is. I’m from France.”

“Enchante.” (Nice to meet you.)

“Tu parle français?” (You speak French?)

Y/n nodded. “I grew up in Monaco.”

“Oh, wow that’s great. My boyfriend is actually from there.” She grimaced as her arm shifted. “He’s on his way.”

“Let’s have a look.” She began gently taking Alexandra’s arm and trying not to cause any more pain she proceeded to examine it. “What exactly happened?”

“Some of us went ice skating and I’m not really good at it. Took a tumble and landed on my arm.”

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“No, just my arm.”

“I’m going to send you for an x-ray but I think at the very least you have a fracture and the worst a broken arm.”

“I hope it’s not broken.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you up to x-ray and have you sorted out in no time. Everything else seems great.” She got up and stuck her head out of the room, “Nikki?” she called to one of the nurses at the charge desk.

“Dr DuPont?”

“Can you please take Miss Marlowe up to x-ray please?”

“No problem.” the young girl got up and came over. “Miss Marlowe, you ready?”

Alexandra nodded and got up off the bed. “Thank you, Dr DuPont.”

“We’ll see you in a little bit.”

Y/n was helping another patient when Alexandra’s boyfriend and another friend walked into the hospital. Alexandra was still currently getting her x-ray, but Sarah allowed the two men to wait in the consultation room for her. Y/n had just handed over care of her other patient for admission when she headed over to the nurses' station to find them huddled together whispering among themselves. “Ladies, is everything okay?”

“Oh, that girl with the broken arm?” Nikki asked.

“What about her?” Y/n asked.

“Well, her boyfriend just arrived and all I can say is Wow.”

“Has her x-ray come through yet?”

“Yep,” Sarah handed her the iPad.

“Great, now can you act like the professionals you are and get back to work?” she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Sorry Dr.” they mumbled half-heartedly together.

“You can see for yourself Y/n,” Sarah said to her softly as she passed.

Y/n rolled her eyes, “Have Andy come down to put a cast on her, I’ll speak to the boyfriend and write up a prescription for meds,” she said before heading into the consultation room.

She felt her heart stop for a second when she saw the two men standing in there. He looked even better then when she had last seen him all those years ago. He was just staring back at her in shock.

“Y/n?” Joris, Charles’ best friend was the first to break the silence. “Wow.” He walked over and pulled her into a hug which she returned still looking at Charles.

“Hi.”

“Alexandra is your girlfriend?” she asked them both unsure.

“She’s his girlfriend,” Joris pointed at his friend who had evidently last his ability to talk. Joris looked between the two noticing how awkward it was. “I’m gonna go.... somewhere not here.” Neither of them seemed to take note.

After what felt like an eternity Charles stepped closer to her and pulled her close, placing his face in the crook of her neck, “Cherie.”

She didn’t want to, but her body reacted of its own accord, and she returned the hug. An announcement sounded outside and broke the spell causing her to pull away. “Its good to see you Charles.”

He didn’t want to let her go. He tried taking her hand but she moved away from him. “You look good.”

“Thanks. Alexandra has broken her arm and will have to wear a cast for about 6 weeks. She can go to her local doctor to have it removed after that. I have a prescription for some pain medication which will help. She’s getting the cast now but as soon as she’s done I’ll discharge her but she might be a bit drowsy from the medicine.”

“Thank you. I miss you.” He again tried to move closer to her but just as he did Alexandra returned.

“Hey Babe, I see you met my doctor.”

“Yeah we’ve met.”

Joris choose that moment to return. “You okay Alex?”

“Yep. They gave me the good stuff.”

“Yeah about that, no driving or anything too strenuous at least for a few days. Need to let that bone heal. Doctors orders.”

“Thank you Dr DuPont.” She smiled.

“Hey, y/n you coming to the wedding?”

 Everyone turned to Joris, Alexandra surprised. “Art will kill me if I don’t. Besides Carla asked me to be maid of honour.”

Alexandra looked at them before asking, “Am I missing something? You all know each other?”

Y/n smiled lightly at the girl, “Monaco is a small country. I’ll go get your discharge papers ready.” She left the group in the room and found Sarah.

“Are you okay Doc?” the older nurse asked her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Been a long night. Can you please get everything sort for Alexandra? She’s good to go.”

“Sure no problem.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go get some air. I’ll be back in a few.”

Sarah was busy finishing up the paperwork when Charles came out of the room looking for someone. She smiled at him as he approached her. “Hi there. I’m looking for Dr DuPont?”

“She stepped out for a minute. Maybe I can help?”

“Thank you, but I really need to talk to her.”

Sarah nodded knowingly. “Coffee truck outside. But you didn’t hear from me.”

He smiled in thanks before making his way outside. He saw her standing talking to a man inside a small caravan. He made his way over.

The older man looked away from the young doctor and smiled. “Hi there, what can I get you?”

“Actually, I’m here for her,” Charles replied looking at y/n. “Pouvons-nous parler?” (Can we talk?)

“Je dois retourner au travail.” (I have to get back to work.)

“Please?” he looked at her, eyes pleading.

“Ok.” She walked over to a bench in front of the hospital and sat down. He joined her.

“I’m proud of you Cherie.”

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why did you leave? You didn’t even say goodbye.”

She sighed, “I had to make a choice.”

“I thought we were going to make it together. You promised you wouldn’t decide without talking to me.”

“What would it have matter?”

“I loved you Cherie.”

“I asked you not to call me that.”

“Why? Last I remember, you loved when I called you Cherie, or Mon Amour. But especially Belle when I was inside you.”

She stood up. “I need to get back.”

He got up and grabbed her hand stopping her. “Did I do something wrong? Did you not love me?”

She pulled her hand from him. “Are you kidding me? You had my heart Charles. I would have done anything for you. But I was just your little secret.”

“What are you talking about?”

Y/n felt her pager go off and quickly grabbed it. “I have to go.”

“Y/n?”

“I’m sorry,” she threw her cup on the trash and raced inside.

 

Several weeks later.

Being back home in Monaco after all these years felt like nothing she could describe. The familiar sights and smells made her realise just how home sick she was. And that didn’t even include seeing her friends and family again. Sure she had met up with a few over the years here and there but to be sitting across the table from her second mom Pascale was beat by nothing. She had only arrived at the airport a few days ago and they had been waiting for her. Pascale, Carla and Charlotte, Lorenzo’s girlfriend. The three women had engulfed her and she knew she needed to come back more often. But it was when she saw Arthur and Lorenzo that she really felt back. She hadn’t seen Charles yet but she wasn’t surprised. They hadn’t spoken again since Alexandra had been discharged but she had noticed that he had followed her on Instagram. They were busy discussing some wedding plans when Charles and Alexandra arrived. The feel of his lips against her skin when he had kissed her cheeks lightly burned. How was it possible that after all these years he still made her feel things. After everyone had settled and enjoyed lunch, y/n had excused herself under the pretence of seeing some other old friends. She had just reached Pascale’s car which she was borrowing when Charles stopped her. “My car.”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m driving.”

“Okay, well have fun,” she said opening the door. But he pushed it closed making her realise how close he was.

“Cherie, don’t argue with me please. Get in my car.”

“Why?”

“Because we need to talk. I’m not above dragging you,” he smirked.

“Sure, but what would your people think?”

“Our people, and I don’t care.” She bit her lip thinking about it. He reached out and pulled her lip out. “Don’t do that. Am I dragging you?”

She shook her head. “Fine.”

He went around the side and opened the door for her waiting for her to get in before closing it. He walked over to the drivers side and climbed in. “Where to?”

“You tell me, seeing as how I’m here against my will.”

“And I thought you wanted to go somewhere?”

“I wanted air.”

He nodded in understanding. “Ok I know where to go.”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.”

They drove around for a while before he pulled into the marina. He got out and was by her side before she had a chance to unbuckle her seat belt. “The marina?”

“Yep, I know how much you love the open water.”

“Last I checked,” she waved an arm around, “this is the marina not open water.”

“Technicalities Mon Amour. Come on.” He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her along the jetty towards his boat. “After you.”

She climbed aboard the boat and made herself comfortable while Charles got them out into open water. He watched her as he drove, she was more beautiful then ever and he had missed her when she left. Hell he still missed her everyday. “Cherie?”

She looked towards him. “Why do you still call me those nicknames?”

“Because they are yours.”

“What about Alex?” she asked looking back over the water.

“What about her?”

“I’m sure she can’t be happy that you out here with me. Besides don’t you call her those things?”

“No. And we are free to do what we want.” He stopped the boat and went to sit down beside her. “What did you mean? Back in Chicago.”

“Charles I really don’t want to talk about this.”

“You owe me an explanation.” She looked at him. “You left. You basically cut me out of your life, no goodbye, no reason. You ignored my calls, my messages. Why?”

“Charlotte.”

“What does this have to do with my brother’s girlfriend?”

“Your girlfriend Charlotte. She was your type, beautiful and smart.”

He sat back, “I know I have a type. What I don’t understand is your point.”

“She’s not my type.”

“Excuse me?”

“I heard you talking to her, the night of your mom’s dinner. You told her I wasn’t your type.”

“Yn I said what I had to say to keep the powers that be happy. You’re more my type then any other girl. You’re the smartest person I’ve every met. And why do you think I call you Belle?” he took her hand and pulled her close. “Every inch of you is perfect and beautiful.”

He ran his fingers down across her cheek. She closed her eyes at his touch and bit down on her lip. He groaned. “What?”

“The only one who gets to bit those lips is me.” He took hold of her chin and pulled her in for a kiss.

She knew it was wrong and she felt like she couldn’t trust him but her body reacted of its own accord and she responded. It was only when he pulled her into his lap that she came to her senses. She pushed off him and began to pace. “No. You can’t do that.”

“Cherie.”

“Charles no. You treated us like a secret. For over a year, we had to sneak around and when others were around it was like I was invisible.”

“We agreed that it was for the best. You know how the media and the fans can be.”

“No you decided that and I went along with it because I love you. Yet Charlotte and Alexandra get hate. I’ve seen it and you don’t bat an eye.”

“I thought I was protecting you. I knew how hard it was for you, how you felt like you weren’t enough. But Bebe you have always been enough for me. More than.”

“What about our families?”

“I admit that was for my own selfish gain.”

“What do you mean?”

“I liked having you all to myself. Just us and no one else. Arthur already has you as his best friend. Maman sees you as her daughter. I just wanted you for me.”

“Charles,”

“No, I was a selfish bastard.” He got up and walked over to her needing to touch her. “It was so hard watching other guys talk to you especially the drivers. But knowing you were mine made it easier.” He pulled her flush against him. “Cherie, I’m sorry for all of it. If I can go back and change things I would. I just wish you would have talked to me.”

“Would it have changed anything? I was always going to go to med school.”

“I know, but I would have been by your side. Supporting you just like you did for me.”

She tried to pull away from him, knowing that if she didn’t she was going to give in to need for him. “Charles please let me go.”

“If you can tell me you don’t still love me.”

“What?” she choked.

“You said you went along with me because you love me. Present tense. So Cherie look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t and I’ll let you go.”

“I.....”

“Why are you crying Cherie?” he asked brushing her tears.

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”

‘Say I don’t love you.” He pulled her in for a searing kiss but before things got out of hand, she pulled away. “I’m getting married Charles.”

He stepped back in surprise. “You’re getting married?”

“Yes.”

Sitting back down he patter the seat next to him. She sat down. “Who is he?”

“His name is Ryan and he is a detective back in Chicago.”

“Why isn’t he here and where is your ring?”

“He is testifying on a case but he’ll be here for the wedding. As for the ring, it was too big so it’s getting resized.”

Charles couldn’t believe it. He had thought it would the two of them together forever but now she was telling him that some other guy was going to get to make her his wife. “When?”

“When?”

“Are you getting married?”

“We haven’t got a date yet.”

“Why not?”

“Just been busy and we just got engaged a month ago.”

“Ok.”

“Okay?”

“I have time.” Charles got up and went to start the boat

“Time for what?”

He just winked at her and turned the boat back towards the marina.

As soon as he had dropped her at his mom’s house, Charles made his way to his brother’s place. “Arthur, I need you to help me get Yn back.”

“Back?”

“You have beer? We need to talk.”

 

Over the next few days Y/n found herself been teamed up with Charles at almost every event. Not to mention she received a lot of little gifts here and there, she knew it was Charles. Ryan arrived just five days before the wedding and Yn was happy to see him but she didn’t miss the way Charles would watch them or the fact that Alexandra wasn’t around. The night of the rehearsal dinner Arthur dropped the bomb that y/n and Charles would be walking down the aisle together and as party of the wedding party they would be sharing a dance. She pulled Arthur away just before dessert. “What are you doing?”

“No idea what you mean?”

“I’m supposed to be walking with Enzo.”

“Change of plans, Carla wanted Charlotte and Lorenzo and you and Charles.”

“Why are you both pushing me and Charles together?”

He shrugged, “We’re not. It’s just how it’s worked out. Come on y/n it’s one day. Look I know things with you and Charles is complicated...”

“You have no idea,” she mumbles.

“Actually, I do.”

“What?”

Arthur looked towards the door, making sure they were alone. “Charles told me.”

“How much?”

“All of it. I wished you would have told me. I kinda sensed that something was different, the fact that he was always worried about you and how he’d get irritated when some guy was talking to you. I should have seen it.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you. You’re my best friend.”

“It’s okay. He explained it all. Even the part of Charlotte. She never made him happy. Now I know why.”

She walked over to a little bench and sat down. “It doesn’t matter now anyway. He’s with Alex and I’m with Ryan.”

Arthur joined her, “They broke up “

“Who?”

“Charles and Alex. That day when you two disappeared, that night after he told me everything he broke up with her.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s in love with you.”

“Arthur...”

“Y/n hear me out.” She nodded for him to continue. “Do you know he went after you?”

“He did?”

He nodded. “It was a few months after you left for America. He had to wait for summer as he had back to back races but I remembered he would pester me with information about where you were. Apparently you blocked him. But he found a picture of you with some of your class mates and he was able to track you down to Baltimore but by the time he got there you had gone on summer vacation with some of your friends.”

“He never told me.”

“He never told me why he was going there. He just said he was taking a trip to the US. He knows he screwed up big time and I know that he is in love with you. The question is how do you feel?”

“He knows how I feel but I love Ryan. We’re getting married. I can’t just throw the last 4 years of my life away. Besides I live in Chicago my home, my job it’s there.”

He took her hand, “Petal you are my best friend and you know I love you and want only the best for you. Whether that’s Charles or Ryan, only you can decide. But I want you to promise me that you well think about things before you actually marry Ryan. Before you commit yourself to anything.”

She nodded. He pulled her close and kissed her upon her head. Before getting up and re-joining the party. She sat there for a few more minutes before Ryan came out looking for her. She got up took his hand and kissed him before they too re-joined the party.

 

The day of the wedding arrived and even though Carla was supposed to be the show stopper, Charles could not take his eyes off of y/n. The dark purple dress that Carla had picked for her bridesmaids looked amazing on her. It flowed down her body in soft silk, hair up exposing her beautiful cream neck. That neck that he loved to suck on, leaving his mark on her. He had sent her little gifts, everything she loved. But he knew his time was running out of he was going to get her back, He hated seeing her with Ryan, he just hoped that his plan would work.

“You look gorgeous Mon Amour.” Charles finally had the opportunity to talk to her and have her on his arms as the bridal party took to the dance floor. Arthur had made sure to pick a good song which allowed him to hold her close to his body without suspicion.

“You can’t call me that anymore Charles. You know that.”

“I’ll never stop call you that, or Cherie or Belle. Because that’s who you are. I don’t care about Ryan.”

“He’s my fiancé.”

“For now.”

“Just what does that mean?”

“You haven’t set a date.”

“So?”

“So are you sure you want to marry him?”

She tried to pull away but he held her tighter, tight enough to make her gulp. “Charles,”

“Song is still playing. Might raise some questions Cherie.”

“Well maybe I don’t care.”

“Oh you care because your fiancé is watching and if you rush away now, he’ll have questions. How are you gonna explain to him that you have feelings for someone else?”

“Don’t do this Charles.”

“I love you and you love me.”

“It’s not that simple. You know that.”

With that the song ended and she was finally able to move away from him. He did not get the chance to be alone with her again that night.

Two days after the wedding Ryan had to return home and Yn was staying behind a few more days. She and Pascale were spending some time together when she got a phone call.

“Hello?”

“Good Afternoon is this Dr Yn DuPont?”

“That is correct. Who may I ask is this?”

“My name is Giovanni Merlenti I worked for the FIA. We’re the....”

“I know who the FIA is, I grow up around Formula 1.”

“That’s right, I read that in your resume.”

“My resume? I apologise for being blunt but why are you calling me?”

“Its about the job. We would very much like for you to join our team. Your resume speaks for its self and added to that the recommendations we’re received, well you’re perfect for the position.”

“What position?”

“Head of our medical staff. You’ll be travelling the world with the formula one teams making sure that everyone, especially the drivers are healthy and should the need arise make sure they are taken care of should anything happen.”

“I’m sorry Mr Merlenti but I didn’t send in my resume. I wasn’t even aware of the position.”

“Of course, we received it from a team principal, you come highly recommended.”

“Which team principal?” she asked bit having the feeling she already knew the answer.

“It doesn’t matter Dr DuPont. I can sense that this has come as a surprise but I would really like you to think about it. You will of course be well paid and get to see the world. I have your email address, so I will send you a contract to go through and give you a few days to think about it. You can respond to that email. Have a good day further.”

“Thank you. Good bye.” She put down the phone, fuming. Just what the hell was Charles doing?

 

Charles had just sat down to watch a movie when someone started banging on his door. He put down his cup of coffee. “I’m coming, just relax.” When he opened the door he came face to face with a very pissed of Yn. “Hey Cherie.”

“Don’t ‘Hey Cherie;’ me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she slammed her purse on the kitchen counter. He walked over to her and reached out his hand which she slapped away. “Don’t touch me.”

“Calm down Yn and tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong? You applied for a position with the FIA for me?”

“Oh that.”

She hit him in the arm, quite hard. “That’s all you have to say? Why would you do that? I have a job.”

“Yeah, in Chicago.”

“It’s my home.”

“No, you’re home is here in Monaco. Actually technically it’s with me.”

She sighed, “I’m not having this discussion with you again. I’m getting married Charles. You need to accept that.”

“I can’t,” he said moving closer and trapping her between his body and the counter. He placed his hands on either side of her.

“Move.”

He shook his head, “Why haven’t you set a date yet?”

“I told you, we’ve been busy. We both have hectic jobs.”

“The truth Yn. Are you in love with him?”

“Stop.”

“Answer the question first.”

“I love him ok?”

He shook his head and lifted a hand to run his thumb across her lips. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Please.”

“Does his touch make you ache like mine does?” he ran his finger down her neck towards her chest. “Does he make you wet just thinking about his fingers, like I do? Does he touch you in just the right places? Does he even know the right places?” She felt her eyes close as his hand continued to travel down her body to the hem of her dress. While he leaned in and started trailing little kisses on her neck. She instinctual moved her head to the side to give him better access. She let out a moan as she felt his hand slip under the dress and into her panties. “Your already dripping Belle. Can he make you do that?”

“Charlie,” she gasped as he easily slid a finger into her wet pussy.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he looked her in the eye finger still inside her but not moving. “Tell me now.”

Without a word she crashed her lips onto his. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her making her jump into his arms. He wrapped her legs around his waist and carried her to his room never detaching his lips from hers.

He made her stand as he removed her dress and underwear before pushing her onto the bed. He made quick work of his own clothes and joined her on the bed, his lips leaving searing kisses along her body. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he gently slipped his cock inside her warm, wet walls.

“Charlie,” she moaned as he filled her up, reaching the deepest parts.

“Tell me what you want, what you need Cherie.”

“You.”

He began moving faster and harder, the sounds of skin slapping on skin, heavy breathing and moans that were like music to his ears. He let go of her hands so that he could touch her clit while he moved his cock in and out.

“Please go faster,” she cried as she grabbed onto the bed sheets, the pleasure building inside her. She didn’t know if she could last much longer.

He knew it, he knew her body, just how to make her squirm and thrive. “You look so beautiful. You were made for me Mon Amour. And I was made for you. Cum for me,”

“I’m close. Don’t stop, please.”

He felt her tightening around him, and he could feel his own ache coming, “Let go Amour.” He felt her body begin to shake as she reached ecstasy crying out the name he loved to hear caused him to explode inside her , coating he walls with his cum. He flopped down next to her pull her with him so that he was still inside her. Just the fucked out look on her face made his cock twitch again. He kissed her, before pulling her into him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you and Alex broke up?”

“I didn’t want you to blame yourself.”

“But you broke up with her because of me?”

“I broke up with her because I didn’t love her. It would have ended soon anyway. No one lasts because their not you.”

“Charles.”

He kissed her again to silence her. “ No, lets just enjoy this. Tomorrows problems are tomorrows. Right now all I want to do is hear you scream my name again.” He pulled out of her causing her to whine. “Oh Cherie, just you wait. I’m not done with you.” Sliding down the bed he grabbed her legs and pulled her down placing each leg on either side of his head he dipped down ready to taste.

