Casseè girl

Chapter 3 ~ The boy from the bar

I often took sips of my drink, while scrolling on my phone. I had already texted my mum. I told her that I was coming home tomorrow morning and I regret coming all this way just to meet such a horrible person.

I was watching videos of my friends with their family's. With their Dads.

I never felt upset that I didn't have a Dad, because I always thought that he'd come back. But yet I was the one to track him down, I was the one to hop on a plane, I was the one that was talking to him and I was the one who got rejected by my own father.

A boy sat down next to me on the stools. He was on the phone and he sounded upset. I couldn't tell though because he was speaking French, which I did know. It's just he was speaking so fast.

'Pas de maman he te dis il m'a poussé hors de la piste.' *i'm telling you mum he pushed me off the track*

He was a tall boy, he had perfect brown fluffy hair, emerald green eyes and muscular arms that sat on the counter.

I put my drink down and crossed my arms, laying my head down on them.

The boy became silent, he put his phone away.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my back. Across my shoulders, 'excuse me.' A heavily accented voice said from beside me.

I lifted my head and realised that it was the boy, the one that had been on the phone. He had his hand on my back. And he was talking to me.

'Are you alright?' He asked. I slowly nodded and he took his hand away.

'I might be a stranger but I can tell that your not okay. You can tell me. I'm not all together myself.' He admit. This was strange.

A complete stranger came over to me, put his hand on my back and is telling me to trust him with my emotions. But he was nice, very good looking and he showed me that he cared.

'It's my Dad. I haven't seen him since I was three, he walked out on me and my mother. But I flew all this way to meet him again and he told me to get out and that he didn't want the life that he left.' I explained. He watched me eagerly as I told him more about how my life was a mess.

'And you then ?' I asked.

He seemed to snap out of a sort of trance, and he realised that it was his turn to talk.

'My girlfriend broke up with me before my laps and then one of my childhood friends pushed me off the track. They ruined my weekend.'
It was only then that I noticed that he was one of the boys that was with Daniel earlier today.

'That's awful. Why would they do that ?' There was something about this boy that excited me, something about him made me feel nice, warm and safe, more than Daniel and Max had.

'Your asking me.' He laughed to himself.

The woman soon flung the boy another drink. 'Care for another ? A sad drink.' He grinned. A perfect smile.

'Why not. Ill have the same again please.' Before I knew it, one sad drink turned into a whole drunk couch therapy session.

I soon learnt that his name was Charles. He was from Monaco and he drove for Ferrari. I felt safe talking to him. Like I had known him my whole life.

I trusted this once stranger with all my secrets.

We were sitting on a couch, sipping at our drinks and laughing at stupid childhood stories.

Soon I realised that we were drunk.

As I giggled away at one of Charles' jokes he offered that he took me back to my room. I agreed as it was late and I needed sleep for my flight tomorrow.

We helped each other back to my room. Us both in tears of laughter as I struggled to put my key through the whole.

When I opened the door I walked in and turned around to face him.

'Goodbye Charles Marc Herve Percival.' I was upset to be leaving him.

'Goodbye Y/n Y/m/n. I'll see you around.' He replied with a sad look on his face.

I went to shut the door when his foot slipped though. 'One last thing Y/n.' He stopped me from interrupting him by putting his finger over my lips.

'Don't leave tomorrow. Let me see you again at one of my races.'

I raised my hand and took his finger away from my mouth. Our fingers intertwined.

'I'll see you at the circuit then.' I smiled at him.

All of a sudden, his hand, which was joined with mine, was placed on my cheek. He pulled my face closer.

I felt his warm breath press against my flaming hot cheeks, I was sure I was blushing. I'm not the type of person to fall for people within one night. I was more of a wait until I am absolutely curtain that I can trust this person even before we hold hands type of person.

But with Charles. None of that matters. Not today anyways. Maybe that's the alcohol talking. But I know when I like someone. And this is real. Charles is real to me.

My lips were soon touched by his, they were soft and sweet. It was quick but it meant something. His thumb waved around my cheek.

'Do you want to come in ? I don't want you walking back to your room this drunk.' I suggested, I never usually did this.

'How dare you call me drunk.' He giggled.

And with that he came inside. He made me a cup of green tea with extra milk, how I liked it. We laid down in bed together and just talked. For hours, until I fell asleep in his arms.

Nothing happened and I was glad but I was so happy to feel this safe. I knew that if I hadn't met Charles, if I hadn't invited him inside. I'd be crying myself to sleep.

In a way I'd be dreading to leave. I haven't made any personal connections but it felt wrong to leave.

Authors notes :
I just wanted to remind you that this is all fake ! Geri and Christian are happily married in real life and there's no problem with them. And I'm sure that Christian Horner is a nice person if you ever meet him, everything I say about him isn't my opinion it's just for story purposes.

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Thanks for reading this chapter. More soon, have a great day x ~ Y/a