everything has changed ➺ charles leclerc

six - charles

— charles

I WAKE UP WITH A pounding headache to Pierre opening the curtains. I look around my surroundings and realize I'm not at my apartment, or Pierre's, or anyone's apartment really. I'm in a stranger's apartment, nursing the hangover that beats all hangovers.

"Rise and shine cupcake." Pierre almost yells patting me on the back. I toss a pillow directly to his face, irritated at the unnecessary volume of his voice. "Shut up, Pierre. You're too damn loud mate. What time is it?"

"It's like one in the afternoon mate, you've been out for a while." He chuckles, motioning for me to get out of bed so he can fix it. I sit up and immediately feel nauseous, I trip over a large bucket before I get to the bathroom, where I puke last night's adventure out.

"I'm never drinking again." I mumble to myself, propping my body up against the wall, catching my breath. "They all say that." Pierre comes into the bathroom, a comb in hand, ready to fix his hair for the day. "You're too fucking loud, Gasly." I lay my head in my hands, trying to remember how we got to where we are.

"Pierre, where are we?" I ask just before I puke in the toilet once more. Pierre grimaces at me and bends over to rub my back.

"You'll see." He says, as I look up at him in annoyance. I swear if he's brought us to another random chick's house, I'm going to kill him. "By the way mate, brush your teeth and hair before you go out. You look like dog shit." I glare at the frenchman, who simply laughs at me before he walks out of the bathroom. With all my energy, I lift myself up and lean against the sink. I grab a toothbrush and begin brushing my teeth, after which I grab Pierre's comb to smooth out my hair. I splash my face with some water to at least attempt to look fresh.

For the first time since waking up, I squint and take a look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a gray shirt that seems two sizes too small for me, and black sweatpants. I must've changed before I went to bed. Thanks Pierre.

I slowly walk into the room again and put on the pair of RayBans I brought with me to Jimmy'z last night. The sun is too bright, and I'm too hungover to deal with anything right now.

I walk out of the bedroom and decide to explore the apartment. The apartment appears to be quite spacious. There looks to be another bedroom down the hall to my right, and to my left seems to be the living area, where I hear chatter and some very familiar voices. My head still pounding, I make my way to the living space, where I see Pierre speaking to Alex, George, and Daniel. Why are they here?

"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty!" Daniel loudly cheers. I put my hand up as I make my way to the large sofa. "You're too loud Daniel." I groan, body flopping onto the sofa and placing a pillow over my face.

"Someone's hungover." I hear Mick mumble, passing by me. Where the hell am I? Why is Mick here? The last thing I remember from last night is doing body shots with some random girl at the club.

"Here, Charles. I made you my hangover smoothie." Pierre says, removing the pillow from my face and handing me a glass with what appears to be green goo inside. I look at the glass of goo then back at Pierre, who encourages me to drink it.

"I mixed some painkillers into that, so you should feel better in no time." He pats my back as I sit up on the sofa, debating on drinking the death goo or not. Against my better judgement, I drink the green substance quickly, and walk over to the counter top where all of the guys are situated.

"Where the fuck are we?" I ask, looking around the living space and at the guys, who seem to be amused that I don't know where we are.

"Mate, are you serious?" Lando asks, holding in a laugh.