Racing for love

Chapter 9 ~ collision

I woke up in the same place I had the day before. But this time there was no Charles. My eyes were dry from all the crying and I was in his baggy clothes again.

I got up from the bed and put my hair up in a nice bun. I had an idea of where he might be. I put my shoes on and grabbed my phone before leaving his room.

I headed downstairs to the lobby.

I finally found him, leaning against a wall while on his phone.

'Hey chip.' I commented. My voice showing how tired I was.

'Hi Jolie.' He replied, his face lit up when he saw me. He greeted me with a big hug. His arms curling around my head. We were both in hoodies.

I was about to ask if he'd seen Pierre yet but then I answered my own question. I knew he was behind me. I could tell by his footsteps.

Charles still had his hand on my arm, still holding me. Pierre didn't even bother to look. He had given up. What was I going to do.

. . .

Practice 1

I arrived at the paddock soon. I walked in just beside Charles, I could tell that this would be hard. This is what I was wearing

It gave serious work vibes but I loved it.

'How do you think I'll do today ?' Charles asked, as we entered the paddock.

'I think you'll do amazing, and I'll be watching.' I replied with a grin on my face, hiding the fear.

'I'll do good for you.' He let out a small laugh.

'You better.' I laughed back.

. . .

I went to the Ferrari garage with Charles to send him off and to watch the laps from their screens before I had to write out some cards for the race based on practice 1, 2, q1 and the race.

I watched as Charles sat down in his car, he put his helmet on. I wanted to wish him good luck so I went over to the side of the car.

I put my hand on top of his helmet and he looked up at me, removed the visor and looked at me with those gorgeous green eyes.

'Good luck.' I reminded him.

'You still don't believe in me do you ?' I could tell he was smiling as he joked.

'You need luck, especially with that brain.' I laughed. I felt his hand on my arm. He soon drove off onto the track.

I put my headphones on and watched the race while listening to the commentators. Charles was P2, Max was P1 and Pierre was P6.

I watched both Pierre and Charles. Praying that neither of them would do anything stupid because of me. Pierre sped up. Unexpectedly he made it to P3.

I couldn't watch. Pierre and Charles were fighting for P2. Dear god help me.

'Collision between the Ferrari and the Alpha Tauri ! It's Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly both in the wall !' The commentators screamed.

The team all went wild behind me.

I watched the replay and Pierre sped up to go into the back of Charles, he pushed them both off the track and sent both of them into the wall.

They walked back, helmets and visors on although they both stared at each other with hatred.

I had to do something.

Before either of them did.

I ran over to where they would come back to and waited for one of them. By the time I had got there it was too late.

'What the actual fuck Pierre you could have killed both of us !' I heard Charles shout at him.

'What about what you did ! You stole my girlfriend !' Pierre excused.

'Both of you just shut up !' I screamed, coming between both of them. They removed their helmets, balaclavas and earpieces.

'Charles, you are my best friend.' Pierre's eyes widened, he was confused and angry.

'And Pierre, you were my boyfriend and I still love you so much. There's nothing going on between us. So I need you to just stop holding a grudge and stop doing dangerous things like this.' Finally, the truth was out. He knew.

'What do you mean he's your best friend ?' Pierre asked. Stuck on one sentence.

'Pierre. I was born in Monaco. Our mums were best friends and I've known Charles since I was 3 weeks. I moved to Vienna when I was 16 and we lost contact.' I explained.

'You've been hiding this from me this whole time ?' He now turned to Charles. He put his hands together and started to speak.

'Listen mate I'm sorry-' he began.

'I don't want to hear it, I'm going home.' And with that he stormed off.

Me and Charles were left staring at each other. I ignored his gaze and ran after Pierre again.

Charles pov :
I watched as she ran over to him. I hoped that he'd just push her away again so she could come back to my room and sleep in my bed. I didn't like it when she was upset but I loved that she came to me to cry on. I loved holding her in my arms while playing with her hair and listening to her breathing.

She made it to him. She touched his arm. But this time he didn't flinch away.

I felt upset watching this.

He moved round to her. I couldn't tell what they were saying but I could see her mouth moving. I prayed that he'd leave.

I took a deep breath as he leaned down to kiss her. It wasn't a small kiss either. They were back together I presumed. She didn't need me anymore.

I was just her backup plan. Someone to go to when she was upset.

Y/n's pov :
We were back together and it felt great. His taste lasted on my lips. I turned back to see Charles.

Oh no. He was gone.

'Come on let's just go.' Pierre took my hand and lead me to his car. I let him drive me home.

I fell asleep in his room, in his arms.

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Thanks for reading this chapter there's more soon. Have a great day - Y/a