The Guy Down the Hall- F1

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"Jesus fucking Christ Charles, put away your boobs I don't want to see them" Ilaria said with a laugh as she walked in Charles changing room before the race.

He laughed adorably as well while putting on the racing suit shirt, the camera man and Andrea in the room also chuckling at her behavior.

Ilaria dropped on the couch of the room, watching how Charles spoke to his trainer while he warms up for the race. And although she could see the glint of happiness on his eyes for the upcoming race there still was some sadness behind his light eyes, the smile he had completely fake.

After so many years of being with him, she knows him too well to tell this small changes in him.

Finally Andrea and the camera crew left the room, giving Charles space to get in the mindset before the race but she of course won't leave him alone even with the way he looked at her.

"Charles, what's going on" Softly asked Ilaria as she walks up to him, stroking his hair with love.

Charles closes his eyes before with his own hand he moved away hers, hating himself for the pain that appears in her eyes.

He was sitting down on the made up bed, which gave her a better view of his face since she didn't need to look up at him anymore. "I broke up with my girlfriend"

Oh.

"Is there something wrong with me?" He suddenly asks very angry with himself.

"Why would there b—"

"Because every girl I fall in love with leaves me!" he breathed heavily, his eyes turning to look at her with so much pain Ilaria had to look away for a second. "You left me" he whispers.

"I didn't do it on purpose or because I didn't love you anymore, I needed my space and time" she quickly came to her defense. They rarely fight, but somehow lately they've been against each other's throats.

"Then why did we never... why did we never become a couple again? Why aren't we dating if you didn't stop loving me" he forced himself to speak but it was obvious he was struggling.

"It's different Charles. You have to understand"  Ilaria didn't know what to tell him, he obviously is looking for reasons to be angry and of course blaming her for everything. "Or have you forgotten we broke up too when your father passed away?"

"But we started dating again"

She opted to stay silent, hating the way his eyes bore holes on her face and so she walked away without a look back to him.

"Talk to me when you actually want to talk instead of blaming me for shit" she said with disgust, closing the door behind her with much force.

Anger got the better of her.

During the race she noticed how Charles wasn't performing his best. It was so obvious by the way he wouldn't defend against other cars and she could hear his tired voice and bad replies on the headphones she was
wearing. Ilaria can't help it but blame herself for the bad result he was about to get at the end of the race.

"Five more laps Charles" the engineer spoke to him after utter silence from him.

"C'mon Charles, you can do it" she whispered under her breath watching the tv. It was weird how every once in a while she would appear in the broadcast, awkwardly looking away every time because it fel uncomfortable watching herself.

As one lap had been completed the broadcast showed Max's car trying to get through a McLaren, both battling for second position.

Everything happened in slow motion, the Red Bull lost the steering of the car causing it to crash against the Mclaren. At high speed they both went onto the barrier, utter silence took over the place.