Charles Leclerc - This Love

0.18 Treat You Better

Charles felt his world crashing to the ground. Two days. A total of two days. "Listen, I was drunk, he came over to talk and then we both just fucked up-" she continued to ramble on. The blood boiled inside him. She wasn't his yet and he knew that but he couldn't help but want to rip the head of Max. Charles looked at Isla, awaiting her to stop talking. She finished up speaking and breathed in air, finally. "Are you finished?" he asked. Isla nodded reluctantly. "Firstly, what the hell? He has a girlfriend." Isla nodded herr head slowly. "And you were both drunk?" Isla sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. "Okay, I don't care. I simply don't care what happened between you and Max, it was probably y a genuine mistake. We weren't together then, and we aren't now so as long as this doesn't happen again, it's in the past and we won't have a problem." Isla was shocked at his response (and some of you it would seem). She expected something bigger. "I'm more angry about Max, the fact that he actually has a girlfriend and decided to do that. That's messed up." Isla nodded, still shaken about her confession. "Just listen princesse, I'll make you forget about that Verstappen if you let me." Isla's heart melted. She nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. They pulled away, leaving Charles worth a grin plastered onto his face. "We aren't together, not yet anyway. Let's just take it slow, know each other a little more and...hope for the best." He smiled softly at Isla as she nodded her head in agreement.

"Now, let me begin with why I'm better than Max-" A knock from the door interrupted Charles. "Yes? Who is it?" he asked. "Silvia. We need to go now Charles. The race is in an hour." Charles groaned. "Alright, I'm just getting my suit on." Charles called back before looking at Isla again. "And I'll be back for that later." he joked pointing down at her. Isla bit her lip to hide a smile but failing. "Right princesse, do you want to go to the hospitality or the garage?" he asked walking out with Isla under his arm. "I'd like to go to the garage." Isla replied. Charles nodded in agreement. "I'll get you a headset." He told her. Charles said something in Italian and no sooner than two seconds later, a headset was ready for her. She took it and placed it over her ears and not a single noise could be heard, perhaps only her breathing. She focused on Charles as he walked around the garage, making sure evertything was just right for this race. He looked good, suspiciously good. Just before Charles climbed into the car, he looked back and winked at Isla, causing a blush to creep up onto her cheeks.

The race went by swimmingly. Charles was riding in a comfortable P3 which was good for ferrari but Charles wanted something more. There was a certain man ahead of him that he needed to sort out first. "Okay Charles, steady-"
"How far ahead is Verstappen?" His race engineer was a bit caught off guard. "I- well just be steady-"
"How far ahead is Verstappen?! I won't ask again!" His race engineer looked up to his screen and looked at the timing. "Verstappen eleven seconds ahead." Charles got his head down and focused on the Mercedes in front of him. "How many laps left?" he asked. "Nineteen laps to go Charles."
"Let's go for the win. Full battery deployment." Charles suggested. "Negative-" Charles snapped. "Full battery. I'm not stepping down when we could possibly win." His race engineer let out a frustrated breath and reluctantly agreed and there Charles went, whizzing past Lewis. He found himself behind Max in no time. Max was notified that the Monegasque was behind him, he pushed his car even further than it could. Every lap, Charles got closer and closer to overtaking him but couldn't quite do it fully.

Last lap, Charles and Max are both fighting for P1, the only thing everyone was sure of was the top 3,or so they thought. Final four corners, Max pushed too hard to defend from Charles and found himself spinning off the track, leaving Charles with the P1 position. The ferrari mechanics went wild. They had completely lost it. Finally, they won after such a difficult season so far. Charles crossed the line, screaming his lungs out into the radio. Isla joined in the celebrations and followed the team out to parc fermé to greet the winner. Charles parked up at the P1 board and hopped out of the car before setting eyes onto the sea of red ferrari mechanics and plunging into them. The screams were deafening. Charles looked over to Isla, a grin plastered all over his face. He pulled her into his embrace and decided to be bold.

"Can Max do that?" Charles said into her ear. Isla gasped and laughed. "Not as fucking amazing as you." she replied breathlessly. "One more thing I'm better at than him." He joked, Isla a bit confused. "What else are you better at?"

"You'll find out when we get back to the hotel, princesse."