The sunshine work him up and he turned with a smile which quickly fell away as he saw the empty bed beside him except for a piece of paper with two simple words, “Goodbye Charlie.”

It had been several weeks since she left and Charles had not heard from her at all. He had thought about calling her but he had realised that this was her answer. He missed her, it was almost eating him up in side and he knew it was effecting his driving. He was struggling out there and today’s qualifying was the tip of the ice berg. He had just barely made it through to Q2 of the English Grand Prix when he lost control of his car and ended up in the barrier. It wasn’t a bad crash but he had some how managed to cut his arm while getting out the car and was currently waiting in the med bay to see the doctor. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear someone come in until they spoke.

“You miss me that much?”

His head shot up at the sound of her voice, “Cherie?”

“Hey Charlie. I’m sorry I left. I had to go back and sort some things out. I mean if I’m going to be travelling the world with f1 I had to pack up in Chicago.”

“You took the job?” he replied getting up.

She nodded.

“What about Ryan?”

“I ended it. You were right, I never picked a date because even though I loved him, I wasn’t on love with him.”

“Really?” he smirked.

“Yeah, turns out there’s the Monegasque guy who kinda stole my heart along time ago. And I can’t seem to find anyone who makes me feel the way he does.”

“Do you want someone else to do that?”

“No, I want him. But I’m not sure he is available.”

“Oh I know for a fact his available.” He pulled her into his arms.

“Careful, we need to fix that arm.”

“It can wait. I need my girl more.”

“Charlie,”

“Don’t call me that here Cherie.”

“Why?”

“While I don’t think you’ll want me to take you right here do you?”

“I love you but nope.”

“I love you too Cherie. And as soon as I get this arm fixed up and do my media duties I’m taking you out on a date.”

“Really? Where we going?”

“Somewhere extremely public. I want the world to know who is the love of my life and who is going to be my future wife and mother of my children.”

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

“I lost you once Cherie. I have no intention of ever making that mistake again. You stuck with me for life.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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Let Me Go

Hi guys. Have a new Charles Leclerc story up. I hope you enjoy it. All mistakes are my own. I prefer longer stories but if you prefer separate parts then let me know ☺️

Trigger warning for mention of SA.

LET ME GO

Being in love with your brother’s best friend is not always the ideal scenario. A scenario Y/N Fontaine only knew too well. Her brother Riley was best friends with Charles Leclerc having lived next door to the Leclerc family their whole lives. Y/N was about two years younger then the boys and was extremely close to her brother and to Charles, but she knew that he only saw her as a little sister. Riley and Charles were both charming, sweet guys and plenty of girls threw themselves at the two guys. Y/N loved spending time at the track with the two as Charles raced around and Riley tinkered with the karts. As they got older Y/Ns crush on the Leclerc boy only grew but she never told anyone about her feelings except one, her best friend Chloe Dupont. She had been the one to keep Y/n realistic about Charles and her feelings for the boy. She had shown y/n that the future F1 star only cared about her in a platonic way and as far as y/n was concerned that was good enough for her.

Bounding down the stairs of her house y/n was excited as she was on her way to spend the day with her best friends. She stopped as she past the living room on her way to the door when her brother called her name. “Hey guys,” she smiled. Riley, Charles and their other two friends Pierre Gasly and Dean Monet were seated around the long table clearly in the middle of something important.

Pierre got up and crossed the room to give her a hug. “Hey Petal.”

Hugging him back tightly y/n chuckled at the nickname. “Hey Gasly.” She noticed Charles was looking at her and she felt her cheeks grow warm but she simply smile at him before turning to her brother. “What’s up Ry?”

“Where you off to?”

“We have to finish planning for the school dance. Its only a few weeks away.”

Dean shifted in his chair, “You have a date yet?”

All the guys turned to look at the young Frenchman except Charles. He kept his eyes on her.

Riley raised an eyebrow at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Umm I have to go or I’ll be late. But I’ll see you later.” y/n moved over to her brother and kissed his cheek. Pierre had gone back to his chair but as he passed her he tapped his cheek. She rolled her eyes before kissing his as well. She looked at Charles who too tap his cheek, she quickly walked over and repeated the action. It did not go unnoticed though that y/n had not done the same with Dean. Maybe it was simply the fact that he had embarrassed her but the reality was that he creeped her out. Ever since she had turned 17 a year ago, the older blond boy had begun paying too much attention to her and not in a good way. He had even tried to kiss her in the bathroom at Riley’s 18th birthday party, something she had never told any of the other guys. With a final goodbye she left the boys to work on whatever it was they were doing.

The girls were currently sitting in Chloe’s room papers laying everywhere. Planning a dance was a lot harder then they had anticipated but it was fun. Y/n and another girl were talking about some designs and Chloe had gone off to the bathroom when the latter’s phone buzzed next to them on the bed. Y/n glanced quickly before taking a second longer look. Why was Charles sending her friend messages. She grabbed the phone and read the message that was opened on the lock screen.

“Gonna be a little late in picking u up 2morrow.”

Confused y/n opened her friend’s phone as they knew each others passcodes. She clicked on the chat between Chloe and Charles, realising that the two of them were an item. She looked up as Chloe entered the room. The other girl saw the look on her friend’s face and the phone in her hand. “Y/n,” she started but was interrupted.

“How long?”

“A month.”

Y/n nodded getting up and grabbing her things.

“Where are you going?” Chloe demanded.

“What’s going on?” Abigail asked looking between the two.

Y/n ignored the girl, just looking at her friend. “You’ve been seeing each other for a month but how long have you been hiding your feelings from me? Have you been laughing behind my back about my “stupid little crush.”

“Its not like that.”

“Oh really?” she asked hands on hips. “Tell me them Chloe how is it?”

Chloe rolled her eyes. “You want the truth? Fine! Do you really think that a guy like Charles would ever be interested in you? You’re a nerd, you’re on the plumper side and he’s your brother’s best friend. If he wanted you he would have made a move already and not fallen for me. You’re out of his league y/n. It’s time you realise that.”

“Well at least I realised now what kind of friend you really are.” y/n threw her bag onto her shoulder and headed for the door. “Good luck Abbey.”

As soon as she got home she could hear the boys in the lounge watching something on the TV. She quickly and quietly made her way upstairs so as not to face them. But as she reach her bedroom door, the last person she wanted to see came out the bathroom.

“Hey.”

“Hi Charles,” she responded quickly without looking at him and opened her door, quickly closing it behind her and climbing on her bed, wrapping her arms around her legs.

There was a gentle knock before the door opened. “Cherie?” He walked inside and gentle closed the door behind him. Seeing how she was sitting concerned him, so he made his way over and sat down next to her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She kept her head down so he wouldn’t see that she had been crying.

“Look at me, please?”

She shook her head, “I’m fine Charles. Can you please just go?”

He reached out his hand and tried to lift her chin, “Please tell me what’s wrong.” She looked up at him and tried to give him a smile in hopes it would convince him but he could see that she had been crying. He pulled her close to him and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head. “Why have you been crying?”

 

“It’s nothing just something stupid.”

“Cherie..” he began but she pulled a way and stood up.

“I’m ok Charles, you don’t have to worry about me,” she wiped her eyes trying to get ride of the evidence of her tears

 He stood up and walked closer to her placing his hand against her cheek. “I’m always going to worry about you. I care about you.”

“I’ll be ok. You should get back to the others before they come looking for you.”

He tilted his head slightly and gave her a piercing look that made her drop her eyes. She stepped away from him, going to her desk and opening her laptop before sitting down.

Charles sighed, knowing her well enough he knew she wasn’t going to tell him. He was just going to have to give her time, but he was determined to find out what going on. “You know I’m here.” She nodded. “Ok.”

She heard him leave and only once the door had closed did she allow herself to breakdown again.

 

For the next several weeks Charles couldn’t help but notice that she was different. None of the others noticed but he did. She seemed to almost be avoiding him but when he asked Riley why she was never around he simply replied that she was busy with finals and college applications. He knew it wasn’t that though, it was something else but he knew with summer coming up he would have time with her. Both their families had planned a vacation together in Corsica and he knew that if she was on a boat in the middle of the sea, she wouldn’t be able to run away. However unbeknownst to Charles y/n was about to change the plans.

One afternoon after school y/n visited her mother and Pascale at the hair salon, excitement in her eyes.

“What has got you looking so happy my love?” Amelie Fontaine asked her daughter.

The young girl reached into her bag and pulled out an envelope. “Maman look at this.”

Amelie put down the hairdryer she had in her hand and took the envelope. She took out the papers and read through the documents. She looked back at her daughter once she was finished. “Egypt? For the summer?”

Y/n nodded. “Professor Shuzman will be chaperoning with a few other teachers. Maman it’s an amazing opportunity. Can you image all the historical things they might found?”

She saw the look on her daughter’s eyes, “ You really want to go?” y/n nodded. “What about our vacation? Riley and Charles head back to racing after. It really is the only free time they get.”

“I know Maman but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Its a historical dig that they are inviting the most promising students to join. This will add to my college applications. And it’s only for three weeks. I join you guys for the last week.”

“I don’t know y/n.”

“Please Maman?”

Finally Amelie agreed. How could she deny her daughter when she was so excited. Y/n screeched in happiness before throwing her arms around her mother.

“However, you are telling your brother.”

“Thank you Maman,” she replied nodded her head.

A few weeks later summer was just starting and y/n was busy doing some last minute packing. It felt a bit weird that she and her family were leaving but were going opposite ways. Them to Corsica and her to Egypt. Riley had been a bit sad when she had told him but was extremely proud of his little sister who also had graduated top of her grade and would be starting University soon. Charles on the other hand was not happy she wasn’t going to be there. He had been looking forward to spending time with her especially since she had been so distant. But there really wasn’t much he could do about it. He decided to invite Chloe to join and she had been more than happy to accept. He had noticed that the two girls no longer spoke and he figured that maybe he could get some answers from his girlfriend. As far as he was concerned though, this was going to be a long summer, too long without her.

Cairo was more amazing then she had imagined. So much history right at her fingertips. The three weeks had flown by far too quickly for her and she was sad to be leaving. Another reason was named Chris. He was an American student who also happened to be the son of the man in charge of the dig. He and Y/n had gotten pretty close over the three weeks. He was charming and funny and not to mention attractive. But what drew him to y/n was his passion for history, much like herself.

“Hey y/n.”

She was currently sitting at a coffee shop in the airport while she waited for her flight. She looked up from her book and found herself looking at the very man she had been thinking of, “Hey Chris.”

“May I?” he indicated to the chair next to her. She nodded. “What times your flight?”

She looked at her watch, “About an hour.”

“I can’t believe that you’re already going home. It’s not going to be the same without you here.”

“I wish I could stay but Uni starts soon and I know if I don’t spend some of the holiday with my family they will kill me.”

He chuckled, “Its nice having a family that’s so close.” She nodded. “Can I...I mean do you think I could maybe come visit you?”

She smiled brightly, “I’d really like that.”

 

She stood at the marina waiting for her brother to pick her up so she could join the family on board Charles’ boat but as she saw the little speedboat approaching the dock, she noticed that it wasn’t Riley at the wheel but Charles. She felt her heart skip a beat at the site of the brunette racer. She had hoped that by being away from him would have magically changed her feelings but she was wrong. On the boat the young man was also feeling something different. As he saw her standing there in a knee length yellow sundress, Charles realised just how much he had missed her. Chloe had only been able to spend the first week with them but even then he hadn’t really enjoyed the company, his mind always thinking about the beautiful girl in front of him. He smiled at her as he pulled the boat to a stop. He reached out his hand and grabbed hers lightly, helping her onto the boat.

“Thanks.”

He hugged her tightly and kissed her head lightly. “ Hi Cherie.”

She returned the hug feeling like this is where she belonged but made sure to not hold on too long. “Hi. Where’s Ry?”

“I volunteered to come fetch you,” he waited for her to sit before starting the boat.

“Why?” she cocked her head.

“I missed you.”

That simple statement sent butterflies erupting in her belly. But she knew not to take it to serious. He meant he missed his friend. “How’s Chloe?”

He shrugged. “Okay I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Haven’t really seen or spoken to her since she went back to Monaco.”

She nodded.

They chatted for awhile about Egypt and everything she had gotten up to. He could listen to her for hours. The way her face would light up when she’d talk about anything she was passionate about, made him smile. Soon the sun was starting to set and they had a little bit further to go when he had an idea. “Do you want to drive for a bit?”

She looked up at him in surprise. “Last time anyone let me drive I almost ended up on the deck of some Americans yacht.”

He chuckled. “Nothing but open water for a bit. Besides I’m right here.”

Biting her lip softly she thought for a minute before nodding her head. She got up and moves closer to the wheel. He stepped back and allowed her to grab the wheel while he stood close behind. He placed his hands over hers on the wheel and she felt her skin burn. She gulped. “Nice and easy Cherie.”

She could feel his breath against her skin and Goosebumps erupted. It felt like time had stopped, his body pressed against her back. Charles was feeling the sparks too. Her skin under his hands, the temptation to run his fingers along her skin, to press his lips against her exposed neck, her perfume intoxicating. He felt himself leaning closer, lips hovering above the skin when he felt her pull away. “You should take over.”

He watched her walk back over and sit down, not looking at him but he could see her cheeks were flushed. They rode in silence for the remainder of the trip and as soon as they got to his boat she was gone in a flash. She didn’t even wait for him to help her off, afraid of what she felt for him. He sighed watching her drift away from him into her mother’s arms.

A Few weeks later

The first few races of the session had not been what Charles had been hoping for. For some reason he had thought that maybe just maybe Ferrari had got over their shit show of a year and making progress. Boy was he wrong. The strategies were even worse than before and both he and Carlos were struggling. Not to mention that he and Chloe had broken up and fans were abuzz with the news that just a few days after breaking up with the girl he had started to hang out with another of their friends Charlotte. She was a nice girl and they had alot of fun. But one thing that didn’t sit well with him was the fact that y/n had become even more distant from him. She had seemed hurt when he and Charlotte got close but tried hard not to show it.

Speaking of the young girl she had been hurt when he had started seeing Charlotte but not surprised. Chloe had been right when she said that he would never see her as anything other then he’s best friends sister. So she did what she had to, focused on school and had made a decision to go out with guys who actually wanted to be around her. It was currently a non race week and even though she had been hoping to spend some time with her big brother, Riley had to go off to the Red bull factory with Max. As his race engineer Max respected and highly trusted Riley’s opinion. So y/n had decided to head home after class, order some pizza and enjoy her favourite movie. She had just gotten to her apartment and had taken off her shoes when she heard a knock at her door. As soon as she opened it she knew she had made a mistake. He shouldn’t be here, in fact she wasn’t even sure how he knew where she lived. She tried to close the door but he was stronger then her, forcing his way in he slammed the door behind him. Before she had a chance to cry for help he struck her across the face. She tried to run to her room, she could lock herself in and call the police but he grabbed her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth. “Not a sound, or it’s gonna hurt a lot more.” He shoved her to the bedroom and pushed her hard on the bed. She tried to fight him but he hit her again hard enough to taste blood. He reached under her dress and ripped off her underwear before shoving it in her mouth. He pulled off his belt and climbed on top of her grabbing her hands together and tying it together with the belt. She didn’t want to give up but he was so much stronger than her, feeling the tears rolling down her face as he ripped open her dress from the top y/n couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening as he forced himself on her.

As soon as he was done he got off her and pulled up his jeans. He leaned over her and undid the belt before putting it back on. Her face was covered in blood and bruises were starting to form. He leaned down again grabbing her chin forcefully and kissed her, she had no energy to pull away but once he released her chin she turned herself over away from him. “Tell anyone and I’ll make it a regular thing.” And then he left. He left her laying there on the bed, broken. It hurt when she moved but she forced herself to get up. She gingerly made her way to the closet and grabbed the longest jacket she had and pulled it on. As easily as she could she made her way down to the garage, thankfully not running in to anyone and found her car.

“Miss Fontaine are you sure there is no one we can call?” a young nurse asked as the doctor examined her. She had made her way to the hospital and was now been questioned by both the hospital staff and the police. She told them everything, everything except who had attacked her. She felt humiliated and violated, just wanting it to be over but more than anything she didn’t want anyone to know especially her family.

Dr Wiseman stood up, she was an older lady about her mom’s age and she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Y/n I’ve got all the evidence I need and will make sure the detectives get it. Katie over here can help you take a shower now if you want?” Y/n shook her head. “Ok. Katie,” she turned to the nurse. “Can you get some clean scrubs for y/n to change into?”

“Sure.”

“Also please ask the detective to come on in.”

She nodded before heading for the door.

“Can I use the bathroom?”

“Of course. Let me help you up “ the older woman took her hand and gently pulled her up.

While y/n was in the bathroom the girl’s phone started ringing. The Dr ignored it the first time it rang but when Katie returned with the clean scrubs the phone rang again and this time Katie answered.

“Hello?”

“Hello?” the man’s voice sounded hesitant. “Im looking for y/n?”

“She is currently with the Doctor but who can say called?”

“Doctor? What happened? Is she ok?”

“I’m really sorry but I can’t share information but I can get her to call you when she is done.”

“I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon.” The man didn’t wait to hear anything before he put down the phone.

Y/n came out the bathroom and sat back down on the bed. “Can I go home now?”

“We need to wait for the Dr to come back. And I know that the police have a few more questions. But soon.”

Several more minutes passed before the Dr returned, by then the police had finished up with her and had promised to keep her updated on their progress, she had just nodded, numbness setting in. As the Dr was talking to her Charles burst through the door. “Cherie.”

“Excuse me sir but you can’t just walk in here, no matter how famous you are.”

“I’m sorry Doctor but she’s family.” He didn’t take his eyes off her and walked closer.

“What are you doing here? Better yet how did you know I was here?” y/n asked. She didn’t want him there, she didn’t want anyone there.

“I called you. Someone said you were with a doctor and this is the only hospital around.”

“Would you like him to leave?” Dr Wiseman asked her.

“Its ok. I just want to go home.”

“Well I really would prefer you to stay over night. You are going to be in some pain. And I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I’ll be ok.”

“She’s going to stay with me.” Charles replied at the same time.

Y/n looked up at him, “I’ll be fine.”

“No arguments. I’ll look after her Dr.”

Dr Wiseman looked between the two before settling her eyes on the young girl. “Its your choice.”

“Its fine.”

“Okay, I’ll get the discharge papers and your medication. Mr Leclerc may I have a word outside please?”

“Ok.”

She waited till they were outside the door before speaking. “I can’t share with you what has happened I’m sure you can understand. She has been through something traumatic and I really don’t want her alone but she might not be ready to talk or want to be touched. So don’t force the issue. Just get her to relax.”

“You don’t have to worry Dr. I’ll take care of her.”

She nodded, “I’ll be back. Oh and Mr Leclerc?”

“Yes?”

“As much as she wants to go home, it might not be the best place right now.”

“Understood.”

The drive back to his apartment was silent, he had an idea of what had happened to her and it made his blood boil. The idea of someone touching her without her permission made him see red. He hat d seeing her like this so small and fragile. But he heard what the doctor had said and didn’t ask anything. He would wait for her. As he pulled up to his apartment she finally spoke. “Why are we here?”

He parked the car and turned off the engine before turning to her, “I told you, you’re staying with me.”

“I want to go home Charles.”

“Cherie, is that really where you want to be right now?”

She took a deep breathe before shaking her head, “No. He was there.”

He slowly reached out a hand so as not to scare her. “You’re safe here.”

“I know.” She pulled her hand away and climbed out the car. Once they had reached his apartment, she asked if she could take a shower. He grabbed one of his hoodies and a pair of track pants for her to wear when she got out. While she was on there he ordered some food and her favourite ice cream. He had just put down the phone when he heard it. He raced towards the bathroom and opened the door. She was sitting in the shower knees up to her chest, crying loud, heart-breaking tears as the hot water ran down on her. Without a second thought he opened the door switched off the water and pulled her into his arms. Right now neither cared nor noticed that she was naked as she buried her face into his chest and let the tears fall. “Please don’t tell them. Please don’t tell anyone.” She begged.

“Its ok Cherie, I won’t tell anyone. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. No one will ever hurt you again.”

After getting her and himself dried up, he had helped her get dress and for the first time saw the bruises. If he got his hands on the bastard that had done this, he was going to kill him. They ate dinner together and they were sitting in the lounge watching a movie when he felt her head slide down. He looked over at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. He grabbed a blanket from top of the sofa and shifted slightly so that her head was on his lap. He threw the blanket over her and gentle started stroking her head. He heard his phone ping and picked it up.

“Hey Cha. Do you want to come over?”

It was Charlotte and he knew his answer right away. There was no way he was going to leave the side of the girl who was currently using his lap as a pillow.

“I can’t. Maybe another time.”

 

It had been several days since the incident, Charles had pretty much taken care of her, taking her to her apartment to get some clean clothes but he wouldn’t let her stay there. He had gradually gotten her to open up and tell him what had happened but she never said who it was. There was a part of him that thought she knew who her attacker was but he never pressed too much. Neither did he press her to tell her brother when he had called a few days ago. Charles had to leave for the French grand Prix and he had convinced her to come with him. He believed it would do her some good and with her currently doing classes online it was a win win. He got to have her close by and she got out of the city. Riley had been happy to hear she was coming if not a bit confused as to why his sister and best friend were spending so much time together without him. Charlotte too had not been thrilled with the Monégasque as he was spending less and less time with her, something y/n brought up on the jet.

