Y/n Y/l/n age 20 is Arthur Leclerc's best friend and has been ever since they met in Monaco at a dinner party with their families when they were 7. Charles Leclerc, Arthur's older brother has never really shown an interest in you until you finally m...
The next morning you wake up to the smell of freshly cooked bacon. You burst out the bedroom and run down the corridor to Charles cooking and Arthur sitting on his phone. "Morning y/n-why on earth are you wearing Charles's shirt!" "Well when I got here last night she had nothing to wear for bed so I gave her one of my shirts" "mhmm ok" Arthur looks back at his phone slightly flustered, you walk over to him and sit on the arm of the couch "not jealous are you Arthur!" You say jokingly while nudging him. "No of course not!" Arthur laughs. You walk over to the kitchen to get a drink and notice Charles looking you up and down while smirking. You glare at him and slightly slap his arm. "I don't have any clothes with me, Erm Arthur can I borrow some of your shorts or something" "yeah just go in my room and find something" "thanks mate you're a life saver" you say while gliding off to Arthur's room. You wear this⇩⇩⇩⇩
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You walk out of Arthur's room having changed. You walk out to the kitchen "wow y/n you actually managed to survive on my clothes!" "Hah just so you know Arthur your not getting these shorts or hoodie back" you say while laughing. "F*ck!" Charles yelps you run over to see Charles covered in hot oil from the bacon pan. "Oh my god Charles, take your shirt of now!" "What happened, Charles are you ok" Arthur's questions. "Arthur do you have ice if so get me tons of it in plastic bags!" Charles pulls his shirt of and you force him to sit down while inspecting his burns. Arthur runs over with the ice and hands it to you. You gently place the ice on Charles's stomach. He grits his teeth "Y/n ow!" "Well why did you spill oil on yourself then!" You sit nursing Charles until his burns are soothed, at this point Charles has had multiple doses of pain meds and is a bit out of it. "Y/n why don't you move in here?" Charles says slurred. "I mean it would be cool y/n" Arthur butts in. "I mean I guess but I need to tell my parents and get all my clothes and stuff shipped over, it's a good hop I just finished collage or I wouldn't be here right now"
Sry for the short chapter just a bit tired I will try to post another tmrw xx
