Paris's alarm went off at 3am. It was still dark outside in Azerbaijan but she had a flight to catch back to Monaco, realising she still had a job to do when she got back.
She sighed as she picked up her phone from the bedside table and decided to give her best friend Bianca a ring, knowing she'd always pick up the phone.
"What time do you call this?!" Questions Bianca in an annoyed sleepy voice. "Sorry B, it's just I need to catch you up on everything." Replies Paris with a soft chuckle. "Omg tell me!!" Answers Bianca as she starts to wake up and listens to Paris.
During her face time call, she was getting herself ready for the flight. To her, the most appropriate outfit was her light blue Nike tracksuit with white air forces to go with it.
After many attempts, she also managed to fit everything back into her suitcase and zipped it up as she got her room keys and walked out of the door making sure she had gotten everything.
Paris put her right AirPod in and listened to her favourite playlist while taking the lift into the hotel lobby. Her eyes were glued to her phone as she checked her music Instagram, where she would post videos of her either singing or playing piano. Her eyes opened wide as she saw how many likes her recent video had. 1.3 million Instagram likes.
Now that was a lot.
She came out of the lift and saw Pierre, Carlos and Charles all waiting for her in the lobby. "Hey boys." She says with a smile. "Hey Paris! Why are you so happy at 4 am?" Asks Carlos with one of his eyebrows raised in confusion. "No reason." She says still with a smile as Charles looks at her, admiring how lovely she looked In absolutely everything.
The four of them got to the airport and went through check in and security smoothly, soon they made there way onto Charles's private jet. Paris and Charles sat next to each-other and Pierre and Carlos sat in-front of them together as well.
Paris and Charles sit down and did up their seatbelts as they get comfy next to each other. "So why are you really happy then?" he asks as she looks over to him. "Well.. one of my Instagram reels went viral of me singing and playing the piano... 1.3 million likes." She says trying to hide her smile. He stares at her in shock and smiled giving her a soft hug. "Im so happy for you." He says smiling at her. "Thank you charles. I appreciate it." She replies. "You deserve it, your really talented." He continues as he places his arm around her.
2 hours later, they landed back in Monaco safely. After going thought passport control and collecting their luggage Charles looks at Paris. "What are you doing for the rest of the day?" He asks her as they both wheel their luggage out of the airport. "Well I've got work tonight so probably need to practise before that." She says as they look into each others eyes. He nods and smiles. "How are you getting to your place?" He asks as they approach is car. "Probably will call an Uber." She says. "I'll give you a ride." He replies already placing her case into the boot of his black Ferrari.
They pull up outside her apartment complex. As she takes a seatbelt off she sees Charles getting out and opening the car door for her. "Thank you Charles." She says with a smile as he offers his hand to help her out. "Your welcome." He replies as he gets her suitcase out of the boot.
"Well Charles thank you for this amazing weekend, it couldn't have been better." She says as getting her keys out of her bag. "Your welcome. When will I see you again?" He asks looking into her eyes. "I'm not sure.. soon." She says with a soft smile. He hugs her tightly and she sinks into his arms. He gives her a kiss on her forehead before letting her go inside her apartment.
He watches her walk in and sighs when she isn't visible from where he is standing. Getting into his car, he gets an idea. He quickly finds Pierre's number and calls him. "Pierre, do you remember the name of the Bar that Paris works in?" He asks him. "Of course I do mate." He replies and Charles smiles to himself as he drives back to his house.
A few hours pass as Paris is in her bathroom getting ready for her shift at work. She puts her speaker on and turns it up listening to it's Friday then, it's Saturday, Sunday what? And singing to it as much as she could while she curled her beautiful blonde silk hair.
After, she walked over to her wardrobe and tried to pick out something to wear for the evening. She decided to wear a silk white maxi dress she bought form Channel the other week. It was very short and the straps were very thin.
She went back into the bathroom and touched up her lipgloss and mascara before grabbing her purse and music sheets and leaving the house.
She arrived at work, this time a couple of minutes early. She looked over to the bar and saw her boss standing there with a slightly impressed look. She nods to him and walks over to the grand piano placing her music sheets onto the stand.
She quickly looks at the time on her phone and sees it's time for her to start playing.
She starts off her evening with playing a famous piece called Experience by Ludovico Eunadi followed by other beautiful pieces.
As she played, the beautiful sun was setting causing golden rays to lay across her face as she played. She then heard a familiar voice enter the Bar. She turns around to look for a moment and sees Charles walk in with Pierre. She quickly turns back to her music and continues playing trying not to get distracted by the fact Charles Leclerc was literally here in the same place as she was. Again.
Charles and Pierre sat down at the closest possible table to Paris playing. He couldn't help but smile, she was beautiful like always. Once she finished, he clapped and cheered for her, she stood up and walked over to both of them. "What are you both doing here?" She says in shock. "We were in the area." Says Charles with a Cheeky smile. Paris playfully hits him and gives him a hug. "Thank you for coming." She said to him in his ear. "Your welcome, you were extraordinary." He says as they release from the hug.
"So can we get some drinks or not?" Say Pierre. "Bring it on Pierre. But let's find somewhere else, my boss is probably watching me and he already doesn't like me." She says as the three of them get up and leave.
As the walk out, Paris goes on her phone and suddenly realises she left her bag. "Shoot sorry guys I need to go back I forgot my bag." He says as she starts to walk back the other way. "I got it." Says Charles carrying it in his hand. "Awh thank you." She says trying to reach to grab it. "No it's heavy, let me carry it." He says putting it further away from her reach. She sighs and let's him carry her purse as they walk to a local nightclub in Monaco.
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J'adoré // Charles Leclerc
RomanceParis Sauveterre, a Monégesque girl at the age of 23 working at different bars each week as a professional pianist. One evening a group of f1 drivers come for drinks after the Monaco Grand Prix and someone catches her eye. Charles Leclerc.