Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
That made me smile. It was such a long time ago that I was ready to get over what happened with Pierre. He was new to the sport and lapping up all of the attention. It wasn't an excuse I'd made up for him, but I'd come to a peace with myself over it.

'Thank you, Pierre.'

'I don't deserve a thanks at all. I just couldn't sleep knowing what you thought of me.' He responded, reaching out for my hand.

I let him take it, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

'We we're young, Pierre. It wasn't love, we both made mistakes and it just so happened ours ended up being public.' I reassured him.

I could see Charles and Daniel speaking on the other side of the club, staring at us as they spoke covertly, covering their mouths. I knew, give it 15 seconds, one of them would be over to pull me away.

'I'll never forgive myself.'

'But you've learned, and that's all I could ever ask of you.' I smiled.

He stood up, and I did too, letting him pull me into a hug. He rocked us back and forth for a few seconds, and I knew he'd needed that.

I could see Charles heading towards us over Pierre's shoulder, and I glared at him, begging him to stay away. I knew Daniel had sent Charles, to try and diffuse any tension without starting another argument, like Daniel seemed to do.

'I need to speak to Mia, Pierre.' Charles said, almost a little too bluntly, holding his hand out for me to take.

Pierre nodded, giving me one last squeeze before letting me go.

'I'm really glad that we're okay. I've missed having you around.'

'You too, Pierre, really, I have.' I said, sincerely.

I had missed the friends we had been before we took the risk. Charles clearly didn't take it that way, looking at my brother and shaking his head, scowling in the direction that Pierre had gone.

'I told you I'd get you a new necklace, you didn't need to fuck Pierre to get another one.' He sighed.

'We made up. It's in the past, and it's over.' I said, crossing my arms.

'It's absolutely not over, Not for your brother.'

I clasped my mouth firmly closed, to stop me from arguing with Charles or my brother on the way out of the club. Daniel walked us to the door, Charles insisted on driving me to the hotel. Danny wanted to stay longer, and Charles didn't like clubbing, or so he said.

'I'll come in and check on you when I'm back.' Danny called, waving his arm at me.

I shook my head, knowing he'd barely make it to his own room before passing out. My brother wasn't the worst drinker I knew. For example, alcohol turned Lando into some sort of invincible superhuman, and made Yuki throw up. But Daniel was just a super lightweight.

Charles opened his passenger side door for me, allowing me to get in before closing it behind me. All of the boys were rich enough to have drivers, but most of them chose to drive themselves whilst travelling, just to keep themselves sharp.

'Do you need anything before we go back to the hotel?' Charles asked.

I shook my head, closing my eyes and feeling the movement of the car, not wanting to look out of fear I'd throw up. I'd not drank a lot, but mixing alcohol was both mine and my stomachs worst nightmare.

We arrived back 10 minutes later, listening to the faint noise of music on our drive. We were silent, but it was comfortable, maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe it was just Charles.

'Wait there, let me come round.' He said, taking his keys from the ignition and getting out of his side, walking around to help me out.

'I really fancy some chips.' I grumbled, starting to feel hungry.

He glared at me.

'I asked you if you needed anything.' He said.

'I don't need them, I just want them.' I protested.

He looked at me and then my hotel door, which just so happened to be right next to his.

'I'll order them for you and then bring them in when they arrive.' He sighed.

'Thank you.' I smiled, passing him my key so he could open my door.

He hesitated, not sure if he should follow me in or not, waiting in the doorway.

'I'm not gonna bite.' I laughed, becoming him in.

'Biting isn't what I'm scared of.' He responded, something threateningly interesting in his voice.

'Oh? What is it you're scared of?' I questioned.

'Not being able to control myself around you.'

I swallowed a lump in my throat, turning away from him to take off my coat and to hide my reddening cheeks.

'I've ordered you some food, it'll be up here soon.' He said, getting my attention again.

'Thanks.'

'I'll uh- I'll see you tomorrow?' He asked.

'Oh. You're not staying?' I frowned.

'That's not normally how my nights go, no.' He responded, teasingly.

'I meant for the food, asshole.' I laughed.

'I can, if you want?' He said, more as a question.

'I could do with the company.' I smiled, taking a seat on the sofa in my suite and turning on the tv, tapping the spot besides me for him to sit.

'Don't you have many friends back home?' He frowned.

'I do. But they're back home, I'm sure they're busy.' I shrugged.

'You plan on flying any out?' He questioned.

'Maybe a few.' I smiled, thinking to my friendship group at home. I did miss them.

We sat in a comfortable silence, and i didn't realised I'd fallen asleep until Charles grabbed me softly by the arms and shook me awake.

'Your food arrived, I didn't want it to go cold.' He whispered.

'I'm gonna eat it in the morning.' I mumbled.

'It'll be gross.'

'I'm tired.' I yawned.

'Mia.'

'Charles. Leave before I shove those chips down your throat.' I gagged, holding my mouth, the thought of food making me suddenly nauseous.

'Okay, okay, let's get you to bed.' He responded, helping me up from the sofa and walking me into my room.

I took off my heels but barely bothered with my outfit, climbing into bed and letting myself look over him for a few seconds before closing my eyes. My brother was lucky to be racing against good guys. I couldn't imagine if Charles was an idiot.