F1 imagines x yn

Charles Leclerc

A look through the crease of the semi open bedroom door had Charles confirming his suspicions; his fiancée, (y/n), was sitting on the bed, dressed in an elegant evening dress, heels and make up done with her head in her hands. She looked up at him as soon as she heard the freak of the bedroom door opening further. Charles let out an inaudible sigh as the signs of distress was clearly shown on her facial expression and eyes.

He took a few step towards the bed until he was standing in front of you. He removed your hands from your face and pulled you up - his figure still towering over you despite the heels on your feet. You stood still, remaining unmoving until Charles put his finger under your chin and lightly pushed it up to look at you. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a look as to say, 'I know somethings wrong so tell me please'.

You let out a loud sigh before removing your hand from his and stepping around him to look at yourself in the full-length mirror. Charles stepped behind you staying silent, observing your behavior. You tried giving yourself a pep talk to get ready for the big and very important evening that laid ahead, not even noticing the look that Charles gave you. Finally noticing that you were not about to say anything, whatsoever, Charles spoke up.

"Mon amour, what's wrong? You've been so out of it the whole day", Charles questioned. You took a deep breath, contemplating whether you should tell him the truth or not. With a split second decision, you decided to tell him the truth, seeing no point in lying.

"I'm just nervous", you said softly, letting out a breath.

Charles embraced in a hug from behind. He rested his chin in the crook of your neck and let out a soft chuckle. He had always found it admirable how you could nervous and stressed about most things in life, despite your name and authority over your employees.

"Don't worry, amour. You are the CEO and if your employees say anything stupid you can just fire them", he joked, lightheartedly - letting out a giggle.

Charles knew you didn't like to take advantage of your authority over others; he was just trying to put you more at ease. However, his efforts were in vain. You turned away from him, escaping his grasp for the second time that night. You started pacing the length of the room - words spilling out of your mouth as you started venting.

"It's not just my employees, Charles. There are going to be a ton of my most important clients and my biggest investors and partners, so I can't mess this up. If I do there's a potential of losing them", you spewed out in a panic, the words falling from your mouth without a thought.

Your boyfriend lightly shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't think of a reason that you could be so nervous. You were only going to give a speech and then you have to converse with investors, clients and potential clients; a normal occurrence for you. What makes this time any different?

"Baby, listen", Charles said softy, putting your endless pacing to halt. "You are gonna be amazing. You have done this all before. And as for your clients, they won't leave. You own the top investment company in the whole of Europe, if not further!" Charles continued.

A faint smile made an appearance on your face, the nerves and worries slowly starting to fade. You could always count on Charles to put you at ease and make you feel better. Charles noticing the shift in your mood, smiled down at you and took your hands in his. He brought your hands up to his lips, giving each if them a kiss.

"Now let's get going, before we are late to your own gala", said as he lowered your hands from his lips.

You raised your eyebrows in agreement before getting your clutch, with your phone and lipstick in it, then following Charles out of the bedroom. He waited for you at the front door before locking up and walking to the car to open the door for you. You thanked him with a kiss in the cheek before getting in the car. Charles got to the drivers side of the car before starting the engine of his Ferrari.