“I don’t know y/n. I guess it’s still new and I’m still easing into the relationship.”

“Please tell me it’s not because of me.”

He chuckled, “I like spending time with you. But no that isn’t the reason.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m a big girl. Can’t hide away for ever.”

“I know, believe me. I like having you close though.”

Those words made her stomach flip but she didn’t harp on it. “You should have brought Charlotte with you.”

“And I would have if I wanted too.  Truth?”

“Please.”

“She is a bit of a distraction out there.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t mean in a sexual way. I just mean that she wants the spotlight on her and it’s distracting when I’m trying to focus on the car and the race while she’s making us do photos and things. You always let me vent and go through things with me, even though Riley is on the opposite team.”

“She shrugged, “I like talking stats with you and the cars. You know I love Formula 1 almost as much as you and Ry.”

“Exactly. Sometimes I feel like Charlotte is only with me for the fame. She never showed much interest before I joined Ferrari.”

“Maybe she’s still trying to navigate things herself. It cant be easy having all your fans constantly commenting on everything she does.”

“My fans aren’t that bad. They love you.”

“Because I’m not competition.” He cocked his brow so she continued. “Even though they might not actually have a chance with you, many fans still think they could.”

“Why would you think you’re not competition?”

She shook her head, “Point is maybe just give her some time.”

“Don’t avoid the question.”

She simply gave him a small smile and placed her earphones on her head, shutting him out.

As soon as they had landed in France y/n had been engulfed by the drivers. It had been a while since she had last seen them and most if not all the drivers loved her. Max had quickly swept her away after media day much to Charles’ dismay. Seeing her laughing and so carefree was both a blessing and a curse to him. He was happy she was starting to move on from the rape but he didn’t like that she was so close to Max or any either guy for that matter. Even though he knew he had no right, he had Charlotte after all. A few of them were currently chatting outside the garage when Charles noticed the change in y/n. She suddenly got really quiet and he noticed that she started fidgeting with her fingers, something she had done at the hospital. But it was her eyes that spoke volumes, she looked scared. The look only intensified as his friend Dean Monet approached. She shuffled closer to him, something she had done unconsciously. But that was when things clicked into place.

“Hey guys,” Dean greeted, his eyes landing on y/n.

It happened in a split second, Charles without hesitation drew his hand back and punched Dean hard in the face. Both Mac and Riley grabbed Charles holding him back as he tried to lunge forward. All he knew was that he had to make sure Dean hurt.

“Charles, come on man! What’s gotten into you?” Riley pleaded with his friend.

“Let me go!”

“Not till you calm down.”

Pierre was trying to help Dean who now had what looked like a broken nose.

A couple of guys came out the garage at the commotion. Several more guys had to try and hold Charles back as he broke free from Max and Riley and went for the other guy again.

“Charles!” It was only the sound of her voice that made him stop. He looked at her and saw that she was crying.

“I want him arrested!”

“Arrested? For what?” Riley asked.

Charles didn’t answer, he had promised her but he didn’t need to say anything because she did. “He raped me.”

Riley slowly turned to his sister, “What?”

Pierre stepped away from Dean fist clenched. Max told one of the mechanics to get security.

“I’m sorry Ry. I didn’t want to tell you.”

Dean stared at her blood running down his nose. “She’s lying.”

“Really?” Charles made a move towards him but she placed a hand on his arm stopping him. “Wanna explain the bruises and the hospital report?”

“She wanted it. Liked it rough.”

“You bastard.”

This time it was the mechanics who had to hold back the drivers as Riley, Pierre and Max tried to climb into the guy. But thankfully security showed up and took Dean inside to wait for the police.

“We should go inside, you can use my driver room, its closest.” Max offered. Riley nodded before waiting for his sister to follow Max.

Max closed the door behind the three giving them some privacy. Riley watched as his sister sat down. She didn’t look at him. “Don’t all talk at once.”

Charles replied, “Not mine to share.”

“Y/n?” Riley crouched down in front of her, his hands on her knees. “Talk to me.”

“It was a few weeks ago. You were with Max at the factory. He showed up and forced his way in.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home. Does Maman know?”

She shook her head. “No one knew. Except Charles.”

Riley turned to his friend, “And tell me how is it that you know? And you didn’t tell me.”

“I asked him not to.” He turned back to her. “I was ashamed.”

“Of what?”

“He’s your friend and....”

“And what?”

She sighed. “I could have maybe done something to prevent this “

“Cherie it wasn’t your fault.”

Riley got up from the floor and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Charles is right. You can’t blame yourself.”

“He tried before.”

“What?” both guys asked at the same time.

“At your 18th birthday party. I came out the bathroom and he was there. He cornered me in the room and tried to kiss me. A few other times he would touch me when I’d walk past even though he knew I didn’t like it.”

“You should have told me. This whole time that asshole has been around you.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologise. There is nothing to be sorry about.” He hugged her tight. “Charles, your turn.”

“I called her that night. Wanted to see if she wanted to grab some pizza. One of the nurses answered. I raced over there, just need to make sure she was okay. When I got there I knew something bad had happened. But mate my concern was on her, I didn’t even think to call you and then she made me promise not to tell anyone.”

“But we’ve seen Dean. Why now only?”

“I didn’t know it was him till today.”

“Charles can you give me a Riley a minute?” y/n asked.

“Sure.”

When he was gone, y/n turned to her brother. “Don’t be mad at him. He’s been amazing.”

“I’m not mad at him. I just wish that I could have been there with you. But I’m glad you didn’t go through this alone. I take it that’s why you and Charles have be n hanging out so much.” He nudged her shoulder with a wink.

“Meaning?”

“Nothing.”

She rolled her eyes. “I really am sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. You gonna tell Maman?”

“I really don’t want to. You know how she can be. She’ll make me come stay with her.”

“Cant believe your still at home. You’re tougher then you seem.”

“Actually...”

“What?”

“I’ve kinda been staying with Charles.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, seems like he is as bad as Maman.”

“He cares about you. More than you realise.”

She stood up. “I guess I have to talk to the police now.”

He nodded, “Ill be right there.”

 

As soon as she was done with the police y/n went in search of Charles but he was no where to be seen. “Hey Pierre, you seen Charles?”

The French man shook his head, “Not since...you know. Are you ok?”

“Not the highlight of my day but I’ll be ok.”

“Good. I’m really sorry that happened to you.”

She smiled at him before giving him a hug. “Well I’m glad that I have you guys.”

“Always Cherie.”

When she left Pierre and walked through the paddock, she could feel eyes on her and she knew that people were probably talking about what happened and it made her feel uncomfortable. She popped her brother a message and made her way to the hotel. Since Charles had pretty much insisted on them sharing a room, she figured she would see him later and find out how he had knew about Dean. She had put on a brave face and dealt with everything but the truth was she was exhausted and just wanted to be alone. As soon as she got to the hotel she found Charles sitting at the table with a bag of ice pressed against his right hand. He looked up at the sound of the door closing.

“Hey,” he got up and walked over to her.

“Hi. I looked for you at the paddock.”

He nodded. “Andrea thought it would be better if I came back here. I was done with everything and I needed to cool down and clear my head. I wanted to wait for you though.”

She reached out and moved the ice bag away from his hand and grimaced at the bruises that was forming. “Sit. We should put some ointment on that hand.”

He turned to look at his hand. “Its ok. Doesn’t even hurt.”

“Now yes but you’ll feel it tomorrow. Sit.”

He sat down while she went and grabbed a first aid kit out of the bathroom. Placing it down on the counter, she turned his chair around so that he was facing her. As she began to clean up his hand she asked the question that was on her mind. “Charles, how did you know?”

“You.”

“What do you mean?”

“When he got there I saw you change. Your eyes especially.”

She looked up at him, her green eyes meeting his brown. “When I saw him it made me think of that night.”

He took hold of her hand and drew her closer to him, putting her between his legs. “I had a feeling that you knew the guy and seeing that fear in your eyes, I knew it was him. I wanted to kill him Cherie.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.”

“Even after what he did?”

“I wouldn’t want you or anyone to ruin your lives for me. It’s not worth it.” She stepped back from him and reached for the ice bag taking it to the sink.

He got up and walked over to her making her turn around. He placed a hand on her cheek, “I’d risk it all for you.” He had her trapped between his body and the sink. And just like early when he had hit Dean, he allowed his instinct to take over. Not taking his eyes off hers he leant down and kissed her.

At first she was surprised but just as quickly she responded. His hand that was not on her face moved down to her waist. He pushed his tongue against her lips asking for permission which she gladly allowed. His phone began to ring braking the spell. He tried to ignore it but she pushed against him. “It might be important.”

He sighed before grabbing the phone. “Its Charlotte.”

“Answer it.”

“Y/n.”

“Its ok.”

He declined the call only for it to start ringing again. Y/n moved out the room grabbing the first aid kit as she did. He reluctantly answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey Cha. I have a surprise for you.”

“What is it?”

“Come down to the lobby.”

“You’re here?” he asked looking up as y/n walked back into the room. She looked back at him hearing what he said.

“Surprise!”

Y/n smiled sadly at him before walking out the door. Kissing Charles had been a mistake. He had a girlfriend and Charlotte was a friend. They had gotten caught up in the emotions of the day that was all it was. She heard him call her name as she got on the elevator but she didn’t stop or turn back.

She went over to Pierre and Kika’s room. Ever since Pierre and Kika had started dating she and Y/n had become close friends so as soon as she had met up with her friend they had gone out drinking. Some of the other drivers joined them and as if the universe had fucked her over enough, Charles and Charlotte were among them. She pretended that nothing had happened even though Charles kept looking at her.

Sitting across from her was Logan Sargent one of the Williams drivers. He leaned over, “Hey y/n, would you like to dance?”

“Yes I would.”

As she got up and took Logan’s outstretched hand, she glanced at Charles. Charlotte was basically in his lap chatting to Kika but he was just looking at y/n. She turned away as Logan led her to the dance floor.

Turns out Logan is quite a charming, funny guy and y/n was having fun. At least as much as she could have. After a few dances she leaned up so that he could hear her over the music and excused herself to the bathroom. When she came back Logan was no where to be seen. She walked over to Alex, Logan’s teammate and friend. “Hey, you know where Logan went?”

“He left with some girl.”

“Oh.” That was weird. She thought they had been having fun. She grabbed her jacket and left sending Kika a message so she wouldn’t worry.

Race day arrived and excitement was in the air. Max was on pole as usual and Lewis Hamilton was in second. Charles had managed third place and the top three were looking good. Y/n was currently sitting with Kika in the alpine hospitality ready for the race. She hadn’t spoken to Charles since the kiss and had successfully managed to avoid him. Didn’t hurt that he was too preoccupied with his girlfriend. Logan on the other hand she had seen a few times and every time it seemed like he was avoiding her. She made a note to try and talk to him after the race.

After a predictable but not uneventful race with a few dnfs and two safety cars Max won the French grand Prix with Lewis and Carlos rounding off the podium positions. Charles had had a bad pit stop and Xavier had stuffed up the strategies causing him to finish in 8th. She knew he was pissed and half of her wanted to go to him but he had Charlotte and she needed to respect that. It was only a few hours later once the track was clear and teams were making their way out did y/n manage to talk to Logan. Turns out Charles had told him to stay away from her. Now she was the one that was pissed. She called the airline and booked the first ticket back home before heading to the hotel to grab her stuff.

 

A few weeks later everyone had gathered at the Fontaine home to celebrate Amelie’s birthday. It was the first time y/n and Charles had seen each other since France. She was sitting upstairs after dinner on the balcony when he came looking for her. He lifted her legs off the couch and sat down next to her, placing her legs on his lap. “Hey you.”

“Charles.” She hates how his hands on her thighs made her skin burn.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“Been busy with school.”

“There’s something else.”

She tried to move her legs to get up but he wouldn’t let her. “You threatened Logan.”

“I didn’t threaten him. I merely.....”

“Told him to stay away from me.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Why did you kiss me?”

He sighed softly. “Because I love you.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

This time when she moved he let her. “You love me, like a sister?” He shook his head. She got up. “How long?”

“Always.”

“Then why are you dating my friends?”

He ran a hand over his face conflicted. “Because it’s easier.”

“So I’m hard to love?”

“No,” he stood up too. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then just exactly what do you mean Charles!”

“I’m bad at relationships. I always fined ways to screw it up. Dating other girls is easier because when I inevitably screw up I can walk away and if they never want to see me again it’ll be ok. But I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. You’re the one person I don’t want to ever lose.”

“So what? You just never take a chance?”

“I can’t.”

“So you lied.”

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“That night, when we kissed, you said you’d risk it all for me.”

“I can’t risk you. My career, everything else but not you.”

She brushed away the tears that were falling. “Then you have to let me go.”

He tried to get closer to her but she moved away. “Please Cherie. Don’t do this.”

“It’s not fair Charles. You can’t expect me to sit around and watch you be happy with another girl when I’ve been in love with you for so long. And then get jealous when some other guy actually wants to be with me.”

“I want to be with you..”

“But you can’t. I know I heard you!” she snapped. She turned her back towards him and looked out at the night sky, trying to stop the tears.

 Charles reached out and touched her back. “Y/n, I know you don’t understand but I need you to know that I love you, more than anyone in the world. I’m just not good for you.”

“Ok. You’ve made your decision one j have no say in apparently. Because if I did, I would tell you that I don’t care about anything other then you. I want to be with you but I can’t change your mind. So o have to move on and you have to let me.”

He turned her around. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” She kissed his cheek lightly. “Good night Charles.”

She walked away leaving him to ask himself, “What have I done?”

 

Days turned into weeks since they last talked and it was having an effect on both of them. Charles had been having trouble concentrating on his races and y/n was spending all her time either at school or at home. It wasnt till Kika showed up one day and dragged her out to dinner that y/n finally left her apartment. While they were out she was surprised to run into Chris, her American friend from Egypt. He was in Monaco for to teach a few class at the university which turned out included hers. The two of them spent more time together over the next few days and y/n found herself not thinking so much about Charles. She missed him but she had to go on and when Chris asked her out on a date, she had accepted. She took things slow with Chris but over the weeks she grew closer to him and soon enough he became her boyfriend. It was at y/n’ surprise birthday party that her boyfriend and Charles met for the first time. It hurt seeing her with someone else. He hates how Chris made her laugh and smile. The way he got to touch her and hold her. He knew it was his own fault.

Miami was the turning point for Charles. She was there with him, he had seen them in the Red Bull paddock. She had seen Charles and smiled at him in greeting which made his heart leap but when he saw Chris lean down and kiss her before going off somewhere he took a chance. “Hey Cherie.”

“Hi Charles. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. I miss you.”

“Don’t.”

“I...”

“No Charles. Good luck today.” She left him standing there alone once again heart broken.

A third of the way through the race Charles landed up in the barrier. It was a pretty bad crash but thankfully he was able to get out the car unscathed. For a minute though y/n’ had felt her heart in her throat. The thought of something happening to him was hard to bear. She was debating whether or not she should go down to him when he brother came over to her. The race had been red flagged and everyone was waiting for a restart. “Y/n, he needs you.”

She got up and excused herself before making her way over to the Ferrari garage. Andrea let out a sigh of relief when he saw her. “Drivers room,” was all he needed to say. She knocked softly on the door.

“Go away!”

“Charlie it’s me.”

A few seconds later she heard the door unlock and when he opened it she could see tears in his eyes. She walked in and pulled him close wrapping her arms around him.  “I’m a failure.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am. I can’t do this anymore.”

She pushed back a little so she could look at him. “Charles don’t talk like that. You can bounce back. Accidents happen and the season is still fresh.”

“It’s not the race I’m talking about.”

“Oh.” She let him go and went to sit down.

He closed the door before sitting down next to her. “I know you told me to let you go, but baby I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“You have Charlotte and I’m with Chris.”

“We broke up.”

“When?”

“After your birthday. She’s suspected for a while that I had feelings for you. But after seeing you and Chris together, I was mad. Not at you,” he grabbed her hand and started rubbing his thumb over the skin. “Mad at myself because I knew that it could have been us. We argued, well she started yelling at me and I just ended it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. She’s not you.”

“You can’t do that. You can’t flirt with me. I said you can’t be with me.”

“I was wrong. I want you and I need you.”

“I have a boyfriend Charles.”

“Does he make you feel the way I do?”

“That’s not fair.” She said getting up.

He got up to and pulled her close. “Tell me you don’t love me, that I have lost any chance with you and I will let you go.”

“Charles,”

He began to lean in and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t push him away. But when someone knocked on his door she quickly rushed out the room. “Fuck!”

That night as he lay in the bed his mind trying to figure out how he had stuffed things up, he contemplated calling her. He had tried to find her after the race but she and Chris had left as soon as it was over. He finally settled on sending her a message.

“Please can we talk?”

She read it quite quick but never responded. He groaned before throwing the phone down on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his head as he let out another frustrated moan when he heard a knock on his door. He throw it down and climbed off the bed. He really did not feel like visitors. He was shocked to see her standing there. She didn’t say anything, she simply closed the distance and pulled him into a kiss. He responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, closing the door with his foot.

Clothes scattered around the room, they were laying in his bed wrapped on each other. “You wanted to talk?” she asked laying on his chest in a way that she could look at him.

He brushed some of her messy hair out her face. “You’re here.”

“I broke up with Chris after the race.”

“You did?” he smirked.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Did you mean it? That you want to be with me?”

“Every word baby.”

“So we’re an us now?”

“Now and forever. No chance in hell you’re going anywhere. In fact your not leaving this bed for at least the next 24 hours.”

“Really? And how ever shall I pass the time.”

“I have a few ideas,” he grinned before rolling them over and pinning her to the bed. He kissed her lips before slowly making his way down her neck stopping at each of her breast making sure to apply a lot of pressure on her nipples making her squirm. As he suck and licked them she felt his hand travel down her body reaching for her still sensitive nub and began rubbing circles. She arched her back at the sensation. “You think your ready for round two?” he asked as he slowly pushed his finger inside her.

“Yes,” she gasped.

He moved his lips down her body till he was in line with her pussy. He looked back at her one last time before lowering his head and running his tongue along her sex. The sound she made, made him excited, he knew that was a sound he would never get tired of hearing.  And hopefully the neighbours wouldn’t complain too much.

[olicitymckono]

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His Girl

I absolutely love Max but I'll always be a Charles girl.

Any errors are my own but I really hope you enjoy.

They were best friends, had been since they were 5 years old when they had first met at the karting track. Her father was an engineer for Ferrari and he had bought her to the track to watch her older brother Luke Sinclair as he raced around the track. Charles Leclerc was one of his competitors. For years she travelled along with her family to different races and she had struck up lifelong friendships with several young up and coming racers. Well actually they had become family, especially when at just 19 years old Luke had been involved in a boating accident with his friends. Losing her brother had been one of the hardest experiences of her life and had it not been for Charles and Pierre she might not have been able to go on. Luke was the one who pushed her to follow her dreams of becoming an engineer just like their dad and undoubtedly, he would be so proud of the fact that she had fulfilled her dream of working for Ferrari at F1 level. Things only got better when Charles officially signed his contract with the team. The two of them spend so much time together even spending family holidays together and when her parents separated a few years after Luke’s death, her dad moving to the other side of the world, Charles had become her constant. However, things started changing when his new girlfriend Charlotte came into the picture. He would make plans with Y/N only for them to change the moment Charlotte called. It had gotten worse because now instead of calling or texting Y/N to cancel or reschedule, he simply forgot to tell her. Just a few weeks ago he had told her to dress up as he was taking her to dinner to celebrate his latest success. She had been super excited and got all dressed up only to wait 2 hours for him not to pitch or even let her know he wasn’t coming. Then today when they had finished qualifying, he had pulled her aside and told to wait for him so they could leave together. After 20 minutes of waiting, she went in search of the Monegasque. Y/N checked his driver’s room but he wasn’t there or in the garage. “Hey Alessandro, have you seen Charles anywhere?” Her Italian colleague was busy checking something on Carlos’ car but looked up when she spoke.

“Hey Bella, sorry last I saw him he was headed to his room.”

“Thanks, maybe he’s in the paddock. I’ll see you later.”

“A piú tardi Y/N.” (See you later)

She walked outside towards the paddock, maybe he was talking to one of the other drivers. She spotted Max Verstappen and Daniel Riccardo and made her way over.

Daniel broke into a huge smile as she approached causing Max to look over at his friend. “Y/N, the most beautiful girl in the paddock.”

Shaking her head at the Australian, she chuckled. “You really need to stop flirting Danny, what would Heidi say?”

“Can I join?” he teased.

“Have any of you seen Charles?” she asked them.

Daniel shook his head no but Max answered, “He left about 15 mins ago.”

“He left?” had he really left her again?

Max noticed the look on her face and felt sorry for her. “Yep, him and Charlotte were headed somewhere.”

Y/N nodded her head trying to hide her emotions. He had done it again and she figured she should get used to it but it hurt. “Great.”

