Charles Leclerc - This Love

0.05 Havana

Isla sat on her bed watching as Kelly went through her wardrobe looking for the nicest thing to wear. "This is nice!" she said pulling out a beautiful red dress. "Too formal though. Ooh I'm loving this one." Kelly pulled out a beautiful black sleeveless top with a back made on stringy bits of fabric which showed a bit of her back. "Some heels jeans and makeup is all you need to make this work." Isla nodded and took the clothes to go and change. She had to admit, she looked great. She hadn't dressed like this since she and Max used to go out. This was going to be the second night in a row she was going out. A knock came from the bathroom door. Kelly. "You ready?" she asked. The brasilian's eyes shot open as she saw Isla. "Look at you." she almost squealed. "I know. I look amazing! For the first time in a long time I feel...like me." Isla said looking into the mirror. Kelly walked over and placed her hands on her new found friend's shoulders. "Thanks Kelly." Isla said. "Don't mention it. Now, tequila shots!" She said practically dragging Isla out the door.

Once again, Isla walked into the club like she owned the place. Kelly brought her up to the VIP area and they sat getting absolutely wasted. "You know," Isla slurred. "I wrote a song about this place." Kelly furrowed her eyebrows. "The Havana Club. That's what this place is called, its great. Each part of the club is named somewhere else for example, we're in the New York area which is why up here is just covered in fairylights." Kelly nodded in understanding. "Over there is the Atlanta area and Max took me to the east of there for our first kiss hence, its in the song." Kelly pursed her lips in a grin. "Very clever. I was wondering when you went to Havana." she joked drinking the rest of her champagne. "I was born there." Kelly looked at her in shock. "So he likes the South American beauties." she added making Isla laugh. Kelly looked behind Isla and smirked when she saw someone looking at Isla. "And it appears a certain Monegasque also likes a certain South American beauty." Isla turned around to follow Kelly's line of vision and set her eyes upon the Ferrari driver staring hungrily at her. She bit her lip and smiled, shooting him a wink. Charles raised his head a bit more no longer focusing on his friends around him but now onto Isla. "I approve." Kelly muttered catching Isla's attention. "Oh shush. He's gonna have to work a lot harder than he's working now to get what he wants."

"And you know who he is?" Isla nodded as she drank another shot. "Not only do I know him but I met him and let's say we flirted," Isla paused to look around and move in closer to Kelly's ear. "up close." Kelly looked shocked at the innocent looking girl. "And here I thought you were an angel." she joked. "Far from it. You can't be an angel and have a child Kelly." Kelly spat her drink out and held her stomach laughing. "You've got a point. Oh and don't look now." she said sipping a mojito. Where the hell did all these drinks come from? "Well hello princesse." a voice purred into Isla's ear. She shuddered at the feeling. "And hello Charlie boy." She replied turning around to face him. "Here again then?" Isla nodded as he played with a piece of his hair. "What can I say. There's something about here that's just so...addicting." Charles looked between her lips and her eyes. Isla swallowed the lump in her throat and realised she might have been entering some dangerous territory and quickly changed the conversation. "This is Kelly. She's here tonight, not Alyssa." Kelly smiled and shook Charles' hand. "Nice to see you again."

"Same to you. I didn't know you two were going out together." Charles replied. "Well I better get going. I have Penèlope tomorrow and I don't want to take her looking and feeling like shit." she joked grabbing her purse. Isla started panicking again. "I should come with you then. I can pick up Lara while I'm at it-" Kelly stopped her and placed her back down. "Nopee, you don't go out and I'm sure Charles and you can have a good talk amongst yourselves." She winked. "Tah, tah." she said waving and waking away, leaving Isla and Charles sitting together. "So...what now?" she asked nervously. "What? Oh. What do you want to do?" Charles relied a little awkwardly. "Seems like we're both awkward." she chuckled. "Yeah. I can drop you home if you'd like?" he said. "I'm not entirely drunk but I'll just get a taxi." Isla looked at him strangely. "I swear! I haven't drunk since wwe walked in! I had a few shots but that's it!" Isla giggled. "Well, you're well behaved. Max would be chugging down Lewis' champagne of he could." she joked. Charles laughed to himself and took her hand. "Not all of us are like him. So what do you say? Do you want to go home?" Isla nodded and grabbed her purse following Charles out of the club and into a taxi. "So where do you live?" Charles asked Isla. "Why? Are you going to pay me a surprise visit?" Charles smiled. "No, I'll probably just bring you for breakfast in the morning."