Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'Are you gonna fly on my plane today or are you still giving me the silent treatment?' Charles asked, turning to face me in bed.

It was the first time since we'd decided to take things seriously between us that we'd woken up next to each other. He'd either gotten up early for training, or I'd moved to the sofa so that I didn't disrupt him.

Apart from waking up once in the night to the bed empty, I just assumed that Charles had gone to get a drink.

'I'm torn.' I said, a smile on my face.

'Oh yeah? What'd convince you to fly with me?' He asked, a devilish grin on his lips.

'There's a few things.' I murmured, tangling my fingers in his hair and screaming when he dived down under the covers.

A knock on the door interrupted what was about to be the most blissful moments of my life for sure, and I was disappointed when Charles appeared from under the duvet to answer it, giving me a quick kiss on the lips before heading out into the main room, leaving the bedroom door open.

'Goodmorning mr loud fuck, I'm here to collect my plane princess for the airport.' Lewis said, reaching for my suitcase instinctively.

Charles was stuck on the second part of the sentence, whilst I was on the first.

'What did you just say?' I asked, slowly.

'Don't think we didn't all hear you last night.' He said, pointing his finger at me amusingly.

'Who's all?' I questioned nervously.

'I'm not sure who was drunk or who wasn't so today will be a fun game of who heard you fuck.' He smiled, grabbing my suitcase and pulling it towards the door.

'She's flying with me, mate.' Charles said, his hand clasping around the suitcase, stopping it from moving. 

Both boys froze, and Lewis poked his head around the corner to look at me, as if asking if what he was saying was true. It was never meant to be anything personal, but now that Lewis had told us that everyone had heard what happened last night, I'd rather not fly with my brother.

'I'm gonna go with Lewis today Charles.' I smiled, getting out of bed and beginning to throw the last of my things into my carry on.

Lewis grabbed the suitcase and wheeled it from the room, not another word. The door closed behind him and Charles looked at me with a mix of humor and confusion on his face.

'So?'

'You didn't exactly convince me to fly with you.' I shrugged, watching the struggle on his face as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

'I'm sure Lewis was winding you up. You weren't that loud.' He said, laughing at himself.

'Why didn't you stop me?' I groaned, throwing my mascara back into my makeup bag and zipping it up.

'I was enjoying myself way too much to stop you.' He shrugged, shooting a wink in my direction when he saw me scowling at me.

'Yes but my brother and my bestfriend. That feels weird. I'm gonna avoid them for as long as possible.'

'And that means flying with Pierre Gasly, huh?' He asked, a little spite in his voice.

'Is someone jealous?' I pouted. 

'Now that he's broken up with his girlfriend. A little.' He laughed.

My entire body froze, it was as if someone had poured freezing cold water over my body. We were meant to meet whoever it was that needed help last night.