LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

EIGHTEEN

EIGHTEEN

Charles Leclerc woke up in the middle of the night to a scream coming from the room next to his in the hotel.

His sleepy figure climbed out from his warm bed, his hands rubbing at the sleep in his eyes as he checked the time on his phone and seeing that it was only three in the morning.

He was only in his boxers, so he grabbed a grey pair of sweatpants and pulled them on quickly before he opened his hotel room door, seeing nobody around. He wasn't even bothered if he was without a shirt, he just wanted to make sure that the person who screamed was safe.

His knuckles lightly tapped on the hotel door, as he heard shuffling sounds heading towards the door. The door was pulled open slowly to see an exhausted looking Larissa Cohen rubbing at her eyes.

"Ma princesse, are you okay? I heard you scream." Charles spoke quietly in the hope that his voice was not too loud.

"Coração, I'm okay. I just had another nightmare, nothing to worry about." She smiled tiredly, seeing his face soften.

"Another? These happen often?" The Monégasque frowned in worry for the Cohen girl. His hands were by his side, shaking slightly with anticipation as he worried for her.

"About three or four times a week. It's no big deal, I'm okay, you can go back to sleep, and I'm sorry for waking you." Larissa apologised as she released a yawn as she brought her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Ma princesse, you do not ever need to apologise to me, I care about you and I'd happily be woken up by you." Charles smiled sleepily at the Brazilian, watching as she seemed to ponder on something in her mind for a second, until she pulled the door open wider.

"Want to watch a movie with me until one of us falls asleep?" Larissa smiled softly as him, the exhaustion evident on her face as she looked at him.

Charles' heart began to beat faster at the invitation, gulping rapidly before nodding his head. He stepped in to her hotel room cautiously, before he felt her small hand intertwine with his own making his cheeks flush pink.

She climbed on top of the sheets of her hotel bed and smiled as the Leclerc boy followed suit. They laid down beside each other, on top of the sheets before they clicked on a movie of Charles' choice on the smart TV and settled down for the movie.

"I can't believe you like, 'the fault in our stars', I expected something completely different." Larissa spoke quietly as Charles chuckled to himself.

"It's a good movie." Charles whispered quietly.

He watched as she turned to face him, her soft brown eyes staring at him as he tried to watch the movie, but with a beautiful brunette watching him, which he could see in the corner of his eye, he forgot all about the movie and was focused purely on the beautiful princess in front of him.

He noticed how her eyes seem to sparkle, and often gave her a look of a Disney princess, with a look of innocence that he thought suited her perfectly. Her hair seemed to sprawl out all across the pillow, and to him it made her look magical.

Larissa to him was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen and it upset him whenever he saw her sad, or crying or in pain, because he knew that she did not deserve it. All he wanted was for her to be happy. Even if it wasn't with him.

He used to have a crush on her when they were racing against each other as teenagers, but he never built up the courage to speak to her or approach her since he was so nervous because she was always surrounded by super famous drivers, even though he didn't know who her father was, it did make sense.