ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕤 [ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕔] ✔

Part 47

A few days later Charles were on his way to Pierre's place, where he'd stay for a few days. He still hadn't been home in Monaco. Maybe because he didn't wanna run into Y/n, or maybe it was just too weird not to have Y/n around him. But giving the obvious fact that the pair were still teammates, he would have to come up with some sort of solution so his F1 career wouldn't be completely ruined. 

Pierre also seemed to notice the rather strange behavior from his best friend. The entire time that Charles was staying at Pierre, he seemed less energetic. He still talked to people and Pierre's friends, but he wasn't acting like himself. So just before Charles, as the last guest were about to finally go back home, Pierre asked him to stay. "Mate, can we talk?" Pierre said and with a confused look Charles nodded and placed his bags on the floor before joining Pierre on the sofa. 

"So, what's up?" Charles asked oblivious to Pierre's concern. "Dude, you've not been acting like yourself these past couple of days, what's wrong?" Charles was a bit shocked that his best friend had read him like an open book, but he couldn't exactly tell Pierre about Y/n... could he? "Nothings' wrong" he simply answered. A dull and short answer that Pierre most definitely wasn't buying. "Cut the bullshit, Charles. I know you, and something is clearly not right. So tell me, what's wrong?"

Charles sighed giving up. Since Lando, Alex and George knew about Y/n and him, it was only fair that Charles' best friend knew as well. So after taking a deep breath, he told Pierre the entire story, and Pierre was barely blinking as he was so busy listening to the story. "Holy shit... I mean you and Y/n that's amazing, but sad with how it ended, but mate! Don't give up on her. You guys have to talk to each other"

"But how?! I said some mean things, and I'm not sure we've ever argued like this before... how the hell am I gonna fix this whole situation?" Charles answered with frustration causing Pierre to place his hand on Charles' shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. "You clearly love her, I mean that's obvious. I've never seen you act like this before. So just talk to her." And once again Charles sighed. "It's not that easy, mate. Even if I do talk to her, we still can't be together. Her PR manager has already threatened us, and if more people find out, we'll probably loose our F1 seats"

"I understand. I just have one thing to say... You're Charles fucking Leclerc, mate! I've never seen or heard you be more in love with anyone than Y/n, and it sounds like you two are clearly meant for each other. Are you really gonna let something get in the way between you two? There has to be some sort of loophole in your contract or something, or just something we can fix, so you can actually date her as a normal human being. But until then, go talk to her." Charles was left rather speechless for a few moments before snapping out of his trance. What Pierre said awoke something in him, and he knew, what he had to do. 

"... thank you, I needed that" Pierre smiled and they gave each other a 'bromance' hug before Charles left. As Charles drove in his car, adrenaline pumping through his veins, he pressed some buttons in his car, and soon the phone was ringing. "Uh... hi?" Y/n's confused and hesitant voice sounded on the other end of the phone. Charles' heart sank at the sound of her sad tone in her voice. "Are you back home in Monaco right now?" he spoke quickly, his eyes fixed on the road. 

"Yeah, why?" she replied still being hesitant. "I'll be there in 15 minutes" he said tightening his grip around the steering wheel. "Wha-" but before she could fully reply, Charles hung up and continued to drive through the streets of Monaco. And sure enough, 15 minutes later he pulled up to her house, and just left all his bags and everything in the car. With firm steps he walked to her front door and knocked a few times. 

Finally the door opened and there she was, standing in a simple outfit consisting of black sweats and an oversized sweater. She had a confused look on her face, and she let out a small squeal, when Charles quickly walked into the house, closed the door behind him, and pulled Y/n inside. "Charles what are you-" but Charles put his finger over her mouth to shush her up. She raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

"Y/n I love you. Nothing in my life has ever brought me more happiness than you, not even F1. I love you with every single bone, muscle, cell and whatever is in my body, and I would take a bullet for you. Forget everything I said at the beach house because I didn't mean those things, and you know it. I fall for you even harder every single day even though I didn't think this would be possible. I don't care about our history as rivals, and I don't care about our contracts. We can find a solution, a loophole, something that'll allow us to stay together, because I am never ever letting go of you again. Please forgive me for what I said and how I reacted. I understand why you kept it a secret, and I'm not mad. I just want you back"

By the time Charles had finished his speech, tears were slowly rolling down her cheeks, and she was left completely speechless. She didn't know what to say at all. Her heart was racing like crazy, and she felt her entire body getting weak because she knew that she felt the exact same way. Completely in love with the cute Monegasque idiot that was standing in front of her. And that was very much confirmed, when she threw herself into his arms, and they embraced each other in a tight hug. The tightest and longest hug, they had ever shared. And Y/n was never ever letting go of Charles again.

A/N aw that was cute. Anyway we still have a lot to go, and I still have races and things planned out, so stay tuned, and I hope you like it <3