Charles Leclerc - This Love

0.04 Grand Prix De Monte Carlo

Isla sat up waiting for Max to come and collect Lara. Isla refused to go to the Grand Prix today. She was going to stay in and do absolutely fucking nothing. She wasn't going to dress up glamorously for the paparazzi and for them to make a story out of you going to the Grand Prix. The audacity that bastard had. The doorbell rang, catching her attention. She walked towards the door and saw a hungover Max with a slight smile on his face. "Nope, absolutely not." she said slamming the door. "What do you mean?! Let me in!" he shouted through the door. "No! You were out drinking! You clearly can't be trusted so come and get her after the fucking race Max!" Max groaned and walked away trying not to fight with the woman. She was the mother of his child and he did go and fuck everything over.

Isla sat and watched the Grand Prix between the tv and the balcony. Living on a track had some upsides. Lara's eyes darted along as she watched the cars. It was a tense enough race but Isla decided she would go to meet Max after the race, that way he wasn't going anywhere near her door. She changed into something more appropriate and packed up some of Lara's things before leaving with her daughter and making her way to the track, a short enough journey might I add. She walked into the paddock and closed over the hood of the pram a little bit more so nobody could see her daughter. Many photos were snapped of her and she didn't mind that so much, what was important was that Lara was safe from the media. Isla walked into the Red Bull hospitality. Almost immediately, her eyes fell onto Kelly and another beautiful woman, most likely Sergio Perez's wife. "Isla! So you did come after all." she smiled.

Isla walked over and sat beside them. "I did. Is he still P3?" she asked looking up to the screen. "No, he locked up around Sainte Devote and the hairpin too and then Ricciardo took his opportunity and overtook him. Now ricciardo is P2, Leclerc is P3 and Checo is P1. Hopefully it stays like that, huh Carola?" Wow. All that happened while she was walking to the track? "Oh Isla, this is Carola. She's Checo's wife." Isla turned to the other woman on the couch. She looked good too. What was it with the f1 wags? Each and every one of them weeree gorgeous! "I'm Isla." she said shaking Carola's hand. "Yeah I know who you are. You're songs are just...wow. Amazing."

"Thank you so much! I work very hard on them so it's a relief that people like them." Carola smiled before the three women brought their attention back to the TV screen. "And Daniel Ricciardo has been given a ten second stop go penalty for impeding track limits. What a horrible day for the Aussie." Corfty said. Carola was focused now. She just wanted Checo to win the race and get out of that deathtrap. Three laps, two laps, one lap, last lap. "And Sergio Perez wins the Monaco Grand Prix!" Carola jumped up out of her seat. He'd done it! Checo had won the Monaco grand prix. "And Charles Leclerc takes second place, the very first time he finishes his home grand prix in formula one! Max Verstappen P3 but Lewis Hamilton and Valterri Bottas very, very close indeed."

The three ladies made their way out to the Red Bull garage to congratulate the team on their good work and then to Parc Fermé. Checo jumped out of his car and ran to his crew while Max went straight to Kelly and Isla. "There's my girls." He said pecking Kelly's lips and taking Lara from Isla's arms and placing a kiss on her cheek. Isla gave him a confused look but shrugged it off. "That was a good race." she told him. "Thanks. We're you watching the whole time?" he asked. Isla shook her head. "No, I had to walk down to the paddock but other than that I watched it." Max nodded his head and returned to cooing at Lara. "So where are you going now?" he asked. "Well after the podium I'm going home to go relax." She said. "Oh no, we're going out." Kelly said. "I'm bringing you out and we are gonna have some girl time. I don't get any girl time anymore either." Max looked at Kelly confused now. "Daniil is coming to take care of Penèlope so Max can take care of Lara and we'll go out." Isla smiled and agreed. What's the worst that could possibly happen? "Great, I'll come and pick you up at seven then." she said. "Seven? Everyone usually sets the time for eight." Isla said. Kelly laughed. "Yes honey, but I'm going to get you ready and we're gonna get tipsy while we do." she said making Isla grin. "And Max isn't getting out of babysitting."

Isla laughed as Max and Kelly walked away with little Lara. She was by herself now, some peace and quiet at long last. "Isla?" She jumped slightly at the familiar voice from behind her. She turned and saw the Ferrari driver still in his race suit and still soaked from the champagne; she didn't know what the fuck was going on but whatever it was, she fucking loved it. "Díos mío." she muttered under her breath. "So I take it you watched the race then?" he asked in a chuckle. "Y-yes I did. You did very well. Congratulations." Charles smiled. "Thanks. At least I finished the race this time around." He joked. "Yeah, by almost winning it." Isla added.

"Are you free tonight by any chance?" he asked. Charles was crazy about the woman. He wasn't a big fan of anything she did in the girl group and even her solo stuff was a bit of a stretch. He was more intrigued about who she was as a person and how she portrayed herself to the public; this funny,oveable and caring woman who can also be a bad bitch at times. "Actually Charles, I'm a bit busy tonight. I'm going to hang out with a friend but I'll gladly go out with you some other time." Charles couldn't help but feel disappointed. He really wanted to get to know her a bit better. "That's fine. I'll be in touch anyway." He chuckled. "I'll be going now but it was nice to catch up." Isla nodded and smiled. "You too." she replied. "I'll see you around Charles!" and with that, the pair walked away from each other still thinking about the other.