“Everything ok Schat?” Max asked putting a hand on her shoulder.

“He was my ride,” she replied.

“Well give me 5 minutes and I’ll give you a ride.” Max offered.

“It's ok. I'll call an Uber.”

“5 mins. No arguing.” Max had a feeling that there was something more to the story and Y/N was important to him. He told her to wait with Daniel while he went to speak to Christian really quick. She smiled in thanks.

Daniel wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “So about that Heidi comment......”

Driving back to the hotel, Max noticed how quiet she was as she stared out the window. “Schat?” he placed a light touch to her knee making her look at him. “What’s really going on?”

“I’m fine Max,” she smiled softly at the Dutchman.

“But...”

He really was a man you couldn’t hide things from. “Charles is acting different.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since he started dating Charlotte, he treats me different.”

“How so?”

She shrugged, “He always drops me as soon as she’s around. And I am fully aware that she is his girlfriend, she comes first. But then tell me. I get that plans change. I know he wants to spend time with her.”

“What happened today?”

“Pierre was going to give me a ride back to the hotel but Charles told me to wait, he wanted to grab lunch and talk about something to do with the car. I waited and he left.”

Max nodded in understanding. “He didn’t tell you.”

She shook her head. “Unfortunately, it's not the first time.

“How many times has he done this?” he asked.

“About 5.” Max whistled surprised. “This month.” She finished.

Max looked quickly over at her raising his eyebrows. “This month?” She nodded. “Seriously Y/N, how long has this been going on?”

She shrugged. “Since Charlotte showed up.” She ran a quick hand through her long ash blond hair before continuing, “At first he would at least send a message or call me to cancel but then he just stopped all together.” She looked over at her friend. “I sound like I’m jealous, don’t I?”

“Nope. You have every right to feel the way you do.” Max responded as they reached the hotel. “You deserve to be treated with respect and appreciation.”

She blushed slightly but smiled. “Thanks Max. For everything.”

He returned her smile. “Mijn plezier schat.” (My pleasure darling.)

Before climbing out the car she leaned over and kissed his cheek. No matter how the media portrayed him as a villain, she was lucky enough to know the real Max and he was amazing.

Several weeks had passed with not much going on. F1 was currently on a two-week break before heading to Italy for the next race and Y/N was enjoying some down time with her friends back home in Monaco while Charles was away with Charlotte somewhere. She had not brought up the conversation she’d had with Max. Speaking of Max, he had started to become a very important person in her life, taking up the role that used to belong to Charles. This had not gone unnoticed by the latter. As much as it annoyed him, Charles that Y/N was basically replacing him, he found himself in a position where he had no choice. Charlotte would constantly accuse him of having feelings for his best friend so in order to keep her happy, he had begun to spent less and less time with Y/N. However, after this break he had promised himself that he was going to make a better effort to spend time with her even if it pissed off his girlfriend. The idea of Y/N spending her time with Max or anyone else for that matter was not something he liked or wanted to see.

“So, Y/N, what are you and Charles getting up to on Friday?” Elena Roscon one of Y/N’s high school friends asked taking a sip of her Martini.

Friday was one day away and it also happened to be the day before her birthday. For as long as she had known him, Charles had always planned something the day before so that they could celebrate just the two of them.

“Not sure. He hasn't said anything to me. To be fair we haven’t spoken a hell of a lot lately.”

“How long are you going to punish him?”

“I'm not punishing him.” The brunette looked unconvinced at Y/N. “What? I’m not, I’m just tired of been unappreciated.”

“Y/N maybe it’s not him.”

Y/N scoffed, “So his girlfriend told him to ditch me all these times?”

Elena shrugged, “You never know.”

“Then he is whipped. Can we please talk about something else?”

“Sure, what’s going on with you and a certain Dutchman?”

Y/N chuckled, “Max and I are just friends.”

Elena hummed sarcastically, “I think maybe not.” Y/N simply rolled her eyes before Elena continued. “When do you leave for Imola?”

“Tomorrow. Gonna miss you though,”

“Don't worry I’ll make up for missing your birthday.”

“I know you will.” Y/N smiled.

The next day as soon as they had arrived in Italy, Y/N was called into a meeting. Charles was there and as usual he kept trying to make her laugh throughout. As soon as it was over, she was excited to spend some time with her best friend. Walking out the room she linked arms with him. He leaned over and kissed her head. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she smiled.

“What you got planned tonight?” he asked.

“Not sure yet. How about you?” she replied hoping he would drop a hint as to what he had planned.

“Charlotte and Valentine are arriving in a few hours. We’re going to Ippocampus Ristorante for dinner. You should come with.”

“Oh,” she let go of his arm and walked a little ahead of him, her heart sinking. He frowned at the action but followed after her. “Thanks, but I really should actually call Pap Pap.”

“Is he okay?” Charles asked concerned for her grandfather. Pap Pap was extremely important not only to her but to himself as well.

“Just seems to be getting a weaker.” She wrapped her arms around her waist.

He quickly caught up to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Hey he’s tough.”

She nodded. “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

“Wait, I thought we could hang out a bit. Charlotte is still going to be a while.”

She sighed softly putting a smile on her face, “Sure, what you wanna do?”

Two hours later Y/N found herself sitting in her hotel room. She had just finished up her Facetime with Pap Pap. He was doing okay but she had a sense that time was not on his side. Her time with Charles had been too short and along with her growing worry over her grandfather, Y/N felt sad. “I have to do something,” she told herself getting up. She walked to her suitcase and looked through it pulling out a little navy-blue dress she had pack. Biting her lip slightly, she decided she was going to go out. She headed to the bathroom and got dressed.

She found herself at a little bar and it wasn’t long before a group of guys approached her, offering to buy her a drink. She smiled softly and accepted. She wasn’t stupid and naïve so she made sure to keep an eye on her drink as she politely accepted their offer to join them. She wasn't going to lie and say that she didn’t enjoy the company or attention but it did feel different to how it felt spending time with her boys. Even though she worked for Ferrari everyone on the grid had become family and she spent a lot of her time with the guys and some of the wags as well. Isa Carlos’ girlfriend was definitely one of her closest friends but she wasn’t due to be in Italy till the middle of next week just before the actual practices began. But making new friends was actually pretty easy for her and the conversation flowed quite easily with the young men. They were some local college guys and they seemed like real gentlemen, making her feel comfortable. A few were actually surprised that she was an engineer but she held back that she worked for F1.

“Porca puttana.. È quello che penso che sia?" (Holy shit...is that who I think it is?) one of the guys, Antonio she believed asked staring at someone behind her.

She turned around and saw Max. She noticed he was by himself and had several girls around him. He looked around the place before his eyes landed on her and she saw a smile appear before he excused himself from the group of girls and made his way over to her. “Y/N!” he greeted her warmly as she stood up to hug him. He returned the hug squeezing her tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“Just needed a night out. You?” she returned the question.

“Same.”

“You know Max Verstappen?” one of her companions asked drawing their attention.

Max chuckled as she looked back at the Italians. “Yeah, I may have forgotten to mention I’m a Formula 1 engineer.” she said sheepishly.

“Wow.” several of them replied.

“Gentlemen, I hope you don’t mind if I steal Y/N away?” Y/N looked back at the Dutchman with surprised. He shrugged as he put a hand on her back. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I need some company.”

She nodded in understanding and excused herself from the group, thanking them for their hospitality.

“I thought you were only getting in next week?” she asked as they headed to the bar.

“Christian thought it would be a good idea to get a head start on things. He thinks Ferrari has a secret weapon.”

“Oh really?”

“Yep, care to confirm?” he smirked.

She shook her head and locked her lips.

He laughed. “What about you? What’s a beautiful girl like you doing here with a bunch of college boys?”

“Like I said, needed a night out. Usually, I would be doing something with Charles but he had other plans.” she reached for a chair.

“His loss. Come on.” he stopped her from sitting down and offered her his hand.

“What?”

“I’m taking you out for dinner.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know. I want to.”

She saw sincerity in his eyes and happily took his hand.

The night flew by and she was having a lot of fun spending time with him. He really was the sweetest guy off the track. After dinner they walked through some of the town while eating some Gelato, he offered her his jacket as he noticed she was getting cold. She felt goosebumps on her skin where his fingers had brushed against her but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or something else. As they walked towards the hotel the conversation continued to flow.

“I had fun tonight, Y/N. Thank you for joining me.” he smiled as they reached her door.

“I did too. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Don't make plans for tomorrow night.”

“Why?”

“We’re celebrating.” He looked at his watch. “In fact,” he leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Happy Birthday Schat.”

She blushed before noticing that it was already the next day. “Thank you.”

“Good night or Good Morning. I’ll see you later.”

She watched him head back to the elevator and waved as the doors opened. He stopped to greet someone she couldn’t see before giving her wink just before climbing into the elevator. Just before the doors closed the other occupant poked their head out. Charles. He gave her a weird look before having to get back in. She shook her head before entering her room.

She had just settled into bed with some mindless show playing in the background when her phone buzzed on the bedside table.

“What were you doing with Max?” Charles.

She rolled her eyes before replying, “He invited me to dinner.”

Two seconds later her phone started ringing and Charles face pop up. She contemplated not answering but knew better. “Hi.”

“You went on a date with him?”

“Firstly, hello to you too.”

“Y/N,” he whined.

She sighed, “We bumped into each other and then went to dinner. Not like I was busy.”

“You could have come with me.”

She leaned back against the pillows. “Didn’t really feel like being a third wheel.”

“You’re never a third wheel. I always want you there.”

He didn’t get it and right now she didn’t want to enlighten him. She was too tired for that. “Where’s Charlotte?”

She heard him close a door with a binge before answering her, “She’s with Valentine. Has an early meeting.”

“Okay.”

“We’re going on a hike afterwards. Please will you come with?” he asked.

“I can’t. I’m meeting Alessandro. We need to go over a few things regarding the cars.”

“Oh,” he sounded sad. “Dinner then.”

She thought about what Max had said about not making plans and part of her wanted to see what he had up his sleeve. “I may have plans already but I’ll let you know later today.”

“Plans....with who?” he asked with a note of annoyance in his voice. She brushed it off as now was not the time to deal with him.

“A friend.”

“Come on. I know all your friends.”

“Maybe I made some new ones,” she snapped.

“Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed pinching the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just a little tired.”

He scoffed, “Well maybe next time end the date earlier.”

“Good night, Charles.” She didn’t wait for a response before ending the call. She would deal with him at a decent time. “Happy Birthday to me,” she mumbled as he hadn’t even done that.

Bright and early next day, entirely too early for her liking Y/N was awoken by what started out as a soft knock on her hotel door. She groaned and threw the covers over her head in the hopes that whoever was on the other side of the door would get the message and leave. However, she was out of luck as the knocking not only continued but seemed to get louder. Her phoned buzzed, “Abre la Puerta Cupcake.” (Open the door Cupcake.)

She squinted at the name. “Esperar.” (Wait.) She forced herself out of bed and opened the door when her eyes widened in surprise. Carlos Sainz was standing at the door with a bunch of roses in his hand, but it was the young woman standing next to him that surprised her. It was his girlfriend and Y/N’s favourite WAG. “Isa!”

“Surprise!” the young Spanish woman cried pulling her friend into a tight hug.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N cried wiping away a tear.

“We wanted to surprise you, Y/N.” Carlos replied.

She let go of Isa and leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Happy Birthday!” he smiled.

“I love you guys,” Y/N smiled.

“We love you too, now let's get you dressed. We have a breakfast date.” Isa replied practically pushing her back into the room.

While Isa help Y/N gets ready, Carlos busied himself by putting the flowers into a glass of water. Y/N was like a little sister to him, so to be able to make her day by getting Isa on an earlier flight warmed his heart.

“Shit!” Y/N groaned as she picked up her phone.

“What?” he asked.

“I’m supposed to meet Alessandro this morning.”

Carlos shook his head. “Don't worry about it. I already spoke to him. Rescheduled too tomorrow.”

“You’re the best.” As they headed out, she checked her phone and found dozens of messages. Most of them were from the guys including Max, Checo and Lando and a few were from her family. She quickly replied to as much of them as she could. Nothing from Charles,

Y/N spent a wonderful morning with Carlos and Isa before she headed to the spa, a gift she had received earlier from Max. The massage was heavenly. He hadn't said anything about that night either then to tell her to be ready by 7pm and to dress up. Currently she was in her bathroom applying the final finishing touches. She was dressed in a knee length strapless black dress with matching heels. Looking at herself she could help letting her mind wander to her best friend. Usually, he would be sitting in the room awaiting on her so they could go to a small get together and normally he was the first person to wish her. Yet for some reason he had forgotten. Pascale had called her earlier making her promise to do lunch as soon as she got back to Monaco. Even Arthur and Lorenzo had sent her a message. As if by fate, she got a text from Charles. “Hey, you coming with us tonight?”

She sighed, maybe he had really forgotten. “I have plans. Just about to leave.”

“Fine!”

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“Nothing. Have fun without me. Clearly that’s your new favourite thing. Or maybe you’re hanging out with your new friend Max!”

She rapidly blinked trying to keep herself from crying. “At least he remembered.

She shoved her phone into her bag and headed to the door as she heard a knock.

Standing at the door looking rather handsome in just a simple pair of jeans and a black button up shirt was Max. He smiled looking over her, “Wow! You look beautiful Schat.”

“Thanks,” she blushed. “You look good yourself.”

“Shall we?” he asked putting out his arm for her ever the gentleman.

Max had organised a surprise party for her with a bunch of their friends. Several of the drivers and their girlfriends had gotten in early to come and celebrate with her. The biggest surprise though was seeing Arthur and Lorenzo there as well. She loved spending time with her pseudo brothers particularly Lorenzo who had pretty much taken over the role when Luke died.

“You look beautiful Cherie” he placed a light kiss on her hand.

“Thank you, Enzo,”

“So, what did Charles have up his sleeve this year?” Y/N’s smile dropped at the mention of his younger brother, something that did not go unnoticed. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s not important.” Lorenzo raised a brow telling her he did not believe her. She sighed, “He forgot.”

“Forgot to do something?”

She shook her head, “My birthday. He hasn’t even wished me.”

“That doesn’t sound like Charles.”

“Well, he’s not here and he hasn’t said anything.

“Maybe he’s running late. You know he can be an idiot sometimes.” Lorenzo replied.

“Who’s an idiot?” Arthur asked as he approached with drinks for all of them.

“Charles.” Lorenzo muttered.

Arthur chuckled, “What he do now?”

“Forgot Y/N’S birthday.”

“No way.” he replied looking at Y/N hoping she would tell him Lorenzo was joking.

She shook her head sadly. Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “What are you doing?” Y/N asked.

“Calling him.”

She quickly pressed her hand against his to stop him. “Please don’t.”

“Y/N?”

“No Art, if he doesn’t call or show up then that’s on him. Besides I don’t really feel like having Charlotte around.”

“That explains it.” Arthur muttered in annoyance as Lorenzo rolled his eyes.

She looked between the brothers before asking, “Am I missing something?”

Lorenzo leaned in a little closer, “Charlotte is not exactly our favourite person.

“Why?”

“We have our reasons Y/N,” Arthur answered. “But Charles forgetting today?” he shook his head.

“Well, I want to have fun, dance with me?” she grabbed Arthur’s hand and dragged him to the dance floor leaving Lorenzo howling at the look of surprise on his brother’s face.

A few hours later on the other side of the small town, Charles and Charlotte had just finished up dinner and were currently in the taxi. Charlotte had noticed that Charles was not only distracted but annoyed for some reason. He had been quiet and when he had spoken it had been short and snappy. It pissed her off as he was supposed to be paying attention to her. He pulled out his phone and began to scroll through his social media leaving her to fume and stare out the window.

“Oh my God!”

She heard him gasp and quickly turned to look at her boyfriend with a frown. “What is it?”

“I forgot her birthday!”

“Who?”

“Y/N’s” He showed her some of his friends Instagram pictures of at the party.

“So? Seems to me like she is having fun.”

“I forgot.” He rapidly told the driver to head to Charlotte’s hotel.

“What’s going on?” she asked as she barely understood Italian.

“I'm taking you back to the hotel.”

“But we’re supposed to go watch the fireworks!”

“I have to go fix this.”

“Is she your girlfriend, or am I?” she snapped.

He turned to her with anger in his eyes. “Watch it, Charlotte. I’m not having this fight with you again. She is my friend.”

The rest of the drive was silent with a tense atmosphere. But Charles was not going to back down this time. Once they reached the hotel Charlotte got out and slammed the door shut. He didn’t even bother to get out.

“You having fun Schat?” Y/N was currently dancing with Max and couldn’t have asked for a better birthday, except for maybe her best friend being here but seeing as the night was almost over, she resounded herself to the fact that after 21 years of being friends he had actually forgotten.

“I am. I never thanked you for doing all this. Especially in such a little period of time. You really didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. You’re my friend and you deserve to be celebrated.”

“I wish the fans could see this side of you instead of Mad Max.” she chuckled.

“Maybe I like been Mad Max?”

“You do play him well.” they both laughed as he pulled her closer.

Meanwhile Lorenzo was on the phone with Charles. His little brother had called him up demanding to know where they were so that he could try and make it up to her. After much back and forth with his older brother, Charles decided he would wait for her at her hotel room. Most of the people were leaving now anyway. Lorenzo just hoped his brother didn’t stuff it up more than he had. Nobody thought they noticed especially Y/N but they had. They had noticed the way Charles had been treating her ever since Charlotte came into their lives. It was just one of the reasons that neither of them like the girl. Y/N was important to them and truthfully both of them thought the two friends would be perfect for each other.

A few hours later Max walked her to her door. “Thank you for the best night ever.” She pulled him into a hug, which he swiftly returned.

“Good night Mooi meid.” He leant down and brushed his lips against hers causing her to shiver in delight. He looked at her with a cheeky grin causing her to blush a deep shade of red. (Good night beautiful girl.)

“Good night, Max.” she whispered. As soon as she got into her room she fell down on the bed with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t know why that simple kiss had made her feel giddy especially given the fact that she and Max had been friends for a few years. She had never thought of him that way but maybe there was something there. Over the years she had been too busy to really put time into relationships but she had had a boyfriend or too. They never lasted though and she never knew why.

A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts and she quickly jumped-up thinking Max may have forgotten something. When she opened the door though she found herself staring at a huge bunch of Orchids. Her favourite. Slowly the flowers moved and she saw Charles looking at her with a guilty look on his face. Her face fell slightly something that made his heart ache. She said nothing just simple walked back into the room leaving him to follow.

“Mon amour je suis tellement désolé d’avoir oublié” (My love I am so sorry I forgot.)

He sounded so sad but honestly Y/N felt he didn’t deserve to feel that. She was the one he had hurt. He put the flowers down on the coffee table as he followed her out onto the balcony. Standing next to her he reached out a placed his hand on hers, gulping as she pulled away. “Please let me make it up to you Mon Cherie?”

She finally turned to look at him. He loved her eyes, how they changed shades of green to reflect how she was feeling. And he could see how disappoint she was in him. “How could you forget?”

He stepped closer to her, “I have no excuses. I just need you to know how incredibly sorry I am. I know I hurt you and that was never my intention. I never wanna hurt you.” Thankfully when he touched her this time she didn’t pull away.

“I wanted you there tonight. But I didn’t want to have to tell you.”

“Mon amour, I wasn’t there tonight but I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. Please baby forgive me?”

She mentally brushed aside the fact that he called her baby as well as the feelings it brought up. “I'm not going to make this easy on you. I mean the flowers are a start,” she shrugged.

He smiled brightly before pulling her into his arms. Heart leaping at the fact that she had forgiven him.

Imola, Monaco and Barcelona had come and gone. Ferrari had put up a fight in the last few races which pleased Charles, it wasn’t the wins he had been hoping for but at this point in time he was just really in a good mood. Y/N and him were back to being best friends and things with the car was looking promising for the next race. One problem for Charles though was her growing friendship with Max. He noticed how the Dutchman would look at her and it made him feel jealous. She was his. Y/N on the other hand was enjoying hanging out with Max and they had been doing a lot of that since they had had a break back home in Monaco. She wasn’t quite sure what she was feeling for him but she knew that it was growing. Currently she found herself sitting on the deck of his boat just off the coast. He had invited her and a few friends to spend the day before they had to catch a plan to Canada He was drawn to the young woman and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit to having a bit of a crush on her growing up. Problem back then was Charles had always had her attention. He wasn’t much of a guy for a pissing competition even though the media would disagree and Charles was his friend, but Max couldn’t deny that the idea of stealing her away from the Monegasque thrilled him. He looked at her, watching how she interacted with friends. She had this way about her that just drew people to him. She noticed him looking at her and smiled at him. He might just be falling for her.

Several days later things took a devastating turn. She was having dinner with Isa and Carmen the night before Qualifying when she got a phone call that would change her life for ever.

“Hello?”

“Y/N Pap Pap is gone.” Her cousin Gabriel had been the one tasked with sharing the news.

Y/N felt her heart shatter. Her two friends noticed the change and instantly knew something was wrong. They waited as she rapidly spoke in French not been able to understand but Isa got up and moved closer to her friend, wrapping her arms around the girl. As soon as Y/N had put down the phone her whole body just sank against Isa.

