Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mia's POV:
'Can I get you guys anything to drink?' She asked, not even acknowledging me.

'I'll have a water, please.' I said.

She ignored me, repeating Lando and George's requests, and not mine. Charles cleared his throat just as she was about to walk away.

'Yes?'

'A water.' He said, firmer this time.

'I- yes, of course.' She said, a defeated look spreading across her face as she walked away.

We'd all figured it out now, and the flight was seemingly getting even more awkward the more time we spent on the plane.

'You really do need to learn to keep it in your pants Leclerc.' George muttered.

'I didn't sleep with her.' He insisted.

'I'm not sure what's worse.' Daniel groaned, waking up and turning over to face us.

'I hope you've taught Mia that not all drivers are dickheads, right?' George laughed.

'Well, I did. And then she dated one, so.' Daniel laughed, his face dropping when he realised what he'd said.

Great.

All eyes were on me, besides Lando's, who clearly already knew that I'd dated a driver.

'Fuck, who?' George persisted.

'I uh, I mean you know him so like I don't want to make it awkward.' I began.

'It's Pierre.' Charles said, his eyes locked on mine.

He had figured it out himself.

'It makes sense now.' George muttered.

'Look, we don't need to mention it. It was years ago, it ended badly. Just pretend It never happened.' Lando begun.

'Badly?' George asked, looking between us both.

'From his end.' Daniel snuck in.

'Look, we won't push.' George assured me.

I felt it was the perfect time to give the boys the rest of the story whilst also letting my brother know about my conversation with Pierre the day before.

'He cheated on me, in our hotel room, whilst I was at my uncles grave on his anniversary.' I said, as carefully as possible.

Daniel's head shot up, looking at Lando, who shrugged. The look on Charles's face shifted from monotone to something slightly different.

'He cheated?' Charles asked, as if pushing for more.

'Quite a bit, seemingly.' I said, staring at the floor.

'Did you know? At the time?' George asked.

'No. I broke up with him because I'd seen photos and articles of him with other girls. All he wanted to do when he joined was drink and party and it fucked with me. He text me last night.' I responded.

'He text you? That is low.' Lando said under his breath.

'But it's okay, I'm okay.' I smiled, taking a heavy breath and picking up my glass of water from the table, having a sip.

Charles got up from his seat, walking out to the other cabin and coming back with a large bucket of tangfastics. I smiled, not only at the gesture, but the fact a singular packet wasn't enough.

'You didn't need to get me that many.' I laughed, taking a photo of the gigantic tub before I opened it.

'This way we don't need to get you any more for a while.' He responded, letting a smile slip onto his lips.

'Where's my snacks?' George teased.

'Yeah, Charles, did you get me anything?' Daniel pouted.

'You didn't ask.' He shrugged, sitting back down opposite me and getting comfortable again.

Lando lent forwards and grabbed one of the sweets he knew I didn't like, dropping it into his mouth, with a cocky smile on his face.

'They're not for you, asswipe.' George joked.

'She doesn't like these ones.' Lando said, rolling his eyes as he picked up another white backed sweet.

I put the lid back on, looking out of the window and down at the sea.

'How long left?' I quizzed anyone who was listening to me.

'It's been an hour, angel.' Daniel chuckled.

'I'm going to try and sleep.' I yawned, being thrown back into tiredness as I remembered how I was awoken a few hours earlier.

'There's a few beds at the back of the plane, I'll show you where they are.' Charles offered, standing up and signalling for me to walk infront of him.

'See you in a bit, Mia.' Daniel smiled, closing his eyes and leaning back in his own chair.

'I can just sleep here, I'm sure. Daniels managing it.' I insisted, following Charles to the back of the plane.

I felt uncomfortable, this is where he'd just come from with the flight attendant. One of the beds were slightly ruffled, and I grimaced, despite him insisting he'd not slept with her. He looked over at it, laughing awkwardly, before turning my attention to the other bed.

'The controller for the door is here, if you want it higher, you just press this button. If you need service, it's this one.' He said, showing me the two options.

'I bet you press that one a lot.' I teased, looking over at the creased bed.

'It's not what you think.' He sighed, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

'Isn't it? You're a driver, isn't that what you all do?' I asked.

'Only the shit ones.' He responded, leaning over me to pull the window cover down.

My body stilled, at the sight of him hovering over me like that. He looked down, flashing me a cheeky smile, not moving from where he was. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how good looking he was too.

I wasn't sure if that was a turn on or a turn off.

'We'll, I'm gonna get some sleep.' I yawned, trying to make myself look sleepier than I really was.

'I might, too.' He responded.

'Ok well, you sleep in your sex bed.' I motioned, turning away from him.

It was silent for a moment, before I felt his warm fingers running their way along my neck. I froze, closing my eyes and trying to pretend he wasn't there. His hand found the chain around my neck, and he pulled at it, spinning it around so that the rose was facing him.

'Why are you wearing this?'

'I can't be seen to look like an arsehole. He got me a present, I can't just not wear it.' I whispered.

'I could get you a better one.' He grumbled, pulling it off, watching as it snapped around my neck.

'Charles!'

'It clearly wasn't that good of a necklace to snap first try.' He shrugged, little to no care as he dropped it on the floor.

'What do I say when he asks why I'm not wearing it?' I asked, turning to face him.

He looked down at me, pushing a hair behind my ear and letting his hand linger for just a moment before pulling it away.

'You tell him that you can't be won with a fucking necklace. And that I'm going to get you a nicer one.' He said, getting up and climbing into the bed next to me, flicking away his shoes.