Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'That means no hanging out anywhere but the McLaren paddock. Wouldn't want rumours circulating before the races even start.' He finished.

'You're just jealous and don't want me venturing to a new team and never coming back.' I smiled.

'Who told you my secret?' He chuckled.

I looked over at the boys table, watching as Pierre got up to take his plate back over to the kitchen. Charles looked up at me, his eyes locking mine for a long while, before looking in the direction of Pierre, who was heading back upstairs.

I'll come and find you once Pierre leaves.

I stayed firmly in my seat, petrified to find out what I'd done the night before, leaving him all high and mighty, and me confused and extremely hungover.

Lando decided to stay downstairs with my brother, who sat besides me at the table looking sorry for himself whilst pushing an egg across his plate.

'I'm going to go and get ready. A day of exploring I've got ahead of me.' I teased, looking at the unamused look on Daniels face.

'We'll be at the test centre from 2pm if you need us. Stay out of trouble.' Daniel grumbled, giving my shoulder a squeeze before getting up to let me out.

'Make sure he eats, Lando.' I said, referencing my brother.

'I'm sure if he eats he'll chuck it back up.'

'The getting drunk ban starts now, Daniel. You don't wanna throw up inside of your helmet.' I warned.

He grimaced at the thought and I could've sworn I saw him gag a little, before heading over to the drinks, making himself a coffee.

'Remember what I said, ok?' Lando whispered.

'Yes, I remember.' I rolled my eyes.

'I've heard there's a smashing pool here, go try it out for me.' He said, flashing me a smile.

'I will do.'

I headed to my room, leaving my door open, expecting to just grab my bikini and a towel, before heading down to the pool. However, when I turned to see Charles leaning against the doorway, I almost jumped out of my skin.

'Why are you so surprised to see someone here as if you weren't the one to leave the door wide open?' He questioned.

'Okay, no need to be so observant.' I huffed.

A small smile tug at his lips, as his eyes floated between me and the bikini in my hand.

'I'm going swimming.' I mumbled, feeling extremely sweaty under his gaze.

'I can see that, I'm just wondering why that bikini is in your hand rather than on your body.' He stated.

'I'll get changed when I'm down there.' I shrugged.

'There's nowhere to get changed, love.'

'We're in a top hotel and there's nowhere to get changed by the pool?' I frowned.

'It's criminal, Isn't It?' He asked, tensing his arm as he looked down at his watch.

'I'll get changed here, then.' I shrugged, wanting to play with him as much as he was me.

Something flashed in his eyes, watching me closely as I walked into my bedroom and closed the door, leaving him standing in my living area. I put on the bikini and threw on a coverup.

It was see-through, and essentially did nothing, but it was called a cover up for a reason and so I was going to pretend it did it's job.

I dropped my pair of sliders onto the floor and slid my feet into them, putting a pair of sunglasses on the top my head and looking down at the pool outside.

The weather in Bahrain was always beautiful, averaging 35•c in the summer, but it was looking even nicer today, the palm trees swaying carelessly in the wind as the handful of other guests who could afford this hotel lay by the pool.

I left my room, my phone in my hand, my heart speeding up when I saw Charles was still there, but in a different pair of shorts and holding a towel. He looked up at me, his expression remaining hard, despite his tongue running slowly along his bottom lip as his eyes glazed over my body care free, leaving a hot trail behind him.

'You can't walk through the hotel like that.' He stated.

'I'm wearing a cover up.' I argued.

'That isn't covering anything, love.' He said lazily, and I was sure he hadn't looked at my eyes once throughout this entire conversation.

'Stop calling me that.' I argued.

'Why?' He pushed.

Because it makes it harder to avoid you.

I grabbed my key and my towel, before heading towards the door, pushing him from it and locking it behind us both. I realised at that moment that I was facing away from him, bending down awkwardly to fit the key in the door.

When I looked back at him he had his hand over his mouth, rubbing at his chin softly as if he was thinking, but he wasn't. A smirk sat on his lips, making his action seem so much hotter than it was.

'I'm coming with you.' He stated.

'No, I am going to relax and I can't do that with you around.' I protested.

'Why? Do I make you nervous?' He teased, following me down the stairs.

'No, you make me angry.'

'That can't be true, or you'd not be speaking to me.' He pushed.

'Humouring you.' I stated.

He laughed, almost making me trip down the stairs at the sudden feeling of euphoria his laugh had given me. I wanted him to laugh all the time around me.

The walk to the pool was short, the hot air hitting me the second we left the building. I pulled my sunglasses down my head to cover my eyes, before pulling off my cover up and laying it down on a free lounger.

Charles looked around, I wasn't sure what he was looking for, and the way he was frantically turning made me believe he didn't know either.

'What on earth are you doing?'

'Checking there's no men around.' He shrugged, pulling his own T-shirt over his head.

Now it was my time to stare. He'd removed the fabric from his body so effortlessly, pulling it over his head with one hand and extreme ease. That wasn't what pulled me in, though.

He was perfect. I'd come to the conclusion that under any normal circumstances I'd fall hard for a man like Charles and never ever get back up. But we didn't live under normal circumstances, which is why I allowed myself no more than 5 seconds of staring before pulling my eyes away, pretending to be uninterested.

He'd definitely caught me.