Carmen reached out her hand and grabbed hers. “What happened?”

Y/N looked broken and said softly, “My grandfather just died.” Isa gasped and held her tighter as Carmen’s hand tightened. “I have to call Fred....I have to get back home.

“Y/N breathe. We’ll help figure it all out. Just breathe.” Carmen reminded her.

Isa and Carmen shared a look over their heartbroken friend. “I need to make a call. Look after her?” Isa asked Carmen who nodded. Quickly moving away from the table Isa called Carlos.

Just an hour later Y/N was on her way to the airport. Carlos had spoken with Fred who organised for the Ferrari jet to be ready to fly as soon as she got there. Carlos looked at his friend via the mirror and noticed how she just looked out the window. She hadn’t even cried, too numb. Y/N couldn’t believe he was gone. But she couldn’t breakdown...not now when her family needed her. She barely registered any of the conversation that was going on between her two friends but quickly gasped when she heard Charles’ name. “Shit, I have to call him.” She rapidly searched her bag pulling out her phone and quickly found his name. She took a deep breath as she waited for him to answer.

“Hello?” it was a woman’s voice.

“Charlotte?”

“Yes, what do you want?”

Y/N ignored the tone and question. “I have to talk to Charles. It’s an emergency.”

“Well, his busy.”

“Please, it’s important.” She begged.

Charlotte sighed. “He’s in the shower. I will ask him to call you back.”

Y/N simple responded, “Thank you.” She put her phone back into her bag and stared out the window.

“What did he say?” Carlos asked.

“He was in the shower. Charlotte will get him to call back.”

Sitting on the plane hours later on route to Monaco. She had yet to hear from him. Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted him, “Pap Pap is gone. I need you.”

After an 8-hour flight and another 2-hour drive, Y/N had finally made it home and was currently sitting in her childhood bedroom. Qualifying was long over and she had yet to hear anything from her friend. He had read her message but no response. She was pissed but knew that she needed to focus on her family especially her grandmother. Her phone buzzed and she quickly picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey Schat.”

She smiled sadly hearing Max’s voice. “Hi.”

“I wanna ask if you’re okay but that would be a stupid question.”

She shook her head before realising he couldn’t see her. “It's not stupid. I don’t know how to answer that.”

“I wish I could be there with you,” he sighed.

“I would have loved that. How did Quali go?”

“I got pole and Charles and Checo 2nd and 3rd respectively. “

She sighed, “At least there’s that. But I’m proud of you.”

“Danke. You know I’m tempted to forfeit tomorrow.”

“Don’t you dare. You work hard.”

“I’m on the next flight back though. You shouldn’t have to deal with this on your own.”

“You’re amazing.”

“No, you are. Don’t forget it. Listen I have to go do some interviews but I wanted to check in on you.”

“Thank you. It means a lot.”

“I'll call you later Schat. If you need anything, call.”

“I will.”

Qualifying had been weird for Charles. Yes, he had made P2 but Y/N was not there. He had looked for her but no one seemed to know where she was. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to Carlos all through Quali as he had gotten to the track late, but he knew that Y/N had gone out the night before with Isa. Maybe she had had too much to drink but that wasn’t like her. He went in search of his team mate, finding him leaving his driver’s room. “Hey Carlos?” he jogged to catch up with the Spaniard but Carlos seemed a bit offish with him. “Wait up!”

Carlos eventually stopped and waited. “What do you want Charles?” he asked annoyed.

“Woah, what’s wrong with you?”

“Me?” Carlos snapped.

Charles gave him a questioning look. “Well, you’re the one biting my head off for no reason.”

Carlos pinched his nose in annoyance. “Long day. Look what do you need? I need to check in with Y/N.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to ask. Have you seen her? I’ve been looking all over for her.”

Carlos looked at him confused. “You’re joking right?”

“Why would I be? Carlos what’s going on man?”

“No, no she called you.”

“Huh?”

Last night. On the way to the airport, she called you. Are you telling me you never called her back?”

“Carlos, I have no idea what you are talking about. She never called me. Just tell me what’s wrong?”

“Charlotte said you would call back. Her Grandfather died.”

The colour drained from his face and Carlos realised that his friend didn’t know. “Charlotte never told you.”

Carlos quickly reached for his friend as he sank against the wall. Charles shook his head. “Is she ok? No of course she isn’t. I have to call her.” He pulled his phone out his pocket and dialled her number. It rang several times before going to voicemail. He tried again, same outcome. Trying one more time his call was declined. “She isn’t answering.”

“Give her some time.”

“Fuck,” he hit the wall.

“Hey calm down.”

“How am I supposed to be calm Carlos. I should be there with her. But I’m here. And clearly, I’m the last to know.”

The two men turned as they heard a pair of heels against the hard floor and saw Charlotte smiling as she approached. Charles felt his blood start boiling. Carlos laid a hand on his shoulder. He understood that Charles was angry with her as was he but he also knew Charles couldn’t lose his temper, not now. “Charlotte, now is not a good time.”

“Why?” she frowned.

Charles started cursing her in French physically making her stop in her tracks.

“Charles!” she snapped back.

“I think you need to leave. Carlos told her as he stood between the two.

“What had gotten into him?”

“You know what you did. Right now, I’m inclined to let him have his say but because of the media I won’t. You screwed up Charlotte. Go before I call security.”

“I don’t...” she began. But the look that Charles threw her made her stop. With a sigh she turned and left.

“I need to go home.” Charles ran a hand threw his hair.

“No, what you need to do is get through the race tomorrow then go.”

“I can’t think about the race now.”

Carlos placed a hand on his shoulder. “You have to. She’s worked hard on these cars. She will want you to race.”

He slowly nodded his head. He just needed to talk to her.

No matter how many times he called or messaged her, she ignored it. She couldn’t nor did she want to deal with it. She had been busy helping her mom organise funeral arrangements. The older woman was not handling her father’s death too well and Y/N took it upon herself to do what needed to be done, no matter how much pain she was in. She had managed to arrange the chapel and the minister, scheduling the funeral for the upcoming Friday. And with just a few days to go she still had so much to do. The Leclerc’s had been a God sent through out. Pascale had been there with her through all the planning and knew that at some point Y/N was going to crack. She knew that the young woman needed support and the fact that Charles wasn’t here disappointed her tremendously. She knew that he was on his way but it didn’t make it any better. She had seen how Y/N had been his support after both Jules and his father had died. And Pascale knew that it would have meant the world to her if he had done the same. Of course she knew that Y/N would have forced him to race that Sunday but he could have reached out. Charles hadn’t told his mother what Charlotte had done. As Lorenzo drove Pascale and Y/N back to her mom’s house the older woman looked over at her, noticing just how tired she was. She was rubbing her head from the bridge of her nose. Pascale had seen that look and action before, after Luke had died and it worried her. She took her hand and smiled at Y/N when she looked up at her second mom. She weakly returned the smile before looking down at her lap taking a deep breath. “Its ok to let go Y/N. Its not going to fall apart if you do.”

“I know. I just can’t. I feel empty.”

“Cherie, that’s ok too.” Lorenzo said from the driver’s seat.

“Am I am awful person for just wanting this to be over?”

“Oh hunny,” Pascale reached over and pulled her into a hug. “No it doesn’t.”

She just nodded.

Pulling up into the driveway the black Pisa was hard to miss and Y/N felt her heart freeze. He really wasn’t who she wanted to see right now. “Lorenzo can you....” she started but he didn’t let her finish pointing out the two men sitting outside. Max and Carlos.

Max was the first to reach her when she got out the car. He pulled her tightly to his chest and kissed her head. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she smiled sadly. “How did the race go? I never got to watch.”

“Don’t worry about the race cariño.” Carlos said as she moved to hug him. “ How are you?”

“Been better.” She shrugged.

The two men greeted Pascale and Lorenzo before the former ushered them inside for tea. As she walked into her childhood home she spotted Charles standing at the kitchen table talking to her grandmother. He straightened up and approached her only for her to walk the other way towards her grandmother. She kissed her grandmere’s cheek and quickly told her what had been discussed with the minister. The older woman held her hand and squeezed. “You need to rest Petal.” Her childhood nickname.

“I will.” She replied.

“Y/N?” Charles asked. “Can we talk?”

“I’m gonna take a shower.” She directed towards her friends and family completely ignoring him. All he could do was watch her walk away.

The day of the funeral arrived and not a moment to soon. Everyone was worried about Y/N. She had yet to cry, scream or show any emotion at all. It was like she was a robot. At any minute she could lose it. Several of her friends were there along with Max and Carlos. The one person who wanted to be there holding her hand was seated behind her as she still refused to acknowledge him. He knew he had fucked up so many times but he had generally been blindsided by his girlfriend or former girlfriend should he say. He respected her so he didn’t his luck, just watching over her, ready to catch her when she fell. Problem was when that moment came it wasn’t him she reached for. It was Max.

Gabriel had just given his eulogy and the pianist began to play Pap Pap’s favourite song when it all hit. Max who was sitting next to her noticed her hands starting to shake and her breathing getting shorter. He looked at her face and saw her eyes watering. He leaned over grabbing her hand and whispered. “You want some air?” She nodded. He stood up and guided her outside, as soon as the air hit her face she broke. He grabbed her tight as the tears that had been built up began to fall. They were silent and plenty. Max rubbed her back as she cried. Spotting Charles making his way over Max said to her, “ Schat, I know you don’t want to but you need him.” She lifted her head and turned to see him watching them. She gulped before looking back at him. Her eyes gave him an answer and he motioned for Charles to come over. As he reached them he pulled his friend into his arms. He didn’t talk, just held her close as he too felt the tears fall. He had loved Pap Pap too.

Unfortunately for Charles after her moment of weakness, she was still hurt. Sitting on the balcony, the night air on her face, he approached her. “Hi,”

She looked up at him. “Hi.”

“Can I sit?”

She nodded.

“I’m sorry. Charlotte never told me.”

“Carlos told me.”

“I would have been here sooner.”

“I messaged you....from the plane.”

He shook his head, “I never got any message.”

She scoffed, “You left me on read.”

“Mon Cheri,” he made to take her hand but she stood up and walked to the wall and leaned over.

She heard him get up and come closer to her. “Baby, I swear, if I got your message I would have been on the next flight. Regardless of the damn race.”

She looked at him. The look on his face told her he wasn’t lying. But the problem was that it was not just this. Every time he has cancelled on her, forgotten her, it was becoming a pattern and she didn’t like it. “I believe you.”

“But we’re not okay are we?” he asked sadly.

She sighed. “I just need some time.”

“I understand. But I need you to know that I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here.”

She nodded with watery smile. “I’ll see you in Austria.”

Two days before free practice and although she was talking to him, their relationship wasn’t the same. She had forgiven him but she had had sometime to really think. She realised that she needed space from him. He had been a constant figure in her life for so long. And she realised that she was in love with him. It was why she had allowed things to go on for as long as it had. It was also why none of her relationships had lasted. As soon as Charles called or needed her, she had rushed to his side. He had consumed her life without her even realising it. “I’m going to leave at the end of the season.”

“What?” She was sitting across from Max who was surprised at her comment. The whole grid was currently enjoying a night out before the grand prix consumed them. She and Max were the only two at the table at the moment.

“I can’t be around him all the time. I don’t want it to be this way. But it hurts, knowing I don’t matter to him.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

She looked at him. “Actions prove louder them words.”

“He’s trying.”

“What about when he gets another girlfriend?”

“You love him?” Max asked.

She sighed, “I think I do.”

“But you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know.”

“Schat,” he took her hand. “I don’t know what to say. But you can’t leave this job. You love it and everyone loves you. You’re family.”

She shook her head, “I don’t know what else to do. Working for Ferrari means having to be near him. How can I figure myself out if he’s always there.”

“Give me a few days. Don’t make any decisions yet. Please?”

“Ok.”

On the day of qualifying Y/N was headed towards the Ferrari garage when she was approached by a none other then Christian Horner team principal of Redbull. “Y/N? Hi you got a second?”

“Um sure,” she replied.

He indicated for her to follow him which she did. “ So Max talked to me. You thinking of leaving Ferrari?”

Y/N was stunned to say the least. “I’ve been doing some thinking but haven’t decided what I want to do yet.”

“Well I’m going to be honest here. I want you on my team. You have done some incredible work with Ferrari. You’d make a great asset here.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Think about it. If you choose to leave Ferrari. There’s a spot for you with Redbull.” He patted her shoulder before heading back to work.

She stood there for a minute before Max came up to her. “You ok?”

“You spoke to Christian?”

He nodded. “Like I said, you’re family and we can’t lose you. Besides it would be cool working with you. We’d be unstoppable.”

“Cool you’re heels champion. I haven’t decided yet.”

The day of the race and the atmosphere was electric. P2 and P3 for her Ferrari boys and the car was doing amazing. She was alone in the garage as everyone was getting ready. She walked around each car touching the tyres for good luck, smoothing her hand over the front of it. Just before the race was due to start she walked up to Carlos and kissed each of his cheeks wishing him good luck as she always did. He smiled at her before heading to his room to get dressed. She saw Charles looking at her so she made her way over to him. “ She looks good and feels good. I believe you can do this today.”

“My good luck charm is here.” He winked at her.

“Good luck Charles.” She made to walk back to her station but he grabbed her hand. She looked back at him.

“Where’s my good luck kiss?” he asked.

She leaned up and kissed his left cheek and made to kiss his right when he moved slightly causing the corner of her lips to meet his. She stepped back and blushed slightly. He had this look on his face that she hadn’t seen before and it made her stomach flip. “Go...go get ready.”

“I sure am ready now .” he smiled.

The Ferrari garage erupted in cheers as Charles crossed the finish line in first followed closely by Max in P2 and Carlos in P3. The minute he spotted her in the group he ran up and hugged her. She chuckled before pushing him towards the rest of their team. But when she stood on the podium with her team he made sure to pull her close to him and away from Max. She felt his hand against her back and she knew she had to make a decision before her heart was broken for ever.

In the week of the next grand Prix Y/N asked Fred to talk and brought up the fact that she was considering leaving and about Christian’s offer. He was very understanding and asked her to think long and hard about her decision. He didn’t want to lose her. She had promised and they both agreed that nothing was to be said before she made her choice. However that didn’t not go as planned.

During the first free practice something went wrong and Charles ended up having to retire for the day as something in the car was just not working. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He managed to limp the car into the garage but once he got out the car he lost his temper and began cursing in French. Y/N quickly walked after him to try and reassure him that they would figure it out. But he turned and snapped at her saying something she would never forget. “I don’t know what you did to the car but fix it.”

“What I did?”

“You don’t fucking care about us. Everything was great till you decided to abandon us for Redbull! Can’t have us beating your boyfriend or new boss can you!”

Without a word, she slapped him so hard that the entire garage went deadly silent. “Fuck you!”

Working right through the night she was able to find the problem and they managed to fix the issue just in time for the next set of practices and qualifying. Neither of them said a word to each other. Charles bagged P2 and the belief was that he could win again. Shortly after qualifying Y/N and Alessandro were going over some final notes when Fred joined them. He noticed how her eyes were rapidly blinking and how she was constantly rubbing her head while moving her neck around and around. Honestly she didn’t look good. “Y/N, you need to go get some rest. You don’t look good.”

“Honestly I don’t feel so good,” she said rubbing her temple.

“Go. We can finish up here.”

“Thanks.” As soon as she got into the cab she leaned her head against the back rest. Truthfully she hadn’t been feeling well for a while but things had been so hectic that she had tried to push through it. It’s not something she hadn’t dealt with before.

“Hey,” Charles walked back into the garage and saw Alessandro packing up.

“Hey.”

“You seen Y/N?”

“Fred sent her to rest. She didn’t look so good.”

“What do you mean?” Charles asked concerned.

“She’s been rubbing her head and neck a lot. Heard her say something about a migraine.” He placed his bag over his shoulder. “You should get some rest too. You both have been a bit edgy.”

Charles nodded before saying goodbye. On his way to the car he pulled out his phone. “Hi Maman.”

She was laying on her bed rubbing her head, trying to get rid of the headache that had been bothering her since Pap pap’s death. For days she had been able to fight through the pain, but the last two days it had gotten worse and tonight she was not able to hide it. Hopefully she would feel better in the morning just in time for the race but somehow she doubted it. She closed her eyes, willing the pain to go away when she heard a knock on the hotel door. She groaned before slowly getting up.

“Hey Mon Cheri.” Charles held a large paper bag in one hand and two steaming cups of coffee in his other. “I brought supplies,” he said with a tiny smile. She stepped back and let him in, no energy to argue. He placed the bag and cups down before looking at her fully. “How long?”

She knew what he was talking about. “Since Pap Pap.”

“Mon Amour, why didn’t you say anything?” he knew how bad the migraines could get and it hurt that she hadn’t said anything, even though he knew it was his own fault.”

“I thought I could get there it.”

He nodded grabbing one of the cups on the table, giving it to her. “Its your favourite. Caramel, salted latte.”

“Thanks,” she smiled.

“Ok, sit down and drink your latte. I’m going to get it ready.”

“Get what ready?” she asked.

“Just trust me.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but sat down none the less watching him take a few things out the bag before picking up the bag and heading towards the bedroom. She had just finished her latte when he beckoned her to come into the room. He led her to the en suite where she found he had drawn her a deep bubble bath. Lining the tub were dozens of candles and a few lite incense candles which smelt a lot like, “Lavender?” she asked.

“Yep. I remember once when you got sick, Mamam did this for you. I thought it might help again.”

She felt her heart leap. “ Thank you.”

“Always.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and quickly selected some soothing music. Setting the phone down on the sink before turning back to her. “Get in and relax. Forget everything. Don’t get out till I come call you.”

“Is that an order?” she joked.

He thought for just a second, “Consider it is.” He winked before leaving and closing the door behind him.

After a long time, she could feel how her muscle had started to relax and the pain subsiding just a little. The music that was playing was something she had never heard before but it was so beautiful and relaxing that she felt like she could stay here forever. A gentle knock sounded before the door opened just a jar. “Mon Cheri, you can get out now. Come join me in the kitchen.”

“Ok.”

After drying herself off, she wrapped herself in her gown before making her way through to the kitchen. As she entered the room she saw him standing at the counter tossing what look like a salad. He had laid two plates out with some wine in the middle. Looking up at her he quickly went to pull out a chair and indicated for her to sit. “I ordered some Italian. The salad is home made though.” He sheepishly remarked. He wasn’t the best cook around and the last thing he wanted was for them to get food poisoning. She sat down watching him as he took the seat opposite her. None of them addressed the elephant in the room but the company was pleasant and it almost felt like everything was back to normal. Except it wasn’t.

By the time they had finished dinner and cleared up, Y/N brought it up. They were currently sitting on her bed. He had put a movie on, The Mummy, her favourite and he was sitting behind her gently massaging her shoulders and temple. “Cha?”

“Yes, Mon Cheri?”

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“Because I care about you. And I’m sorry.”

She moved so that she was looking at him. He instantly missed the feel of her skin. “It seems like you’ve been saying that a lot lately.”

He nodded, “I know. I can’t justify everything that’s happened but I need you to know how sorry I am for everything. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know.”

“Y/N,” he began but she stopped him.

“How could you think I would ever do anything to hurt you or Ferrari?”

Looking down in shame he responded. “I have never wanted to take something back as much as I wanted to do after I said that. I was angry and I took it out on you. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I’ve worked hard to get where I am.”

He grabbed her hand, “I know that better then anyone Mon Cheri. Like I said was angry at myself for not been focused. Because it was my fault. I could tell something wasn’t right with the car but I pushed it. I was too much in my head and not focused. Are you leaving?”

“I don’t know yet. Christian did make me an offer and I am thinking about it.”

“Why?”

“Why did he ask me or why am I thinking about it?”

“I know why he made an offer. You’re amazing and any team would be lucky to have you. Why are you considering? Ferrari has always been your dream.”

“Dreams change. Circumstances and....people change things, ideas.”

“It’s me isn’t it? You want to get away from me.” She didn’t answer him. “You hate me.”

“No!” she placed her hand on his cheek making him look at her. “Charles, no matter how hurt I am, I could never hate you. I love you.” The way she said that told Charles that she meant more than just a friend and it made him happy. Charlotte had been right, he was in love with his best friend. However her next words broke his heart. “And that’s the problem.”

“What?”

“Charles, I don’t mean to hurt you but you can be selfish.”

“Meaning?” he asked and she could hear the hurt in his voice.

“You consumed my life in every way. Every relationship I have had had ended because I have always put you first. Every success, ever failure I have been there supporting you. But have you ever stopped to think how I must be feeling? Those failures are mine too. I work day and night trying to make sure that we have a car that’s capable of challenging Redbull. When something doesn’t work, I feel like a failure. That I let the fans, the team, you down.”

“Y/N,” it was now his turn to place a hand on her cheek, looking at her deeply. “The fans love you. The team works together. You could never fail me.” He pulled her closer making her sit on his lap. “I know I’ve screwed up, but please don’t leave.”

She placed her head against his chest. “I don’t know if I can stay.”

