Redemption {Charles Leclerc}

18

Charles' POV. 

You sigh. 

You have no idea why you just screamed at her like that. You know she didn't deserve that at all. You're just so angry at everything right now. 

At Max, at the team, at the race. 

But most of all you're angry at yourself. 

You fucked it up today and deep down you know it. This could've been your first win but you messed it up. You know you've only got yourself to blame for this. 

But that's difficult to admit. It makes you feel vulnerable which in turn makes you feel angry. 

And now you're taking your anger out on her. 

Sophia. 

You let yourself fall down on the grass next to the track. When you angrily left the party after being unreasonably rude to Sophia, you walked your way to the circuit to clear your mind. You honestly don't know your way around here so this is pretty much the only place you could think of. 

So now you're here, sitting on the humid grass, drowning in your own pity. 

It's actually pathetic how sorry you feel for yourself. You've been nothing but rude to everyone after the race and none of those people deserved that, Sophia in particular. 

She looked so sad when you raised your voice at her. She already didn't seem really happy to be at the party but when her eyes found yours in the crowded room, you thought you saw her eyes light up for a moment. It could've just been in your head though. 

But why did she have to get that drink from Max? You weren't even aware of the fact that she and Max know each other. Out of everyone in that room, Max had to be the one to get her a drink. 

But then again, you also didn't really let her explain. You just started shouting at her before she could even say anything. 

Jesus Charles, you're an absolute dickhead. 

You let your head fall into your hands before you look up to the sky. 

"Hey dad, hey Jules," you say softly as you look up to the stars. "I messed up pretty badly today huh?" 

You know that they can't hear you but sometimes it feels good to pretend that they can, to pretend that they can hear your thoughts and your feelings, to pretend that they're actually listening to whatever is on your mind. 

"I don't know what has gotten into me. I'm sorry," you say as a tear escapes your eye. 

"I fucked up today. I fucked up my race and I fucked up with Sop... with a girl I like very much. I don't know if can fix it," you say with a sad voice. 

"This girl, you know...," you continue. "Her name is Sophia. She's so... she's so special. She's the most gorgeous girl I've ever laid my eyes upon, with her blue eyes and her pretty blond hair. And she's so pretty on the inside too. She's so... intelligent... and sweet... and funny... and... ugh she's just amazing. And she calls me Charlie Dad, just like you always used to," you say with a small smile. 

"Dad... Jules... I think... I think I'm falling for her."  

You suddenly sit straight up. 

Shit. 

You're falling for her. 

You're falling for her hard and fast. 

You didn't realize it until now. 

You didn't realize how much you're starting to like this girl.

She's it. 

She's the one you want to be with, whether you're feeling sad or happy. She's the one you want to travel the world with and discover new things with. She's the one you want to wake up with in the morning and go to bed with in the evening. She's the one who you want to tell about your day and then listen to her talk about hers. She's the one you want to make small talk with but also have deep conversations with. She's the one you want to drop cute jokes with that only the two of you will understand. She's the one you want to be silly with without feeling embarrassed about it. She's the one you want to sit in silence with while listen to nothing but each other's breaths. She's the one with whom you want to watch people walk by while guessing their names. She's the one with whom you want to do it all.