Max had landed in Paris in the middle of the night. Charles had arrived a couple hours earlier and was already sound asleep in the most comfortable bed on earth.
The day at the factory had been great. It was also a great distraction, but when Max had an entire hour in a plane, all alone, his mind exploded.
What did I do? Why did I feel the urge to kiss him? Why did I do it? Am I falling for this man? Why did he kiss me back? He is way out of my league. We didn't even say goodbye this morning. Did he just kiss me back because I had kissed him?
But the returning question was:
What on earth do I do now?
He was now all alone walking in a foreign city, feeling totally lost. Not only lost in his thoughts, but also literally.
He had decided to walk the last bit, because he had started to feel sick in the back of the taxi.
He could still taste the vomit in his throat, while walking the unfamiliar streets of Paris. He couldn't calm down his mind and his thoughts only kept coming.
"Max Verstappen!" There was a voice behind him.
"Oh my god! It is really you!" The young man said when Max turned around. "Can I get a photo?"
Not this, not now.
"Sure." He said trying to sound not too displeased.
They took the picture, Max with a fake smile.
After that he excused himself, and the fan respectfully stepped away and said goodbye.
Thank you. Was Max first thought when he was alone again, but soon he had started worrying again.
What would the fans think of me? If they knew I kissed a man. And not just any man, Charles fucking Leclerc. Would they hate me? Would they hate him?
He was meanwhile still trying to find his way on google maps. His thoughts were making it incredibly hard to focus.
Charles is a really good kisser. He smells good. His hair is soft. His body is the most warm I've ever felt. He is really handsome. He is kind. And that accent is godlike. How could he ever want to kiss me?
He had started to doubt everything about himself. His personality, his looks, the things he said and the way he kissed. To the point where his vision was getting blurry.
When he reached the hotel, he sat down on the steps before the entrance. He had felt as if he would faint if he kept going.
He breathed slowly, just like he had done to calm down Charles, the beginning of the day.
"Good night, Mr. Verstappen, Can I take your luggage up for you?" When Max looked up the doorman was standing in front of him.
"Do your thing." He said, slowly standing up to follow the doorman inside, he was still feeling a bit dizzy.
He walked to the front desk to hold onto it.
"Room 492, have a nice stay Mr. Verstappen."
What a fucking coincidence. That room number, like they know. They don't, right?
"If you need anything, just press 117 on the phone."
Max thanked the lady and went up to his room.
Charles had woken up. He had slept around the clock. He grabbed his phone to tell the time 11:57. Then he saw a notification.
1 message from Max Verstappen.
He couldn't have opened it any quicker.
Max: I need to see you. Meet me tomorrow at 13:00, at the Hôtel Plaza Athénée. Room 492.
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SILENT (MV x CL)
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