“Your right, I am selfish and I’m going to be even more selfish now. Please don’t leave me. I need you, I’m in love with you and I can’t watch you be in that garage, be with him.”

She looked at him when he said he was in love with her. “What?”

“I was angry but also jealous.”

“Of Max?”

He nodded. “Seeing you with him, it drives me crazy. Just the thought of his hands touching you..... I hate it.”

“We just friends.”

“Really?” he asked.

She nodded. “I do care about him and for a while I did think I might be falling for him. But he’s not you. Besides I think he still loves Kelly.”

“Does he know?”

“Yep.”

He leaned his head against hers and she could feel one of his hands rubbing her bare thigh causing goosebumps. “What does this mean for us? I want there to be an us.” He refused to break eye contact and wouldn’t allow her too either. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

She just looked at his eyes feeling a tear break loose and run down her cheek. He quickly wiped it away and without a hesitation he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She didn’t pull away but kissed him back. As the kiss intensified she felt his hand move further up her leg reaching the top of her thigh before he could go any further she stopped him and pulled away. “You have a race tomorrow.”

“Are you throwing me out?”

She shook her head. “No, but you should rest.” She climbed off his lap and headed to the bathroom to change. When she came out he was gone and she closed her eyes. The fresh tears were her own fault this time. Her phone buzzed. “I’m not letting you go without a fight.”

Charles Leclerc wins the British Grand Prix!!!!

There had just been so much going on that day that neither of them had a chance to talk to each other but that didn’t mean that they hadn’t stolen glances, catching each others eyes ever so often. Charles had been focused and determined to win and show Y/N just how much he appreciated the hard work she put it. He made it a point in his interviews to celebrate her too. And when he stood on the podium in first place he kept his eyes on her. He meant what he said, he was going to win her heart. Y/N had being doing a lot of thinking that night after he left. Her thoughts of leaving Ferrari had made her feel nostalgic and she had pulled out a photo album she always carried with her. Seeing her brother smiling back at her from the pages helped her make her decision. After the race and paddock celebration she had disappeared.

Back at the hotel Charles was getting ready for the after party trying to get hold of her but her phone was off. The joy he felt after the win started to diminish after she had disappeared. He hoped that he would at least see her tonight. He picked up his keys and phone and headed to the door. As he opened it he found her standing there hand raised as if she was about to knock. Her makeup was done and her hair flowed down in soft waves. She had on some heels and a black coat. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey.”

“Can I come in?”

“Of course,” he replied stepping aside.

“So I made a decision.” She replied rocking slightly back and forth nervously.

“And?” he asked stepping closer to her.

She took his hands and placed it on the belt of her coat. “Open it up.” He looked at her curiously. “The colour represents my choice of team.”

He looked down and began to slowly undo the belt. As the coat fell open and he saw red peaking through, she indicated for him carry on and take it off. He moved his hands up and he pushed the coat back till it fell off her shoulders. He felt a rush flow through his body from his head down to his toes. He gulped, feeling his jeans tighten in the crotch. She was standing on front of him in a red, silky pair of lingerie. “The outfit, it is for you and your alone. You don’t have to fight.”

He grabbed her and pulled her into a deep, longing kiss. His hands felt like fire against her skin. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down her throat causing her to moan as he reached a certain spot. She moved closer to him feeling his cock against her stomach. “I need you to touch me,” she whispered.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. “You sure?” he asked.

“I wore this for you to take off.” She said taking his hand and moving it down to her panties.

“God your wet.” He moved his hand across her covered pussy. “If I start I’m not going to stop till you scream my name baby.”

“Ok,” she smiled as she moved her other hand against his cock causing him to groan. He grabbed her making her wrap her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bedroom.

That night not only did he get the win but he got his girl, the girl who would become his wife and mother of his children. The girl he would spend the rest of his life with and both had never been happier.

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This will be the last part of my nameless story. Any suggestions on a name would help so much. I hope you enjoy the story and I have a few other ideas for both Charles and Max stories. Please let me know if I should post more, your feedback would be amazing.

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Part 3

4 YEARS LATER:

Half an hour, that’s how long it was before they landed in Monaco. Y/n had mixed feelings of excitement and nausea as she was finally returning home for good. It had been 4 long exciting years and it wasn’t like she hadn't been home for short holidays, but this was it. She had received an offer just a few weeks ago from Red bull to come and work as their media liaison/photographer and she had jumped at the chance. She knew she was going to run into Charles at some point but after everything she was not going to let it stop her. She hadn't seen or spoken to him since that night 4 years ago, not for her lack of effort. On the day she left home, he didn’t show up or even call her to say goodbye. For over a year she had tried calling and messaging him every day, particularly on race days to wish him good luck and she had made sure to be there every year for the races at both Monaco and Silverstone. But he never replied to any message, he would read them but that was it. She hadn't even been able to see him when they were at the same racetrack. And he had to have known she was there because she had met up with some of her old friends like Max and Pierre. But after a while she stopped trying.

“Babe?”

She turned to her boyfriend of 3 years and saw the concern on his face. “Yeah?”

He took her hand, “You, ok?”

After moving to London y/n had become close friends with an elderly lady Alison who happened to walk her dog on the same route as Y/n went running, something she had started doing as a way to release stress. After 6 months, when Alison failed to show up one day for neither their morning or evening run, Y/n had gotten worried and went over to Alison’s house. Her concern had increased when she heard Ruby the chocolate lab barking but no one answered the door. After requesting a wellness check on her friend, she had met Eddie one of the policemen who showed up. Turns out Alison had rushed off to some family emergency and she was totally okay, but it struck up a friendship between her and the young brunette Brit. Three months later they became more than friends and she was happy.

“I’m good. Excited actually, I missed Monaco.”

He grinned, “I’m really excited myself.”

She smiled, “I can't wait to show you all my favourite places.”

He leaned over and kissed her just as the sign came on to fasten their seatbelts. This was it.... she was home.

 

The first few days had been extremely time consuming as they settled into their apartment and y/n running around to meetings with the people at Red bull. But today they could both finally just enjoy being together before heading over to her mother’s house for dinner. “What time did your mom say?”

“7pm.” she responded from the kitchen where she was currently finishing off the dessert.

He came in and stood next to her before trying to take a swipe at the cheesecake. She gently smacks his hand, “Aww.”

“Poor baby,” she pulled a tongue.

He chuckled. “Well babe, we need to go if we want to get there by 7.”

“Ok.”

 

“Mamma,” she threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly.

“Ma fille Cherie!”

Y/n looked at her mother, “You look fantastic.”

“You are too sweet my fille. Hi Eddie.” she hugged the young man who had taken care of her daughter.” He kissed her cheeks in greeting. “Claire and the boys are outside.”

He winked at Y/n before heading out to the back. Y/n was slightly confused though which Sylvie quickly picked up on. “You’ll see.”

“Mamma?” she asked.

“Come on.”

She led her daughter outside onto the patio where Lorenzo, Arthur, Claire and Pascale where sitting. Seeing her friends made her grin brightly. Arthur was the first to his feet and dragged her into a rib crushing hug. “I am so glad you’re home.”

“Can’t breathe,” she gasped.

“Sorry.” he smiled sheepishly while letting her go so that his brother and mother could have their chance.

“Mamma didn’t tell me you were all going to be here.”

“Well, mamma thought she would surprise you,” Claire said from her seat. Y/n wasn’t surprised that she didn’t hug her. But what did was the way her sister was looking at her boyfriend. Eddie thankfully was oblivious to it as he just stared at Y/n.

“It's the best.” Y/n hugged her mother again.

The doorbell rang, “Our last guest is here.” Sylvie clapped her hands together and left to answer it.

Y/n looked at Arthur, but he simply shrugged his shoulders in response. “Let’s get you a drink.”

A few minutes later Sylvie walked back out and was accompanied by none other than Charles. When Y/n saw him, she felt her mouth go dry and her heart jump.

He scanned the room before locking eyes with her. She had gotten more beautiful since he last saw her.

“Charles!” Claire broke the spell between the two and hugged him causing Y/n to walk away towards Eddie who wrapped an arm around her waist.

Charles noticed and felt jealous, but he wasn’t going to cause trouble. He needed to make amends with her.

A couple hours later Y/n was standing alone outside as everyone else was enjoying a nightcap. She felt his presence before he even said a word. He stood next to her with his back towards the balcony. “Hi.” he whispered gently.

“Hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

She looked up at him and she could see the sincerity in his eyes and nodded before looking back at the view.

“Can I have a hug?” he asked.

She took a second before stepping back and moving closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Putting his face in the crook her neck she shivered as he spoke. “God, I missed you.”

She forced herself to move away. When he looked at her, he could see anger in her eyes. “You missed me?” she asked voice low.

“Yes.”

“So why didn’t you call? Message me back? Speak to me or see me when we were in the same country?”

“Y/n,”

She put up a hand to stop him. “Charles I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner about leaving. But I tried to make amends and you ignored me.”

“I was in a bad space Y/n.’ he sighed. “I fucked up, I know but I need you to know how sorry I am.”

“I know you are. But that doesn’t mean you get a free pass.”

“I’m not asking for one. What I'm asking for is a chance to make it right. Please?”

The broken sound of his voice when he said please almost cause the entire wall she had built up to crumble. She looked back at him and nodded.

 

It was almost like no time had passed between the friends and soon they were almost back to normal. Almost. Charles knew it was going to take time for her to fully forgive him and he was determined to fix it. Hell, he would even deal with Eddie if it made her happy. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the guy, but she was HIS girl. The longer the races went on the more time he got to spend with her, and it made his heart leap. Everyone noticed how when she was around, he laughed and smiled more. Carlos and Max loved taking the micky out of him even going so far that he had to remind them that she had a boyfriend.

A fact she had to remind herself of lately it seemed. The more time she spent with Charles brought up old feelings, feelings she didn’t believe actually went away. She tried to tell herself that she was just happy that she had her friend back but every time he touched her, she felt herself get weak. Not to mention the feelings she got between her legs. She forced herself to focus on her relationship with Eddie, but he seemed to change. He would get extremely jealous and possessive whenever Charles was around or even when his name was mentioned. He would start an argument every chance he got. And today was no different. It was Saturday and she had to be at the Qualifying for the Baku race, and he didn’t want her to. “I get that you have to be at every race but why do you have to be there for the whole weekend?”

“We talked about this, it's my job.”

“Sure.”

She was frustrated and annoyed with him. “You knew this was how it was going to be Eddie when you decided to quit the force and come with me.”

“What I didn’t sign up for was all the time you would be spending with him.” She knew who the “him” was but choose to ignore it. “He’s not even on the team you work for.”

“Yes, but he is friends with Max and Checo.” She snapped. “He is going to be there.”

“Bet you love that.”

“Enough Eddie. I’m not going to justify having to do my job.” He chuckled sarcastically. “I’m not having this fight with you AGAIN. I have to go.” She grabbed her camera bag and keys. He grabbed her arm as she passed and held on tighter than necessary. “Just make sure your “job” doesn’t involve his bed.”

Y/n yanked her arm back and slapped him. “I am not you!”

He stepped back and placed a hand on his face where she had made contact. He had the decency to look ashamed. “Y/n, baby...”

She shook her head and left.

 

Charles had a spring in his step. He had just nailed qualifying scoring Pole Position and he had a good feeling about tomorrow. He was just exiting the Ferrari garage and was on his way to his car when he spotted Y/n in the Red bull garage. She was sitting against some locker's legs crossed with her laptop on her lap She had her earphones in and seemed to be absorb in what she was doing. “Hey stranger.”

She looked up from her screen and smiled weakly at him. “Hi.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked coming to sit beside her.

She took the earphones out and closed her laptop. “Nothing, I’m ok.”

“Wanna try that again?” he nudged her with a shoulder.

“Nothing I feel like talking about.”

He knew something was wrong and he hates the defeated look she had. He stood up and put out his hand. She gave him a look which caused him to chuckle. “Come on, I don’t bite. Not unless u want me too.” He wiggled his eyebrows and gave her a wink.

She shook her head with a smile, it wasn’t a full one, but it was his way on to get her to open up.

“You hungry?” he asked.

“I should,” she replied realising she had eaten breakfast that morning.

He took her, “So let’s go. I’m buying.”

 

He took her to one of the little cafes situated on the marine. He knew she would like it here as it had a magnificent view of the sunset. After ordering their food and drinks Charles sat back and just took in the view in front of him. He had always found her beautiful and had often thought about telling her. When she looked at him, he couldn’t hide his smile. “What?” she asked brushing a stray hair out her face.

“Just admiring the view.” He remarked making sure she knew it was her he was talking about.

She blushed.

“Mon Cheri, talk to me.”

She sighed. “Eddie and I had a fight.”

Oh. “About what?”

“Nothing, everything. I just feel like he resents me.”

“For what?”

“Leaving London and the force.” A waiter appeared with their drinks, and both thanked him before Charles asked her to continue. “When I got the offer from Christian to come work for Red bull, I told Eddie that it was going to chaotic at times. Travelling all the time and most weekends I would be working. He was okay with it. I gave him an out, but he wanted to be with me he said.”

“And now?” She started to bite her lip, something she started doing when she got frustrated or nervous. “Y/n,” he gentles said touching her hand.

“He hates that I’m spending some much time at the track and that it involves spending time with you guys.”

“Oh, he’s jealous.”

She rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t have anything to be jealous of. I mean sure if Max where to sweep me off my feet, then maybe,” she shrugged jokingly.

“And me?” he asked.

She gulped pulling her hand away from him. “You did great today.” She changed the subject.

They talked about the upcoming race well enjoying their food. But as they were making their way done the marine back to his car. He revisited the topic. “You never answered me.”

“About?”

He gave her a pointed look. “You know.”

“It's late, I have to go.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him till they were face to face. She gulped at the closeness as well as the fact that he was holding her close, so close that she could feel his breath against her skin. “Charles,” she whispered.

He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. It was the lightest of touches, but it set her body alit. She should not be enjoying it this much. She had a boyfriend for goodness' sake. As he deepened the kiss, she felt herself responding. She felt his hand touch her bare skin as her shirt rode up and she gasped at the contact allowing him to slip his tongue inside. Her phone began to ring forcing them to pull about. He looked at her flushed cheeks and ran his thumb across her swollen lips as she tried to get her phone out of her bag. She looked down at the caller ID, Eddie. She stepped back from him forcing him to release his hold on her and she answered.

“Hi.”

“Where are u?” he heard Eddie ask.

“Work took a little longer. But I should be home soon.”

“You want me to come pick u up?”

“I have an Uber.”

“Baby I’m sorry.” He spoke.

Y/n looked back at Charles noticing he hadn’t stopped looking at her. “It's fine. Can talk about it later. I have to go, Uber is here.”

“Ok I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Me too,” she replied before ending the call.

Charles stepped closer to her, but she mirrored his steps backwards. Shaking her head, “I have to go.”

“Y/n,” he started but she shook her head and left

 

The next morning, she woke up to the small of cooking and tiredly climbed out of bed. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before as her mind was swimming with the thought if the kiss. It had been so much better than she had dreamt about and even though she so desperately wanted to relive it she knew she couldn’t. The man she loved was just a room away and she need to get things with Eddie back on track. She made her way to the kitchen to find said man standing at the stove. She walked up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist. He placed the spatula he was holding down and turned around keeping her hands firmly around his waist. He gave her a long kiss, which unwillingly she knew tasted different to Charles’.

“Morning.”

“Hi. What are you making?” she asked.

“Pancakes.” he smiled.

“I love pancakes.”

“I know. Babe I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have said those things.”

“I’m sorry I brought up Ashley.”

 

He sighed, “I deserved it. But I want to make it all up to you.” He released her and handed her the spatula. “Can you finish up the last bit? I need to get something from the room.” She nodded.

She had just finished the last of the batter and turned off the gas when he entered the room.

“Y/n?”

She turned around and her stomach dropped. Eddie had gotten down on one knee and had a diamond ring in his hand. “Y/n Russo I have loved you since the first moment I saw you and I know that lately things haven't been so great, but I know that I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”

 

Later that day

“You cannot marry him. Not until you talk to Charles.” Y/n was standing in the Red bull Garage away from prying ears talking to Max. She had tried to get through to Arthur, but he was currently on a plane to Barcelona. Max was the next best person to talk to give the fact she most definitely was avoiding Charles. He had seen her and tried to talk to her, but she was able to avoid him.

“What is that going to help?”

“Y/n you and I both know that you are in love with him. Have been since we were kids. Not to mention that he is in love with you too.”

She furiously shook her head. “No, he is not. He just doesn't want me to be with someone and that’s the only reason he kissed me.”

“Sure. Listen Y/n I have to get ready for the race but trust me. Talk to him before you sign your life away to Eddie. I know you and Charles belong together.” he gently kissed her cheek as she wished him good luck and went over to his race partner. 

She took a deep breath before deciding what the hell and made her way over to the Ferrari garage. She asked one of the mechanics were to find him before heading towards the driver's room. She stopped as she reaches the slightly open door and felt her heart break. Charles was there with Charlotte and the girl had her arms wrapped around his waist. Y/n turned away just as Charlotte lend up for a kiss.

The race flew by with Max winning the Grand Prix by just seconds as Charles finished 2nd follow up by Lando in 3rd.  She made sure to do her job and expertly avoided both Charles and Max who tried to make eye contact with her. Charles sent her a smile, but she continued to focus on her task at hand. Max was however able to catch up with her at the paddock. “Something happened.”

“Yes, I took your advice.” she snapped.

He raised his eyebrows at her tone. “Excuse me?”

 

 

“Sorry. I went to talk to him.”

“And?”

“And nothing. He was making out with Charlotte so there wasn’t any need to talk to him.”

Max swore in Dutch under his breath. “There must be some sort of explanation.”

“Yep, as I said he doesn't have feelings for. He clearly still loves her, and the kiss last night was just him wanting something someone else has.”

“We’ll talk to him at the party.”

“I'm not going.” she replied.

“You have to be there. Kelly is coming and she is desperate to see you.

“I’ll call her and make lunch plans.”

“Schat, don’t let him pull you away from us.” he was practically begging. “You have to come help me celebrate.”

She scratched her forehead, “Celebrating your wins is every week celebration you know.”

He pouted, “But you’re my good luck charm.”

“Fine.”

He picked her up and span her around. “Thank you Schat.”

 

She managed to enjoy the party for a few hours before she saw him. He looked so handsome and when he locked eyes with her, she wanted to melt. She could see he was trying to make his way towards her, but several fan girls kept stopping him to take photos or get his autograph. She looked around her and got up grabbing Lando’s hand. “Dance with me,” she said.

“Absolutely,” he grinned getting up.

As the two hit the floor the Monégasque finally reached the table. “Where is she?” he asked.

Max answered with a nod towards the dance floor but stopped his friend before he could make a beeline towards to two dancers. “What is it you want from her?”

Charles looked back at him. “Just her.” he quickly walked over to the floor and interrupted their dance. “Lando, do you mind?” he asked trying to keep his annoyance at bay.

Y/n tried to beg Lando to stay with her eyes, but the young Brit knew better than to stand in his friend's way and he also knew Charles was in love with her. “No problem. She’s all yours.”

Y/n glared at him as he left her with Charles who took her hands in his pulling her closer. “Youve been avoiding me Mon Cheri.”

“Been busy.”

“Look me in the eyes and say that.” She couldn’t. “Do you regret it?”

“No.”

“So why are you trying to run away from me?”

“He asked me to marry him.”

He nodded. “Let's go somewhere less noisy.” He led her to a staircase that ended on the roof top. He could see her shivering and he wasn't sure if it was from cold or been alone with him. He took off his jacket and put it around her.  “Did you say yes”

She sat down in one of the deck chairs before shaking her head, “But I didn't say no either.”

He sat down next to her knees touching and she stared down at the spot. “Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you.” she gulped feeling tears in her eyes.

He put a hand on her knee and the contact on her bare skin made her tingle and feel calm at once.

“Is that a bad thing?” he asked.

She looked up, “I have tried so hard for so long to get over this, to get over my feelings for you.”

He lifted his other hand and brushed the tears off her face. “Why don’t you want to love me?”

“You were always with someone else. You would never see me as anything other than a friend,”

“That’s not true. It's always been you Mon Cheri.”

She shook her head. “I heard you.” he cocked his head questioningly. “Just before my 16th birthday. I heard you and Claire talking.”

He shook his head. “Youre gonna have to be more specific.”

“You mentioned my annoying little crush on you before you made out with my sister.”

“Oh!” he laughed slightly. “Okay first off I didn’t make out with Claire, she kissed me, quite aggressively I might add and two...” he ran a finger down her chin, “Did you hear a name of the girl we were talking about?” she shook her head. He nodded, “You remember Abigail Martin?”

“Sure, I guess. She was Claire’s friend.”

“Psycho is what she was. She used to stalk me. Actually, dodged a bullet there when she turned her attentions to Dean Thomas.”

“What?”

“Cheri, I have always thought of you being more than just my friend. You’ve always been my girl it just took me losing you to release that I am in love with you. And I let my damn ego get in the way. Not to mention the fact that I wanted the best for you.”

“How was any if this the best for me?”

“Like you said this life can be chaotic. I wanted you to fulfil your dreams. To have a life.”

