Racing for love

Chapter 1 ~ past

Y/n is 16 and Charles is 17. They have been given the Leclerc's family boat for the day and they're out in the ocean with the beautiful view of Monaco during the summer afternoon of 2015.

Y/n's pov :

'Char !' I yelled from the large sofa on the yacht. No reply.

'Chip!' I shouted his nickname that only I called him.

'Charles !' I called again.

This time I heard his voice from the top deck as he steered the boat around to anchor it.

'What is it Y/n ?' He asked.

I stepped out from the glass doors at the back of the boat.

'i need to talk to you, meet me in the bedroom after you put the anchor down ?' I suggested.

'yeah, no problem.' He huffed as the anchor dropped into the water.

I walked back inside and headed through the doors of the bedroom on the boat. I laid down on the bed and played on my phone as I waited for him to come in.

I heard footsteps outside and quickly turned to face the door, now laying on my side.

'what's up ?' He asked laying down next to me,

'I need to tell you something.' My voice croaked.

He was facing me, i stared into his beautiful green eyes, he could tell something was wrong. He read me like a book.

'What's wrong jolie [pretty] ?'

His hand crept over to my cheek, his thumb played around with the strands of hair that fell onto my face. I looked up at him again. I opened my mouth to speak. My eyes filling up with tears.

'Come here.' He softly said putting his arm under mine, stretching his hand across my back, pulling me close to him.

I cuddled up into him and lay my head on his chest. I slowly built up the courage to speak.

'My dads making me move to Vienna.' I whispered as a tear dropped down my face.

His shirt absorbed it quickly. He took a silent moment to process what I'd said. His hand stopped moving across my back and he took a deep breath in.

'I'll come with you.' He blurted out.

'Charles you can't leave your family.'

He sat up right to face me, legs crossed. 'I can't leave you y/n.' He became upset, his warm hand brushed my leg.

'Charles please don't make this harder than it already is.' I begged, crying as i spoke. My own words hurt me to say, Charles was my best friend for years, since we were young, i loved him and couldn't leave him.

'I'm the one that's loosing you.'

'What ?' I sat up, opposite to him and adjusted my position.

'You don't need to move Y/n, stay here with me and my family if you have to, just please don't leave.' He began to cry to. We where both so alike.

'Charles I have no choice.'

He stayed quiet for a moment.

'Trust me if it was my choice I'd stay here with you forever okay ?' He stood up from the side of the bed, now angry.

'Do you even know how to speak German ? Do you even have a reason to move there ? Do you know how far away from me you'll be ?' His voice echoed in my head.

'You know I can speak German Charles ! My family live there ! My dad was born there!' I screamed back at him.

'You weren't though ! YOU where born here !  You belong here ! You live here and I can't live here without you what can't you understand
Y/n !' He yelled. Tears began flowing down his face.