LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FIFTY FOUR

FIFTY FOUR

Charles Leclerc was running.

His feet were pounding on the asphalt as he ran as fast as he possibly could, heavy breaths exiting his lips, eyes wide in both fear and anticipation.

His heart was pounding rapidly in his chest, beating so hard that he genuinely thought that it could burst out of his chest at any moment. His lips were dry as was his throat since he had no idea if he was going to get what he wanted deep within his heart.

His friend, Pierre, watched as he ran past him in a hurry, raising one of his eyebrows in confusion until he noticed where it was that the Monégasque was going, his face twisting in to a satisfied smirk.

The Leclerc boy was frantic as he entered the garage that he needed to be in, his eyes searching all of his surroundings to find the face that he needed to see.

His eyes locked with the brown eyes of the team principal of the garage, making his body fill with even more fear since he was terrified that he was going to be told that he couldn't be in their garage.

Instead, the tall Austrian man motioned his head towards a driver trailer that was for his newest driver, giving the boy a small nod of his head before walking away to go back to his office, placing his phone back in his pocket after seeing the text message that he had recieved from the trainer of the driver that the boy was looking for.

Charles didn't hesitate to run in to the trailer, incredibly grateful that it was unlocked and open, and found two figures curled up beside one another tightly.

One of the figures was running their fingers through the others hair, but upon glancing up and seeing the Ferrari driver, pulled away and stood to his feet.

"I'll leave the both of you to it."

Lewis Hamilton spoke gently, a small smile on his face as he stared at his sister, leaning down briefly to press a soft kiss to her temple.

As he left, he raised one of his eyebrows at the Leclerc boy and gave him a look which was full of a seriousness.

"Don't mess it up."

Charles nodded his head up and down multiple times in quick succession, almost making himself go dizzy from the gesture.

Once the Hamilton man had left the trailer, he rushed forwards and collapsed on to his knees, grabbing the others hands to hold them with his own, squeezing them tightly.

Larissa Cohen slowly lifted her teary eyes to meet the chocolate brown of the Monégasque, seeing him giving her a gentle smile which was full of an emotion that she did now understand.

"Charlie, I-"

Charles shook his head from side to side, gently lifting one of his hands so that he could press his finger to her soft lips for a moment, seeing her nod her head once in understanding.

"I'm sorry." Charles uttered, wondering how to start what it was that he wanted to say.

Larissa immediately furrowed her eyebrows together, attempting to open her mouth to question him but stopped when he once again shook his head.

"I'm sorry that I didn't understand." Charles spoke, using his hand to cup her soft, tear stained cheek. "I'm sorry that I didn't get what you were trying to tell me. I'm sorry that I walked away from you when I should have stayed and let you speak."

"I'm not going anywhere, ma princesse. I don't want to go anywhere, except wherever you are. I know that you have nightmares, and I want to be there every single time that you have them so that I can comfort you. I want to be the first person that you think of when you wake up, the last person that you think of when you fall asleep and I want to be the one to wake up beside you. I want to help you when you have bad days, and I want to be with you when you have good days. I want to grow old with you and be put in a care home with you. I want to be with you and by your side for the rest of our lives. I am so hopelessly in love with you that I can't imagine my life without you in it and I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, if you'll have me that is?"