“And what if I wanted you?”

“I didn’t make all the right the choices. But I want to make the right choice. Don’t marry him. Be with me.” he asked supping her face between his hands.

“What about Charlotte?”

“What about her?” he asked.

“I saw you before the race. You kissed her.”

He shook his head, “Cheri no. She was at the race and yes, she wanted to get back together and tried to kiss me, but I don’t want to be with her. I want only you.”

“This isn't really.”

He kissed her before placing his forehead against hers. “Did that feel real?”

She closed her eyes, “Yes.”

“Do you remember what presents you got when you turned 21?”

“Why?”

“Humour me.”

“21 Orchids.”

“Red to be exact.” he smiled as she moved away slightly and stared at him.

“How? Was that from you?” she asked in surprise. He nodded. “But Orchids are...”

“Your favourite.”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Your favourite movie is the Mummy, you like chocolate but only white. You prefer cheesecake over any other dessert. You like to travel but would choose to visit places that have historical meaning then go to the usual tourist attractions.”

“What?” she began but he placed a finger against her lips.

“When you don’t feel well you get quiet. A week before your period you start feeling nauseous and don’t want to eat only drink lots of orange juice. When it comes you like to snuggle up and watch comedies while eating strawberries and dragon fruit. But no Mangos as your......”

“Allergic.”

“And you love reading. Mostly thrillers but on the odd occasion a sappy romance novel. Which you always seem to find unrealistic. When your happy your eyes light up the brightest shade of green but when your sad the go dark green. And you have the most gorgeous smile I have ever seen, something I want to make sure you do every day.”

She didn’t say a word, only kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. Only when air become a necessity did they pull apart. “How do you know all of that? Not even Arthur knows all of it. Especially the flowers. Everyone thinks I love sunflowers.”

“I paid attention, especially when it was about you. You always drew sunflowers, but I remember once when you were about 8/9 my dad took us to the nursery to get something for Mother's Day and I saw how you were in awe of the Orchids.”

“I love how beautiful and unique they are.”

“Just like you. One of a kind. I love you, always have.”

She put her head on his shoulder as he held her close. “What now?”

“Tell him no, then come home to me.”

“I like the sound of that.” she said kissing him again,

“Oh, one other thing.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

“At the next race youre wearing red, I want everyone to know your all mine.”

[olicitymckono]

Part 2

Note: Absolutely love Charlotte

2 Years Later

Graduation was fast approaching, and Y/n had yet to tell anyone about her acceptance to the Royal College of Art. She had received the letter weeks ago but seemed to find excuses every time someone asked what her plans were after graduation. Arthur was definitely on track to become a Formula 1 driver just like his brother and was fast taking the F2 world by storm. Tonight though, racing and any conversation of the sort was not permitted. Y/n and Carla were upstairs in the Leclerc home getting ready for the last dance of their high school lives. Arthur and Charles were downstairs the latter trying to calm his brother’s nerves.

“Why do dances have to be so formal?” Arthur asked as he tugged on his tie.

“Well little brother,” Charles chuckled. “Women like to dress up and what better event than a school dance. Just enjoy it and have fun, I mean you and Clara are going to have so much fun.”

“I guess so. I just wish that y/n hadn’t decided to go to the dance with that idiot Jeremy.”

Charles suddenly uncomfortable at the mention of y/ns date. It’s not like he was jealous or anything but something about the boy didn’t sit right with him. Arthur noticed the change in his brother but said nothing. He knew Charles needed to figure himself out, if y/n didn’t end up hurt.

The doorbell rang and Charles excused himself. As soon as he opened the door, he felt that same feeling clawing at his insides. “Hi Charles.” Jeremy Martin a tall blond-haired boy stood in front of him suited up with a sunflower in his hand.

*Hello, who’s the flower for?”

“Y/n. She likes these.”

“Mhm, she tells you that?” Charles smirked slightly knowing that she hated sunflowers.

“Not exactly but I’ve seen her drawing them.”

“Well come in,” he ushered the young man in. “They should be down any minute.”

Charles led him through the foyer to join his brother but as he reached the stairs and looked up, he lost his breath. Clara and y/n were making their way down to them and he had never seen her look so beautiful. Her long brown hair flowed down her back in waves, just the slightest hint of makeup to enhance her features. She was wearing a long strapless black dress the hugged her in all the right places. Seeing her like this made him feel something he shouldn’t have towards his friend. She had a soft smile on her face, but he knew it wasn’t directed at him as she was looking at Jeremy.

“Wow you both look amazing.” Arthur was the first to react taking his girlfriend’s hand.

“Merci,” Clara kissed his cheek.

“Hi y/n. You look beautiful.” Jeremy smiled as he too took her hand.

“Guys, you should get going or you’re going to be late.” Pascale reminded them as she and Sylvie approached from behind the girls.

“You’re right.” Arthur nodded placing his hand on Clara’s back. “We’ll see you guys later.”

Y/n quickly kissed both her mother and Pascale on the cheeks goodbye before threading her arm through Jeremy’s outstretched arm. She smiled softly at Charles as she passed him.

He wanted to say something, anything but his mouth was dry. Pascale noticed but would wait till they were alone to say anything. “Shouldn’t you be going as well? Last I checked you had some function.”

Charles cleared his throat and looked at his mother. “Right,” he kissed her and Sylvie. “I’ll see you later.”

Few hours Later:

“You having fun?” Jeremy asked as they were dancing.”

“Yes, I am,” she smiled. She really was having a lot of fun and enjoyed his company. They had only been hanging out for a few weeks, but she really liked him. It didn’t hurt that for the most part she was able to move on from Charles, not completely but it was a start.

“Good. You know for a minute I thought you were going to say no to me.”

She lifted her head to look at him. “Why would I do that?”

“Charles Leclerc.”

“What does he have to do with anything?”

He gave her a pointed look, “Well he seems very protective over you.”

“He just looks out for me.”

“I’m sure.”

“What does that mean?” she asked getting a bit irritated.

He shrugged, “Nathan told me the only reason he didn’t ask you out again was because of Charles. I wanted to see it for myself.”

“See what exactly?” she asked moving away from him.

“How he would react.”

“So, you asked me out to see how Charles would react?” she crossed her arms.

Jeremy quickly tried to back track, “NO! I asked you out because I like you.”

She huffed, “Not what it sounds like.”

“Y/n,” he reached for her hand, but she moved further away. “I'm sorry.”

“It's fine. I'm kinda tired of dancing. I'm going to get a drink.” She forced a smile and made her way over to their table where some of her other friends were sitting.

“How’s things going with Jeremy?” Stacey Keliso, her redhaired friend asked.

“OK.”

“Just, ok?”

“Let's not talk about it.”

“Ok, now I need to know.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and sat down. “Why does everyone just want to get to know me to get close to Charles Leclerc?”

Stacey’s boyfriend Rafe Benedetti chuckled beside her. “He’s famous.”

“Wow how perceptive.” sarcasm dripped out Y/n voice. “You’d think I wasn’t aware.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Just pointing out the obvious.”

“What exactly did he say?” Stacey asked shushing her man.

“He mentioned that Charles is the reason Nathan ghosted me.”

“I’m not surprised.” Rafe replied.

“What?” Y/n asked.

“Never mind.”

She shook her head, “No no. Tell me.”

“We’ll,” he sat forward. “I’ve seen the way he gets when a guy talks to you. He can get very territorial.”

Y/n closed her eyes while pinching the bridge of her nose. “I can't wait to move.”

“Move?”

She opened her eyes in shock and turned around to see Arthur standing behind her. “Did I say that out loud?” she turned back to Stacy who nodded.

“Where are you going?” Arthur asked taking a seat next to her.

“Rafe, I wanna dance?” Stacy stood up and grabbed her boyfriend’s hand.

“I thought your feet were sore,” he remarked clueless.

“They feel better,” she dragged him to his feet and give her friend a smile.

“You weren’t meant to hear that, not yet anyway.” Y/n sadly looked at her best friend.

Arthur watched her intently. “Talk.”

She took a deep breath, “I got in.”

His eyes widen, “The Royal College of Art.” She nodded causing him to breakout into a huge grin. “Y/n,” he stood up and pulled her with him hugging her tightly. “Why wouldn't you tell me? I know how much you wanted this.”

“It means I'm leaving Monaco.”

“Only for a bit. London is not that far, and we will have holidays and visits.” he looked at her pride on his face. “This is amazing.”

“Really?”

He hugged her tighter in response. “But you have to make sure to come to any races in London and definitely home races.”

She laughed, “Wouldn’t miss them for anything.”

“Good Charles is going to flip.”

“You are too!”

“What?”

“Nothing. Would it be rude if I leave early?” she asked.

“Why? Is everything okay?”

“Yep, all good, just kind of tired and it's not as fun as I had hoped.”

“You want me to come with?”

She loved that he cared so much about her, but she knew that he was having fun, there was no way she was going to spoil it for him. “Nope, you have fun. I need to go find Jeremy.”

‘Okay, call me later,” he replied sternly.

She nodded.

A couple weeks later having graduated y/n and Arthur were taking a much-needed break before heading their separate ways for the time been. After the dance she had let everyone know about college and her move to London, everyone except Charles. He had been too busy with Formula one to make it home for graduation. But this weekend the two families were going to get together at the lake house to enjoy one last weekend together. She was excited to see him.

“Hey y/n, I need to tell you something.” Arthur helped drop off her bags.

“Sure. What's up Art?”

“Charlotte is coming.”

Y/n tried hard to not physically react even though she felt her heart sink. “Oh.” Is all she said. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the girl, but she had been hoping to spend time with him before she left. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before she saw him again.

“I only find out on the way here.”

She turned to a friend and forced a smile hoping he wouldn’t notice. “It’s all good Arthur. She’s cool.”

He looked at her, eyes narrowed. “You seem ok with it.”

She shrugged turning back to her bag. “Why wouldn’t I be? They’ve been together a while.”

“Ya but....”

She rolled her eyes before shushing him with a finger to the lip. “I'm a big girl. He’s going to have a girlfriend. I accepted that it's never going to be me.”

“Wish it was,” he mumbled as he walked out the room. Charles was an idiot, but it was his life.

“It’s going to be nice to see everyone,” Charlotte smiled looking at her boyfriend.

He nodded in agreement glancing quickly back at her before turning into the driveway of the house.

“Wow! It’s beautiful.”

“It is. I love coming here. It’s like my own private getaway. I, Art and y/n used to drag our mothers here as much as possible when we were kids.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes at the mention of the other girl making sure to hide her dislike for the girl from Charles. She was jealous of y/n. Charles was her boyfriend and she didn’t like how close he was to the other girl. But if she wanted to be with him, she knew she had to play nice.

She spotted Charles’ mother and older brother at a car as the came to a stop. Hopping out the car she quickly made her way over. “Bonjour Pascale, Lorenzo.” She gave each one a hug something Pascale noticed seem forced.

“Hi Charlotte,” Lorenzo greeted. “Nice to see you again.”

“Yes, lovely to see you.” Pascale smiled lightly at the girl. Her smile only growing once her son got to her. “Charles.”

“Hi Maman.” He kissed her cheek. He greeted his brother as well.

The sound of laughter made him turn towards the lake only for his heart to start bearing faster. Making their way towards them was Arthur and Y/n. She was wearing a white sundress that reached her knees and she had the biggest smile on her face he had ever seen. Suddenly he felt a tinge of jealousy towards his brother knowing he had made her laugh. Spotting him, y/n’s smile grew wider, and she picked up the pace.

“Mon Cherie,” he pulled her into him and spun her round causing her to burst out laughing once again making his heart leap.

“Hi.” A soft cough causes they two friends to separate. “Hi Charlotte.” y/n gave her a small smile.

“Hi.” The latter responded feeling annoyance with the younger girl. She made sure to place her hand around her boyfriend’s waist.

Y/n stepped away from him and felt Arthur next to her. “So how have you been?” she asked.

“Good, Charles and I had so much fun in Australia. It’s such a pity you guys couldn’t join us.”

Y/n choose to ignore the sarcasm in the other girl’s voice something only she seemed to pick up on. “Well, I’m glad you are here,” she replied even though she wasn’t telling the truth. It still hurt to see him with someone else.

Over the next few days, she had tried to get a minute alone with Charles, she wanted to tell him about London, but Charlotte made sure to keep him so busy that she never got a chance. Tonight, was their last night together before he had to get back to Formula 1 and she was leaving for London at the end of the week. The two families had just enjoyed a nice dinner together when Arthur decided that they needed to go out and enjoy the last night. The younger group made their way to the local bar while their mothers headed back to the house. It was here that they ran into Pierre Gasly.

“Where’s your sister?” he asked Y/n as they all enjoyed a drink.

“She and Marcus are enjoying a trip in the Maldives. His boss’s idea.”

He took a sip. “They gonna be back before you leave?”

She shrugged, “Not like it matters. She doesn’t really care much.”

“Where are you going?” Charlotte asked. Charles was currently in the men’s room, so Y/n told her making sure to inform her not to tell Charles as she was going to do it herself. The topic was soon dropped as soon as the latter reappeared. “Let's dance.” Charlotte took his hand and dragged him to the dance floor. He looked at his friends in surprise.

“Let's get a refill,” Pierre stood up. She swiftly grabbed his outstretched hand. “When are you going to tell him?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not like I'm hiding it from him. I just haven't had the chance.”

“Well good luck.” he grimaced before pointing behind her.

Charles was making his way over to them and he looked pissed. Before she could even think he silently grabbed her hand and practically dragged her outside. When he looked at her, she felt her heart sink. She knew he could get angry; she had seen it whenever something went wrong at a race. However, he had never looked at her the way he did now.

“Were you going to tell me, or just sneak off and think I wouldn't notice?”

She should have known Charlotte would spill. “I was going to tell you. There just hasn’t been a chance.”

“A Chance? Y/n you have known for months!”

“We’ve both been busy. Not to mention I haven't seen you in a while.”

“Oh, so now it's my fault?” he snapped.

“That’s not what I said.”

“Then what?” he retorted. “Everyone else seems to know, even Pierre it seems, and he has also been busy.”

“Charles,” she placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

When he looked into her eyes, she could see both pain and anger in them. “When?”

“At the end of the week.”

He nodded. “Well, I guess you won't be at the race on Sunday.”

“Charlotte will be there. You won't even miss me,”

“She’s not you,” he mumbled.

“What?” she wasn’t sure she had heard him right.”

“Forget it. Go live your wonderful life in London.”

She tried to stop him as he made to walk away but he just brushed past her back into the bar. She felt the tears sting her eyes. Why did it have to be this hard and why did it feel like she had just lost her friend?

[olicitymckono]

First time posting a story should be about 3 or 4 parts. Please enjoy.

Part 1

She wasn’t quite sure when it had started but she knew it had been from an early age. She had known Charles and his family her entire life, Arthur being one of her closest friends. Charles was 3 years older than her, and he knew her inside and out. Aside from the fact that she had the biggest crush on him ever.

Today was one of those days were everybody came down to the racetrack to cheer Charles and Arthur on as they raced in the Go-cart races. Besides getting to watch her favourite people doing what they loved, Y/N loved the track and longed to be a part of the sport. She was good at it, something Arthur had told her, but for some reason Charles disapproved. Most of the times it had just been the looks he’d give as she got too close to the vehicles. Today however he had been in a particularly bad mood, when she had asked Arthur if she could have a turn, he had snapped at her, “This is not for little kids, particularly a girl.” She had gulped and turned away so as not to let him see the tears that were beginning to form in her eyes. Now she found herself sitting with her older sister Claire and Lorenzo, the oldest Leclerc brother.

“You ok Squirt?” Claire asked her. Y/n just nodded and kept her eyes on the track, even though he had hurt her feelings she still wanted him to do well, knowing his dream was to be an F1 driver for Ferrari. “Ok, I’m gonna go get a drink. You want anything?”

“No thank you,” y/n responded.

A few minutes after Claire had left, Lorenzo looked over at the young girl he considered a sister. “So, you wanna share?”

She looked over at him with a sigh, even though Claire was her sister the two girls were not particularly close. Claire was more mature and extremely pretty, whereas Y/n was more into books. “Charles was a bit rude.”

Lorenzo nodded knowingly. He was the only person who knew about her little crush. “What did he do?”

“Basically said, girls can’t race.”

“Of course, he did,” Lorenzo chuckled. “He’s afraid you might beat him.”

She shook her head, “Not even in my dreams.”

“Look,” Lorenzo placed a hand on her shoulder. “Charles can be an idiot sometimes, but he would never intentionally hurt you. He’s having a bad day.”

“I know.” Doesn’t mean it didn’t still sting. She saw her sister approaching, “Let’s just watch the race.”

Lorenzo nodded knowing just how much Y/N hated her sister knowing anything and she most definitely would not want Claire to know about her little crush on his little brother.

Charles won that afternoon and Lorenzo had been right about the younger Leclerc not meaning to hurt her. As soon as the race was over and he had joined his family and friends he had gently pulled her aside to apologize, “Mon Ami, I am very sorry for what I said earlier. I didn’t mean it.”

“It's ok, I know you were under some stress.”

He shook his head, “It’s not okay. I was rude and shouldn’t have said that.”

She lightly touched his shoulder, “Apology accepted.”

He smiled at her and gentle leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “You're the best.”

“Y/n?” Claire called to her sister. Y/n saw something in her sister's eyes, but she ignored it. “We have to go. Mamma wants us to finish packing before we leave tomorrow. Or don’t you feel like going to the lake anymore?”

She smiled brightly at the thought of the long weekend at the lake, because not only was she going to be celebrating her sixteen’s birthday, but Charles and his family were going to be there to celebrate with her. “I'll see you tomorrow, Charles. Well done on the race today.”

“See you tomorrow, Squirt.”

She glared at him slightly as he knows how much she hated that name but just shook her head and followed her sister to the car.

Pulling up towards the family lake house always made Y/N feel elated. It was so beautiful and serene here and more importantly it was the perfect location for her to practice her photography and drawing. She was working hard on her photography as she really wanted to be a photographer or at the very least an artist of some sorts. She was hoping that as soon as she graduated high school, she would make it into either The Royal College of Art in London or the New York Institute of Photography. Something she hadn't mentioned to anyone, not even her best friend Arthur who was now walking towards them.

“Artie!” she raced towards him and gave him a big hug. Even though she had seen him just yesterday she loved being around her bestie. He felt the same way.

“Hey Y/n,” he could help the laughter in his voice. “Let me help you with that Auntie Sylvie,” he said to her mother as he reached for her bags.

“Merci mon doux garcon,” she smiled at the young boy.

Sylvie and Claire left the two younger teens to follow as they headed inside, the older woman happy to spend some time with her dearest Pascale.

“So, what do you wanna do for your birthday tomorrow?” he asked his friend.

She shrugged, she wasn’t really one for big celebrations, that is why when her mother had asked her the same question just several days ago, she had asked to come here for the weekend. “I know Mamma wants to go to some place in town for dinner.”

“And?”

“I really don’t know. I just kind of want to hang around here and do some drawing.”

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“No?” she knew he was up to something.

“Leave it to me. Tomorrow we are going out and having some fun.”

“I am only turning 16 you know?”

“I’m aware. Don’t worry I won't get you into too much trouble.” he chuckled. “And before you say anything, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Knock, Knock can I come in Squirt?”

Y/N looked up to find Claire standing at her bedroom door. She was obviously on her way to the lake as she was dressed in her bikini and a pair of shorts. Undoubtedly ready to have the eyes of the guys on her judging by how tight her bikini top was. “Sure.”

“So, I wanted to ask you about the other day back home at the racetrack.” Y/n looked at her sister confused so Claire continued. “I saw you and Charles talking after the race.”

“Oh, he was just saying sorry for being mean earlier.”

Claire nodded slightly, “OK good.” She walked in and closed the door slightly. Taking a seat on the end of the bed, she patted next to her, indicating for Y/n to sit down as well.

Y/n wasn’t sure what her sister wanted but sat down none the less. “Listen squirt, you know I love you, you’re my little sister and it's my job to look out for you, right?”

“I guess.”

“I need you to know that I'm only saying this because I’m trying to protect you.”

“What is it you actually want Claire?”

“I know about your little crush on Charles.”

Y/n shrugged, “Not sure what you are talking about.”

Claire patted her sister on the arm, patronising her. “I see the way you look at him. How you try to be as close to him as possible. Squirt, it’s kinda obvious and he knows it. He just doesn’t react to it.”

Y/n shook her head, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It started out as cute, but it’s getting a bit much. I just don’t want you fantasying that you and he are going to date. You’re not his type.”

“Not his type, meaning not pretty enough.” Y/n knew her sister. Claire always had a way of making her feel ashamed of how she looked. It wasn’t that she was ugly, but she was nowhere near as pretty as her sister.

“I'm just trying to make sure you don’t get too in your head. Charles, he is a good-looking guy, and he is going to be famous. He’s going to have hundreds of young girls vying for his attention. Do you really think that he’s going to give you a second glance? I’m just trying to make sure you don’t get hurt.”

Y/n stood up, “Charles is my friend.”

“For how much longer?”

“What?”

“Y/n,” Claire stood as well. “He only spends time with you because he has too. If it weren't for Arthur and Mamma, he wouldn’t even care.”

