F1 imagines (x y/n)

He's the love of my life (P3) II Charles Leclerc

A few days had passed since Charles and y/n's last encounter at the pier. Things were weird, they hadn't really spoken, and they hadn't seen each other. To be fair Charles had to travel to the next race but unlike before when every spare second they had they spent face timing each other now their communication consisted of good mornings and goodnight or y/n wishing him good luck before a race. 

For y/n this was a time filled with pure uncertainty, the ball was in his court now. There were two sides to this though, one part of y/n felt liberated for finally letting go of all these secrets, finally being able to tell Charles exactly how she'd been feeling for years. But another part of her wished things would go back to the way they were when Charles knew nothing because despite it only being a few days y/n missed her best friend more than anything and she wished he had never found anything out. 

In reality, she was just scared, scared he'd decide y/n wasn't what he was looking for. 

For Charles, though it wasn't any less complicated or confusing. Charles was extremely distracted when he should really be 100% focused on his racing. He relived all the memories he'd ever shared with you, thinking of all the times he missed the way you looked at him, the comments you might have made to indicate your feeling towards him. But reliving all those memories also made him realize how stupid he had been all these years, how in all these memories you had always been the brightest thing in his life, the person that stood out the most, you'd always been the only person he ever wanted next to him in the good times and in the bad. 

It didn't take Charles long to realize he'd been madly in love with you for as long as he could remember. But now how was he supposed to move on from here? He didn't want to hurt you, he didn't want to scare you away, he wanted to show you he thought about this but also make you realize that he'd always felt the same way but most importantly he just wanted you with him, today, tomorrow, and forever.  

He didn't want to do it over a phone call, no, you deserved more than that, you deserved the world so as much as he wanted to just call you or fly you over to tell you how he felt he knew you deserved more than that. You deserved better than that and he was going to try his best to show you what you meant to him. 

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You were constantly trying to do whatever you could to distract yourself and keep your mind off the one thing that was consuming it. Charles. 

You spent days with Pascale at the hairdresser working and taking extra shifts, she could tell something was up but you loved her so much because she didn't ask, she knew you needed time. And when you weren't with Pascale you spent the rest of the time jogging along the pier, doing groceries, shopping, and cleaning your entire house profusely. Time seemed to slow down and you hated it. 

Charles wasn't gone for that long but it felt like an eternity before the day finally reached that he would be back. That he would come home and it made you feel uneasy. Would he come straight to you? or would he go home first? Would he see you and pretend like nothing ever happened? Or worse did he have an answer, an answer that would either break you or make you the happiest person in the world? It scared you the amount of power Charles held over you because of one simple answer you so desperately wanted. 

Charles would arrive late in the afternoon and so far you'd spent the morning cleaning again, your hands were peeling at this point and you had been picking at your hair to the point you convinced yourself it wouldn't take much longer for you to go bald. So you showered, got changed, and decided to go for a walk around town, once again distracting yourself. 

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Charles POV: 

Everything was finally set up. I had told y/n I'd be arriving late in the afternoon but in reality, I'd flown in right after I had finished all my duties and I'd been in Monaco since morning preparing to finally give y/n an answer, finally confess to her the way I'd felt for so long.