The unknown driver

chapter thirty-one

Amelias POV

It's monday. This weekend we will race in Belgium. I'm happy to race again but I'll also miss spending my whole day with Charles not worrying about anything. Well about one thing I do worry a bit. Yesterday we went swimming on his yacht together since it's the lst weekend before racing starts again. I posted a story of him swimming.
Afterwards we wanted to eat some ice cream so we want back to the harbour.
You can guess who 'randomly' was there too. And even in front of where his yacht stays.
Charlotte.
She said hello to Charles and hugged him before he could even say anything. While she was hugging him she glanced at me.
Charles reacted pretty fast though and pushed her slightly away and gave me his hand. I saw in her face how angry that made her.
She talked with Charles for like five minutes before we finally got rid of her.
I don't want to be mean or something but it's really frustrating when I'm trying to enjoy my day and the ex of my boyfriend casually comes around all the time.
"Amelia everything's okay?", Charles asked me.
"Yes of course are you ready?"
"Yes let's go"
We take our suitcases and go to the car. We put the luggage in the back and get into the car.
Charles and I decided to leave a little earlier for Belgium to enjoy every second together without stress.

Charles POV

A lot of fans were already waiting for us at the airport. They ask for photos and autographs.
I also talk to them a little.
"You and Amelia are such a cute couple", a girl with blonde hair says.
"Aww thank you, she's literally the best", I say as I pull her closer and give her a kiss on the cheek.
"Yeah but him and Charlotte were much better"
I look at the girl who just made that comment. She's looking at Amelia with pure disgust.
"Right. Most likely she snatched him away from her. Disgusting", the girl next to her says.
"You don't know what's going on behind camera and closed doors so don't make assumptions. Charlotte and me broke up almost a year ago and we're not close anymore. Stop talking about my girlfriend like that"
Everyone's silent now. Even the girls that just made these ugly comments get silent.
I look at Amelia and she's almost crying. I know this topic is very serious for her and nothing to make jokes about. I put my arm around her and walk away with her. About two minutes later she starts crying.
"No don't cry Amelia. They have no clue how much I'm in love with you. They're just some bitter girls who don't know how Charlotte really is and how you are."
I take my thumbs and wipe her tears away. I smile at her and then take her in for a big hug. I see the paparazzi out of the corner of my mind so I don't let her go until she stops crying.
We walk out of the airport together and get to the car.
At our hotelroom we unpack our suitcases and go down to the hotelrestaurant for food.
It's self-service. Amelia get's herself a cesars salad and I get myself some pasta.
While eating we laugh a lot and discuss about what we want to do tomorrow.
We decide to go to Lüttich tomorrow and visit some places and museums.
After eating we agree on watching a movie before going to bed.
The movie's called purple hearts.
but we don't get very much of the movie because we fall asleep.

We get up early in the morning and go to the trainstation. We take the train to Lüttich and get there in about forty minutes. Amelia get's out of the train very excited. She even brought her own camera. I bought it for her as a early birthdaypresent since her birthday's on sunday.
She walks around taking pictures of everything. The buildings, the people and a lot of me.
"Move a little bit to the right", she says and I do so.
"Okay now say cheese"
I laugh and she takes the picture.
"Perfect", says she as she looks at the picture on her camera.
I like to see her happy like that. It's facinating how much she enjoys the small moments in life.
We keep walking around and taking photos of everything until we get to a little shop.
It's a souvenir shop.
She immediately walks inside and looks around.
"Let's get these". She holds up a shirt that says: 'I love Belgium'. I look at her questioning.
"Oh and these too". Now she's holding another shirt that says: 'I love Lüttich'.
I laugh.
"Please. They're always going to remind us of this little trip and besides we'll look really good in them and have partner look."
"Okay let's buy them then"
Her eyes light up and we go to the checkout.
After we bought them we get into one of the changing rooms and put them one.
We get out at the same time and laugh at eachother.
Right as we get outside again the people start taking pictures because they recognize us. Maybe also because of the shirts we're wearing.
We ask an older couple to take a picture of us with the camera.
After we talk to them for a bit and they tell us that they're big formula one fans and will also be there on sunday.
Suddenly I feel a tug on my leg. I look down and see a little boy standing there.
"Hey where are your parents?"
I look at him but he says nothing. As I look around I can also see noone. I kneel down onto his height and ask him what his name is.
"You're Charles Leclerc".
Amelia and I laugh.
"Yes I am but who are you?"
"My name's lewis"
"Okay Lewis. Why are you alone? Aren't you with your parents?", Amelia asks him.
"I don't know I saw you and came to say hello but I don't know where my parents are"
"Do you want us to help you search for them?", I ask.
He nods and I take him on to my shoulders. We walk around for about an hour before we hear someone screaming: "Lewis"
I turn around and see a young woman approaching us with a man directly behind her.
I put him down and he runs to his mother.
"Oh thank you", she says looking at us before turning to the little boy.
"Lewis you can't just run away. What did you see this time?"
"Look mom it's Charles Leclerc", he points at me.
She turns her head and looks at us. The parents realise who we are and the man says: "Well that's actually a good reason to run away"
The woman slaps him on the shoulder before getting up and giving us her hand.
"Oh I'm so sorry. Thank you for looking after Lewis. He's just such a big fan."
"Are you here to watch the grand prix?", Amelia asks.
"Yes. We weren't able to get tickets for Silverstone but managed to get some for here. We're all very big formula one fans."
"Glad to hear.", I smile at them.
"I'm Charles by the way and this is Amelia."
"My name's Amy and this is my husband Chuck"
"Pleasure to meet you"
"Come on Lewis we have to go now", Amy says and turns to her son.
"No mom I wan't to stay with them"
"That's not how it works son. Sorry", Chuck says.
"Well actually I got an idea. If you want we can give you paddock passes and he can come visit the garage of Charles and me. Only if you want to", Amelia says.
"That's a joke right?", Chuck asks.
"Oh no she's serious", I say and chuckle.
"We would love too", Amy says.
Amelia exchanges phone numbers before we say good bye and continue our trip.
"Amelia you're so kind hearted you know that?", I say and pull her closer.
"Thank you", she says and smiles.
"I love you"
"I love you too Charles".
We kiss before walking again.
We stop infront of a waffle shop and get some waffles.
"God they're delicious", I say.
She laughs because the chocolate sauce is all over my face.
She gets a napkin and starts cleaning up my mess.
I kiss her.
We smile at eachother and eat up our waffles.

"Do we already have to leave?", she asks me.
"Yes unfortunately we have to but we can visit again next year"
She takes one last picture before we get into the traing and drive back to our hotel.

Amelias POV

I'm looking at some of the pictures since my phone's dead and Charles is sleeping.
I see a photo of him and Lewis and can't help but smile.
Imagine Charles and me with a child. 
I'm not saying that I want children now but in the future for sure.
Right now I want to concentrate on my career a little before getting a child.
But the idea of having one with Charles makes my day.
"Charles wake up. This is our station"
He gets up and we get out of the train.
We walk back to the hotel and get to our room.
I brush my teeth before getting into bed with Charles.
He places a 'good night kiss' on my head before we both fall asleep.