“Why are you being so mean?”

Claire shrugged, “I'm sorry if it comes across as mean but someone needs to tell you the truth. Forget about Charles, it's not going to happen.” She didn’t wait for Y/n to respond and simply walked out the room.

Y/n stood there trying hard not to let her sister’s words cloud her mind, but it was hard. She wasn’t naïve, she saw how girls looked at Charles and how he enjoyed the attention. Yet it was the part where she talked about their friendship. Was he only her friend because of his mother and brother?

“Y/n!” she heard her mother calling her and she quickly brushed away the stray tear and went downstairs.

That night she couldn’t sleep, her mind just kept replaying everything Claire had said. With a frustrated sigh she picked up her phone and checked the time, 2am. She threw the blanket off and got up. Maybe a cup of hot chocolate would help. Slowly opening the door as to not disturb anyone she made her way downstairs to the kitchen however; something caught her eye and made her stop. Charles and Claire were sitting by the fireplace with their backs to her. They were sitting really close together with Claire basically in his lap. They were having a conversation, but she wasn’t close enough to hear. She walked closer and stood against the back wall so they wouldn't see her.

“She really likes you.” She heard Claire say to him. She wasn’t quite sure who they were talking about, but she could hazard a guess.

“It was cute and all in the beginning but now it’s just getting too much,” he replied rubbing a hand over his face.

“Then talk to her.”

“I don't think it will help. She’s kinda obsessed. Besides I don’t want to be rude.”

“Charles, it's not been rude. It’s been honest. She’s a big girl, I’m sure she can handle it. Unless......”

“Unless what?”

Claire shrugged, “Maybe you like her and the attention.”

Charles scoffed, “Please, she is so not my type. I wouldn't even touch that if she was the last girl on the planet.”

Y/n placed a hand to her mouth to stifle the gasp. She didn’t want to hear anymore. She quietly rushed back towards the stairs, tears forming in her eyes, she made a mistake by taking one glance back. What she saw caused her already cracked heart to break, Charles was kissing her sister.

The following morning, she heard a knock on her door. She quickly wiped her eyes and tried to make herself a bit decent, knowing she probably looked like she hadn’t slept, which she hadn’t. Another gentle knock before she answered.

“Happy Birthday, my sweet girl.” Sylvie smiled as she walked in carrying a small present in her hand.

Y/n smiled at her mom lightly, trying her best to put on a happy face. “Thank you, Mamma.” She kissed her mother’s cheek once the older woman sat down on the bed.

“Are you ok ma Douce fille?” she asked brushing a strand of hair from her forehead seeing the dark circles under her daughter’s eyes.

Y/n placed a hand against her mother’s cheek, grateful for her mother’s care. “Oui mamma. Just didn’t sleep too well last night. Too excited for my birthday.”

“You sure?” Sylvie wasn’t convinced when y/n nodded but also knew her well enough to know that if she wants to talk about it, she would eventually. “Well, I have something for you.”

Y/n smiled fully this time she opened the present her mother gave her. Inside was a charm bracelet with a few charms attached. It was old and it was something she had always wanted. “Mamma, this is Grand mere's.”

“It is and I want you to have it. This,” she touched a small sun trinket attached to the bracelet, “was the first charm your Grand-Père gave her for her sixteens birthday.”

“It’s beautiful Mamma.”

“Just like you ma Douce fille. Now get up and come have some pancakes. Pascale is hard at work.”

“I love Auntie Pascale’s pancakes.”

“Exactly.” Sylvie stood up and smoothed down her skirt. “Don't ever forget how much you are loved Y/n.”

“I love you too Mamma.”

15 mins later Y/n was able to make herself look decent and made her way downstairs where she was quickly greeted by Lorenzo and Pascale who both hugged her tightly.

“I can't believe you are sixteen already, I still remember carrying you around on my shoulders after the races.” Lorenzo remarks after kissing her on the cheek.

“We all have to grow up eventually Lorenz, can't be a little girl anymore.”

“I guess, just means my job gets a little harder now.”

“How so?” she asked pouring a tall glass of orange juice for herself.

“Well,” he said before taking a sip of his coffee, “before I just had to protect you from the bullies, which in your case was my idiot brothers.” She chuckled. “Now I need to watch out for the guys, have to make sure they don’t break your heart.”

If only he knew how his own brother had done just that mere hours ago, even though it wasn’t really his fault.

“Who’s breaking hearts?”

She gulped as the man in her thoughts walked into the kitchen. She hated that he made her feel things.

Lorenzo noticed and answered his brother. “I was just telling Y/n over here how I'm going have to make sure no guy breaks her heart.”

“Oh, I very much think its Y/n who’s gonna break some hearts.” Charles gave her one of his signature smiles and walked over to her. “Happy Birthday Mon Cherie.” He kissed her on both cheeks and hugged her tightly.

Part of her wanted to melt into his arms and just stay like that, but she couldn’t forget what had been said. She did her best to return the hug so as not to make things weird but as soon as he had finally let go, she quickly excused herself under the pretence of going for a walk before breakfast.

Down at the lake Y/n felt tears stinging her eyes. “Get a grip Y/n.” she scolded herself, but it didn’t help.

“Y/n?”

She turned around and saw her best friend walking towards her. “Hey Art.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

She didn’t want to pretend with him, and she didn’t think she could. So, she didn’t, she told him everything and when she was done all he did was hug her tightly as she cried.

“Y/N?” He gently pushed her back so he could look at her. “My brother is an idiot.”

“How can he be an idiot if all he is doing is telling the truth? I’m the idiot.”

He wrapped his arm around her as they walked closer to the water. “Charles doesn’t see what’s right in front of him.”

“He likes Claire. I need to grow up and get over my stupid little crush.”

He shook his head. “You know what pisses me off the most?”

“What?”

“Your sister. I mean if they are dating why doesn’t she just say so. Come with all this crap about you not being good enough for him. I know she is your sister, but she was being a bitch.”

“She’s never really liked me to be honest.”

“Well, there you go. Don’t listen to her or let her get in your head. Besides she is most definitely wrong.”

“About?”

“You are very beautiful Y/n and Charles cares a lot about you, which has nothing to do with you being my friend or our moms being friends.”

“Thanks Art. Carla is a very lucky girl.” She leaned up and pecked his cheek.

“Arthur!” The two friends looked up to find Charles walking over to them. Y/n quickly turned her head and brushed the sleeve of her hoodie under her eyes. If he saw her crying, she knew he wouldn’t stop badgering her for an answer to why she was. Actually, she had a better thought, “I am going to walk a little more I'll see you inside in a bit.”

Arthur nodded, watching his friend walk away before turning to look at his idiot brother.

He noticed that Charles was also watching her walk away and he had an odd look on his face.

“She, ok?” Charles asked.

“She’s good. What's up?”

“Is there something going on with you two?” Charles asked

Arthur looked at his brother, “Jealous?”

“No.” he replied quickly.

“She’s just not feeling too well.”

“What's wrong?”

“Don't worry about her.”

Charles didn’t like that and got a bit annoyed. “She’s my friend too so don’t tell me not to worry about her Art.” He made to leave in her direction, but Arthur stopped him.

“Charles, not now. Just let her be. Whatever is bothering her she’ll get over it.”

Charles wanted to argue and go after her, but he knew his brother was right. Just meant he needed to keep a closer eye on her this weekend.

“Why were you looking for me?” Arthur drew back his attention.

“Oh, Maman is looking for you. Carla just got here.”

“Thanks man.” He started back towards the house before looking back at his brother. “She’ll be ok Charles. Come on before Lorenzo eats all the pancakes, then you know she’ll be pissed.”

Charles laughed slightly knowing his brother was right. He would make sure to get her alone later and find out what was going on with his girl.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried to get her alone, it was not working. Between Claire hanging around him and the fact that Y/n was avoiding him, he just couldn’t get to her. By the time dinner was over, he still hadn't gotten his chance and now his brother was informing them that they had been invited to a party at one of the other lake houses. Claire had tried to get him to stay behind with her, but he wanted to go to the party. The biggest reason was Y/n. But as soon as they arrived, she separated herself from the group and went to talk to a group of girls she had seen before. He met a couple guys around his age and started talking with them, but he made sure to always keep an eye on her, that was until a few girls caught his attention.

A little before 11pm Arthur and Carla joined him, “Where’s Y/n?”

Charles looked back to where she had been early, but she was nowhere to be seen. He felt something in his chest, but he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Panic? Dread? Jealous? “We need to look for her.”

The trio split up and Charles made his way over to a girl he saw her talking to early. “Hi,” she giggled.

“Hi,” he smiled politely. “Have you seen my friend Y/n. Little shorter than me, green eyes, long brown hair?”

“Yeah, she and Luke went out to the water.”

“Luke?”

“Yip, he owns the house. Said he wanted to spend some time alone with her.”

Charles didn’t even thank the girl before storming out the house. He walked for a while before spotting the young man and his friend standing in the water. Charles didn’t like how close the guy was to her.

“Y/n,” he called out.

She looked back at him then back to her companion.

“Friend of yours,” Luke asked her.

“Kinda I guess. He probably wants to go.”

“You don’t have to leave.” he said taking her hand.

She gently pulled her hand away and tucked her hands under her arms. “He’s, my ride.”

Truthfully, she wasn’t quite sure why she had agreed to come out here with the blond boy. But watching Charles flirt with all the girls there had been a bit much.

“I’ll take you home. Or you could stay here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Thanks for inviting us.” She turned to walk back up seeing Charles making his way down, but Luke grabbed her hand pulling her back.

“Come on Y/n it's your birthday, let's have some fun and celebrate.”

“No thank you. Please let go of my hand.”

“You heard her. Take your hand away before I move it.” Charles growled angrily.

“Sorry man,” Luke let go and put his hands up. “We were just talking.”

Charles placed his hand on her back and nudged her away. “Y/n lets go, now.” He gave the young blond a hard look before following after her.

As he caught up to her, he grabbed her wrist to make her stop. “Are you stupid?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“What were you thinking coming down here with a guy you just met.” he was pissed at her inability to think how dangerous that was.

She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “We were just talking.”

“Sure, that’s all he had on his mind given how he grabbed you to stop you from leaving.” he scoffed.

“Well good thing you were around to be my hero,” she remarked sarcastically.

“Yeah, well one of us has to use our brains.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Wow, big girl now, using your big words.” he knew he needed to stop before he said something he would regret but he was so angry at her, he couldn’t stop himself. “Can't believe how stupid you were.”

“Yeah, I guess I really am stupid.” she turned away from him and walked straight towards the car, whispering to herself, “I fell in love with you.”

She ignored Arthur and Carla’s questions as she hopped into the back of the car.

Charles on the other hand could smack himself for the way he acted but what’s done was done. He shook his head and followed. When he reached the car, he saw his brother looking in his direction with an uneasy face. “Later,” he replied and climbed into the driver’s seat glancing in the mirror to look at the girl behind him. She was just starting out the window. He sighed softly then started the car.

Over the next few days, she made sure to avoid him at all costs. To the point that even their mothers noticed and when both Sylvie and Pascale tried to talk to her, she would change the subject. The last day of the holiday Y/n walked into the kitchen mid-afternoon to find her mother cooking some stew. “Hi Mamma.”

“Hey there, you seem happy today.”

“Aren't I always happy?” Y/n feigned surprise.

“Not lately,” the older woman replied putting down her spoon and looking at her daughter

“Sorry, just haven’t been feeling so good.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/n shook her head. “Dad called me this morning.”

Sylvie turned back to the pot. “How is he?’ she asked.

“He’s okay. He said he’s going to be in Monaco next week. Wants to have lunch.”

“You know you don’t have to.” David Morello was a topic that didn’t much come up in their house in fact neither of the girls had any real sort of relationship with their fathers. Claire’s dad Tom had disappeared out of their lives when y/n was 5 and her own father the result of a fling during one of the many separations between Sylvie and her ex-husband Tom. But at least with David, who spent his life in Texas, he made an effort to stay in contact with his daughter.

“It's been a long time since I last saw him.”

“I know. Just the last time you spoke to him you guys had that argument. But it’s your choice sweetheart.”

Y/n shrugged, “Its one lunch and it would be nice to see him again. I was thinking about going into town for a bit. There are a couple things I want to get for school, and I saw this little army knife I think Dad would like.”

“Sounds like a nice idea. Are you going to ride into town?”

“Yep, it’s a nice day, could use the exercise.”

“I’ll drive you.” Charles walked in hearing the last part of the conversation.

“It's fine thanks,” she curtly replied.

“Finally, she acknowledged me,” he thought. “Well, I need a few things as well before I have to head to the tracks. So, I’ll drive you.” The way he said that sounded final and she knew there would be no use arguing especially in front of her mother, something he very much knew. “I'll be in the car.”

“Why is he so....”

“Cute?” her mother looked at her with a sly smile.

“Infuriating.” Y/n corrected.

Y/n didn’t know that her mother knew about her feelings for the middle Leclerc and how she hoped that the two would figure it out. She had this feeling that the two would be perfect together.

“Be nice Y/n.”

“It would be so much easier if I wasn’t so nice.” she remarked headed for the stairs to grab her bag.

The car ride into town was silent, not for Charles lack of trying. But she could be stubborn. As soon as they got there, she said, “I'll meet you back here in about half an hour. Is that ok?”

He thought about it for a minute contemplating just tagging along, but he really did need a few things so finally agreed going their separate ways.

She browsed around the shops making sure to purchase a few of the items she needed. 10 mins or so before she was due to meet Charles, she was looking at some drawing supplies when a familiar voice called out her name.

“Y/n?”

She looked in the direction it had come from to see Max Verstappen. “Max?”

“Hey, it's been a while.”

“I know, can't remember the last time. How’s the training going?”

“It's going well. Cars not going as well as I would like but we’re trying. How are you?”

“I’m good just looking forward to getting back to school.”

“How long are you here for?” he asked.

“I actually leave tomorrow. We came to spend the weekend here for my birthday.”

“Oh, Happy Birthday for....”

“Yesterday.”

“.... for yesterday.”

She smiled; he was really very sweet even though most people didn’t see that side of him.

They chatted for a while before she heard her phone buzzing in her bag. “Sorry,” she apologized to Max and pulled her phone out. Charles. “Hello?”

“Where are you Mon Cherie?”

“At the book shop. Ran into Max but I’m coming now.”

“Max?”

“Verstappen.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Be there now.” she replied not waiting for a response.

“You have to go?” Max asked.

“I’m afraid so, Charles is waiting for me.”

“You mind if I walk with you? Would be nice to say hi to him.”

“Sure.”

The two walked out the shop and headed towards the car. Charles was sitting against the hood, and she could just make out his foot tapping rapidly against the floor. He looked up and spotted her and his fellow racer approaching him “Hey Max.”

“Hey Charles, how are you?”

“Good. You were able to get Y/n out the book shop I see.”

Max smiled at the girl, “Maybe she just likes my company better.”

Y/n gently slapped his shoulder, “I was done anyway. He just delayed me slightly.”

“Well hopefully that wasn’t a bad thing.”

“Of course not.” she remarked with a smile.

“Well, I don’t mean to break up the happy moment, but we should get back.”

She ignored the way Charles had said that and quickly gave Max a hug, “Was really good to see you.”

“You too Y/n. I hope we’ll see each other again soon. Charles, I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“Yep.” They both watched him walk away. “I got you your favourite.” Charles was closer to her with a large cup in his hand. “Sort of a peace offering,” he remarked rubbing his hand against the back of his head.

“Thanks,” she took the drink from him and took a sip. “It's good.”

She went to get in the car leaving Charles to feel frustrated as clearly the coffee hadn’t made a difference. She was still quiet, and the silence was killing him. He missed her even though she was right there. He decided to take a detour.

“Where are you going?” she asked as he took a side street.

He didn’t respond till he reached his destination and stopped the car. “I’m sorry.”

She turned away from the window to look at him. She saw sincerity in his eyes. “I don’t like fighting with you Charles. “She admitted.

He took her hand in his, “Neither do I Mon Cheri. I don’t even know why I said that, but I need you to know I didn’t mean it.”

The skin on her hand was burning from his touch and she needed some distance. She gently removed his hand and climbed out the car.

He sighed and climbed out after her. “Y/n are you ever going to forgive me?” he asked as he stood in front of her.

“I forgive you Charles.”

“Then why are you still mad at me?”

“I’m not mad, it’s just...”

“What?”

“It’s not about what you said, it’s that YOU said it. Lately you’ve been fighting with me more and I miss my friend.”

“Hey, I know I’ve been a dick lately. I’m stressed with these races coming up and how much I want to prove myself and I guess I’ve been taking it out on you a lot. I just rely on you to be my voice of reason.”

“Not like I’m the right person for that right now.”

“Y/n what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“I just have a lot on my mind.” She replied leaning against the car.

He mirrored her actions his left leg brushed against hers, causing a tingling sensation in her body but she forced herself not to react or move just trying to focus on something else.

“I like someone.”

He looked at her something in his chest tightening. “Oh. Do I know him.”

“Kinda but I’m not telling you who it is. Besides it doesn’t really matter because he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Are u sure?” the tightening lessened somewhat.

She nodded, “He has a girlfriend. Just found out recently.”

“I'm sorry. He’s an idiot if you ask me.”

“Art said the same thing. But there’s something else.”

“Go on.”

“Charles, you have to promise you won’t say anything.”

“I promise.”

“This morning my dad called. He wants to have lunch next week as he’s gonna be in town.”

“You don’t want to?” he knew all about her relationship with her dad. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he only really wanted to know her when it was convenient for him.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I made it seem easy with Mamma this morning but last time I spoke to him we had an argument. I never told anyone what it was about, but he wanted me to come live with him in America.”

“Are u serious?”

“Yep. Something about him wanting his son to spend time with his sister. That he needed his family together.”

“Now all of a sudden?”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “That’s exactly what I said, and he didn’t appreciate it. Told me that I didn’t understand his situation and that he had had to make a tough decision but that he absolutely regretted it and he wanted to get to know me.”

“You don’t have to go.”

She shrugged, leaning her head back. “Why do I feel like I have to give him the benefit of the doubt?”

“Because you are a good person Y/n.” he brushed his pinkie against her hand in affection.

Closing her eyes at the sensations it was causing in her body. He had no idea the affect he had on her, and she knew that she had to get a handle on it. She had been honest with him when she said she didn’t like fighting with him. Even though Arthur was her best friend she just knew that with Charles it was different.

“Ya, like that has made any difference.” Straightening up she looked at him. As much as her heart aches for him she was going to have to be happy to have him as her just her friend. “I’m sorry for been a bit of a bitch.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “I didn’t not deserve some of it. But I need you to promise me something.”

“What?”

“No matter what or where we may be, don’t ever stop talking to me.”

“I promise.”

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Fights

Requested by Anon - Can you do a Eddie diaz one where the reader has been taking care of Christopher while he is at the fights (but she doesn’t know that what he’s doing) and she patches him up when needed and she’s tired of him coming home late and hurt she not knowing what he’s doing and he tells her thx. Characters – Eddie, Christopher, Reader. Word Count – 649

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Quiet love

I know its wrong to love you but i can’t stop the way you make me feel. Why does love have to be so complicated? Why do some men act they way they do? Is it about power or something more? My heart beats faster when you are near. Even just the thought of seeing you or hearing your name makes the butterflies erupt. When you touch me in what you deem an innocent manner, it leaves my skin warm and tingling. I shouldn’t enjoy but I do. I crave it. It’s my new addiction. You stare at me, I feel your eyes on me but I dare not look back in case I break and spill my secret, I think I’m falling for you. But I have to watch as you leave with her. #lovingsomeoneyoucanthave #fallinginlove

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Can't help but feel this way lately

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5x23 Follower Giveaway!

Happy Season 5 finale week!!!! We made it!!!!

Season 5 has been a long road! I want to thank everyone for sticking with me and just enjoying our show together.

So here is the 5x23 Follower Giveaway - Original Team Arrow artwork by Brian C. Roll (oydsseyart.net) and signed by the Captain himself, STEPHEN AMELL! Yes, 100% authentic. I watched him sign it while we chatted about 5x22 spoilers. Again, this is just my small way of bringing the actors and conventions to those who are not able to attend. 

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If you are interested in participating in the giveaway, you need to like or reblog this post.

YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME TO BE ELIGIBLE.

I will ship internationally.

I will announce the winner after 5x23 airs Wednesday May 24th!

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5x22 Follower Giveaway

Sorry friends! I meant to post this sooner, but life got busy the past few days. The 5x22 Follower Giveaway is a goodie from HVFF Chicago - artwork by Brian C. Roll (oydsseyart.net) and signed by DAVID RAMSEY! Yes, it is 100% authentic. I chatted with David and watched him sign it. :) 

I know many of you will never get the chance to meet any of the Arrow cast, so this is just my little way of sharing the experience!

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If you are interested in participating in the giveaway, you need to like or reblog this post.

YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME TO BE ELIGIBLE.

I will ship internationally.

I will announce the winner after 5x22 airs Wednesday May 17th!

And don’t worry if you don’t win. I’ll have one more giveaway for the finale. Yes, another HVFF goodie.