After Y/n Wolff moved away to Vienna when she was 16 she lost contact with her best friend Charles Leclerc. 8 years later she goes on to work and follows her dream in becoming a f1 interviewer, along the way she discovers her love for Charles best f...
I woke up in his arms, finally getting used to it again. I kissed his cheek and snuck out of his grasp. I came out from the covers and got dressed into some smart casual clothes.
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I scrolled through my phone and realised that something strange was going on. I had no notifications although I heard my phone buzz a lot last night. I brushed it off and left my room.
I walked down the stairs and out the main entrance praying not to see anyone named Charles Leclerc. I got in my car and drove off to the paddock.
. . .
When I arrived it was quiet, with only a few cars in the car park. I headed in and avoided most contact with anyone I might know, the drivers and fans would begin to arrive soon and I wanted to get all set up just before.
30 mins later
'Hi, Y/n Wolff ?' Asked Sergio appearing behind me. I welcomed him and told him where to stand and what to do.
The camera soon turned on and I asked multiple questions on how he thought he and the team would do today during the race.
'And your teammate Max Verstappen, do you think there will me much competition between the two of you after the last race ?' I thought he'd say stuff about how the strategy's are and the grid places but instead he let out a small laugh and came out with something that made me feel more worried than before.
'Well yes there will always be some rivalry between teammates and other teams but I think the real competition will be between Gasly and Leclerc.' I didn't know that the other drivers thought that of them.
After a while all of the drivers where now at the paddock, preparing for the race.
I went to the Alpha tauri motor home to look for Pierre. I stepped through the doors and felt multiple peoples eyes on me. They were all crew and engenders who mostly knew who I was.
'Hey Mon Chèri, how are you.' Asked Pierre coming closer to me. He placed a kiss on my cheek and his hand slid around one of my hips.
'Good thank you.' I replied kissing his lips lightly. I heard footsteps from behind him.
'Get a room you two.' Joked Yuki, Pierre's teammate and good friend.
'Stop being so jealous.' I giggled back, Yuki and Pierre where very close and fans often joked about shipping them.
He laughed and ran off to the garage.
After a while it was race time so me and Pierre went off to the garage to prepare him for his start. We walked in and Pierre was handed his wheel.
'What does that button do ?' I asked as I had never seen that one before.
'That one operates my oil if I have too much in the tank it gets rid of it.' He told me. I pulled a confused face and he smiled at how I looked.
'Look I'll teach you.' He held it out in front of us while we were standing beside his car. He began to explain what it did before he soon had to go and get dressed into his suit.
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This is actually Pierre @Y/nwolff Caption : showing me the ropes on how his wheel works x @pierregalsy10 Likes : 1.2m Comments : 453.02 Shares : 9528
@daniric03 : did she forget who her dad is ? ^@y/nwolff : did you forget that the wheels are different from when I last saw them ? ^@daniric03 : smart arse @letsgolando : what one were you confused about ? ^@pierregalsy10 : oil lose ^@letsgolando : oh yeah that one still gets me @sergioperez : thanks for the interview today Wolff @x : favourite couple
I watched him bring his car out to the track, he did a few laps and I watched with a smile on my face. He lined up p7.
I put my headphones on and leaned in to watch the screen closely.
The race began and all was going well, Charles was far away from Pierre, he was p1 actually while Pierre made his way slowly up to p5.
'Y/n.' I heard a voice behind me say my name. I spun the chair around to see my dad.
'Hey Dad,' I replied awkwardly.
'Why aren't you in the Mercedes garage ?' He asked, I never really expected him to be upset about who's team I'm with.
'I'm watching Pierre,' I replied, I watched as his face changed.
'I thought that you'd at least be in the Ferrari garage, not the team that's supplied by Red bull.' Oh yeah I forgot about that.
'Like I said I'm here to watch Pierre, not his team or the Ferrari's.' I replied.
'Alright. Oh and before I forget, Charles said he wants to talk to you after the race.'
No. I won't be doing that.
'Okay.' And with that he left.
I knew I couldn't go and see Charles, I wouldn't, I'd been avoiding him for around a week now and for good reason.
I'd just go home straight after my last interview, who I forgot who it's with.
I walked down through the paddock and went to find Lizzie in the cafe. As soon as I walked through the doors and she spotted me she greeted me with a huge hug.
'Hey, I was wondering if you know who I have to speak with later ?' I asked as she moved away. She smiled at me. Why was she acting like this ?
'It's with your handsome boy.' She said.
'Really, it's with Pierre ?' I asked excitedly. She pulled a confused face and tilted her head.
'No the Monegasque boy, Charles Leclerc.' Oh no, this cant be happening. I cant do an interview with him, he'll want to talk with me after and it will be so awkward.
'Wait, my handsome boy ? What do you mean by that.' I was now a little stressed.
'Pierre told Yuki about that fight and what you said about not feeling like Pierre likes you anymore and then Yuki may have told a few people.' What was going on ? I never said that to Pierre. The only person I told that to was...
Charles.
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Next chapter will be much better and exciting. Thanks for reading, have a great day x - y/a
