Charles Leclerc Scenarios/Imagines

Breakdown (in second person)

*This is near enough the same as the last chapter just written in second person instead of first person. There's a few changes/differences too*

Your heart sinks as you watch Charles slide off the track and crash straight into the barriers. There were cameras in the room with you filming so you quickly walk out of the room and to the pit wall, slamming your hand on the table with a huff of frustration. 

"Copy that" an engineer takes off his headset and moves over to different monitors, so you quickly grab the headphones and put them on, holding them to your ears in anticipation.

"Noooooooo!" his scream echoes through your headset, your heart shattering as you listen. More sighs of 'no' ring through your ears as you watch the monitors, his heart rate going through the roof the longer he's in the car. You watch as he angrily climbs out of the cockpit mumbling "Fucking piece of shit" and a few other remarks before walking off. Confused, you place the headset back and walk over to Laurent, head of track area and racing director.

"I don't think he's supposed to walk off like that". Laurent turns around to look at you, shaking his head. "What does he think he's doing" he mumbles annoyed. You shrug your shoulders, disappointment spreading across your face. The monitor flashes to Charles and he's taking off his helmet, jogging towards one of the smaller barriers where a path connects to it. Laurent tells you "Go see what's up with him" and you smile and nod before heading in the direction of the path where all the fans and press are watching.

You start walking down the long path, getting closer and closer to the screams of fans and massive crowds of people who are all running in the same direction. You push your way past a couple of people, apologizing but not looking back. You can hear your heart beating like crazy in your chest.

Charles jumps over the barriers and starts storming past the camera men and journalists, the netflix film crew following closely behind him. You can tell he's got stuff on his mind from the clips they showed back in the paddock but you don't know what and you need to find out quickly.

"Charles?" Your voice is quiet and can only be heard by the few people close to you. "Charles?!" Suddenly all attention is on you as you scan the crowds of ferrari fans and press. "He's not in the mood for fans, he ignored me and barged past me!" A girl probably in her early twenties tells you, clearly not noticing that you work in ferrari and aren't just a fan. "Yeah, I know he didn't mean to but he proper hurt my shoulder" another girl chimes in walking past you.

"Oh...." your face drops. "That's not like him". He's usually happy to see fans, even after a bad race he's never disrespectful towards them let alone physically barging through them. Wherever he's headed must be important. 

Suddenly you notice the giant '16' plastered on his back. Without hesitating you run towards him, telling people to move and moving them out of your pathway as kindly as possible. Charles turns around as you launch yourself into his arms, not caring about a thing in the world other than him. He buries his head in your shoulder as he bursts into sobs, your heart completely shattering for him.

"Hey...." You whisper, your voice filled with worry but also comfort. One of your hands is on the back of his head and your other hand is wrapped around him. He starts shaking so you pull both of you to the floor, kneeling down on the concrete in front of him.

You grab his hands and put them on his knees, prying his helmet out of his grip and putting it next to you. Gently caressing his knuckles with your thumbs, you lean into him so you can speak without being heard, worried about everyone filming "It's ok baby, you're ok" you speak with reassurance.

You turn to look over your shoulders and notice that there's at least 10 cameras filming you both. "Can you stop filming please?" You plead, but people just look at each other contemplating whether or not they should stop. "For fuck sake can't you see he's not ok! Turn the cameras off and stop filming him!" Your raise your voice and basically shout at everyone. 

You turn back to look at Charles and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close to you. "Just breathe baby, I'm here" you whisper against his neck. After a couple minutes of calming down he looks up at you with his tear-stained face.

"y/n?" he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist forcing you to look directly at him. "mhm?"  You tilt your head to the side. "Do you need something?". His hands caress your waist and you can't help but notice phones popping up, fans recording and taking pictures too. 

He shakes his head as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, before gently hugging your waist again. "I only need you".

Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to write this chapter I've been super busy with June mock exams coming up and my school making it a big deal for whatever reason haha.

  I just wondered if you prefer reading chapters in first/third person (I, me, we, us, he, his - the last chapter) or second/third person (you, your, he, his - this chapter). 

Also, would you guys like a Breakdown Aftermath chapter? Like what happens in the interviews after or are you not bothered? Please let me know for future chapters!! 

-Char