impermissible (Charles Leclerc)

f o r t y

30th July: Belgian GP

Fred nodded "Okay, so both of you are on the way to potential championships so it's in both of your own hands now, you've both got to fight each-other for this place."

"Not that I would've listened if you told me not to fight." I replied laughing at him, so far Hamilton was eleven points ahead of me and Charles was seven.

"I hate this track." Charles acknowledged as we used the simulator to get a feel for the track, I was at a huge disadvantage that I'd obviously never raced at any of the tracks.

"The corners are so tight, what is that all about?" I asked as I swerved into the wall, "Fuck." I groaned as I watched the simulator car crash, putting down the wheel as I sat back and watched Charles.

Soon after Charles had also crashed, "Fred shall not hear of this." I told him as we got up and walked to my drivers room, which we both decided to relax in as we had done reaction tests all morning.

"My mum wants to go out for dinner with you when we get back to Monaco." Charles mentioned as he rubbed his hand down my arm comfortingly.

I looked up at him "Just me? Can't you come with?"

He shook his head "Just you, she wants to get to know you a little better, honestly I don't think she expected us to last this long and she wants to make an effort with you."

"Well yeah, I'm down. I feel like you're so close with my family I should do more to get closer with yours."

He pretends to be baffled "My brothers would literally take you over me any day, don't even."

"Can't blame them though. I'm so fun." I sarcastically spoke and he rolled his eyes, "If you think sleeping twelve hours of the day is fun then you need to think again."

I held my hands up "Just because I like a lie in doesn't mean I'm not fun, granted I used to be a lot funner but those days are behind me now."

"Your dad was telling me last week how you tried to sneak out of the house once by climbing out of the window but it backfired and you fell off the roof." He chuckled picturing it in his head, "Look it seemed reasonable at the time."

He smiled "How are you still so beautiful?"

I rolled my eyes pushing him a little on the arm "Oh shush you, fishing for compliments again?"

"No, just want to compliment you forever."

"Forever?" I raised a brow.

He finished, nodding "Yeah, forever."

"If you're so lucky." I teased, but I will stay as long as he'll have me, because deep down I've never loved anyone like him.

A knock at the door interrupted us "Are you both decent?"

"Jesus what do you think we do in here Fred." I retorted as he opened the door with his eyes screwed shut, afraid of what he'd see.

"I don't have to think about what you do in here, I know. We all hear it. Get in your cars the pair of you." He demanded as he left,  chuckle coming from my lips as we followed behind him.

"Good luck baby." Charles whispered to me as we got into our respective cars, I blew him a kiss from my helmet.

Today I was starting from P3, Charles starting from P2 and I was ready to fight with him. On the track we weren't a couple, merely teammates to the viewers and the staff at Ferrari.

"And they're off! The Belgian Grand Prix is underway as we have the two Ferraris battling it out against Hamilton, this seasons winner still on the cards." The commentators started as we continued to drive, the hardest track of the season for me.

On lap seventeen the three of us had still remained in our starting positions, but a crash from Gasly and Albon had resulted in a safety car being out on the track, slowing things down a little.

"Thirteen DRS is enabled, if you want to go for it you may." Fred told me through the radio, I was closing in on Charles in no time, skimming his wheels closely as I got in front of him.

sorry not sorry.

"How far in front is Hamilton?" I asked as I chased behind him, driving against him really put into perspective how good he was at his job.

"We will let you know as soon as we know." One of the engineers replied.

"That's not good enough guys." I replied a little annoyed, I continued to push the speed as he was becoming closer.

The engineer stated "Thirteen you need to pit on the next lap, the hard tyres will serve you better."

I shook my head "Not now please not now."

As I had absolutely no choice I had resulted to pitting from medium tyres to hard tyres, but as I pulled into the lane the team weren't even ready "Oh my god guys." I sighed as they were still running out whilst I was firmly waiting.

My pit stop was twenty two seconds.

And just as they all secretly wished, Charles was securely ahead of me again. "What the hell was that Fred?" I asked him as I left the pit lane finally.

When they didn't reply to me the rage was just fuelling over, the engineer began rambling through the ear piece but ignored it, pushing myself and the car to the limit, the force against my body making me feel numb, my vision blurred and I can hardly see the cars around me.

And then everything stopped, the impact against my body making me freeze, i feel as though none of my muscles could move as I made contact with the wall, the car practically flipping over the wall.

Someone had crashed into the back of me, forcing me into a wall, or rather over it.

"The team are reporting back no movement as thirteen has crashed, we are waiting to see if a safety car is being deployed or if this race will continue, one of the worst crashes we've seen in a while." The commentator began.