𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍, 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, charles leclerc

╰┈➤ ❝𝟎𝟎𝟖. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐓.𝟐❞

𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 in the fresh smell of Charles' bedsheets. Carlos asked me to sleep in Charles' hotel room since Isa was still over. Charles' spot on the bed was already empty. I sit up, a huge smile spreading across my face as I remember what happened yesterday. I can't believe I'm world champion, and the whole world knows my face now. I can walk around free. 

"Good morning, my favourite world champion." A french accent breaks me out my thought. 

"Morning, Leclerc." I smile. 

"Carlos and Isa are waiting for us downstairs for breakfast. Your flight to Barcelona is in 6 hours, so you're having breakfast and then leaving for the airport an hour after." 

"You're not coming to Barcelona?" I ask, disappointed. 

"Don't be sad, Chérie." He smiles. "We have a 4 month break, I'll be in Barcelona the last month." 

"Who said I was sad?" I laugh. I was. 

He shrugs and throws his hoodie at me. "Just an assumption. Get changed, I'll be waiting outside." 

He walks out the room and leaves me alone. I grab my cargos from my suitcase and pull them on as I throw on the hoodie Charles gave me. I'm definitely keeping this hoodie. It was the one with his Monza win on the back of it. He wore it in one of his videos. I unlock the door to the room, and as Charles said, he was outside, leaning against the wall scrolling through his phone. 

"That hoodie looks good on you." He compliments me as we're getting in the elevator. "You can keep it."

"I was going to either way, but thanks." Charles laughs and shakes his head. 

"You're something else, (Y/n)." 

I flip my hair and smile. "What can I say? I'm just so special." 

Charles pauses for a second as the elevator door dings and opens. "Yeah, special needs." He quickly says, before jumping out the elevator and running out laughing. 

I gasp as I chase behind him. So many people were there recording us, but we didn't care. 

"You know I'm not wrong!" He says, turning around and running backwards. 

"Charles Leclerc you better run faster or I'm going to catch your ass, pendejo!" I threaten. 

"Awe, so kind!" He laughs while turning back around and running faster. He disappears into the corner as I run behind him. 

When he comes back into my eyesight, he's talking to a girl. Charlotte. I stop running, breathing heavily. Charles sees me through the corner of his eye and winks at me, before nudging his head his way to indicate to me to come over. I slowly walk up to him and Charlotte and he throws his arm around Charlottes shoulder. 

"(Y/n), you remember Charlotte." He informs me. I smile and nod. "Charlotte, (Y/n)." He says, pointing at me. 

"Yeah, I remember." She smiles at me, sweetly. "Long time no see." She sticks her hand out and I shake it. 

"Charles!" Carlos' voice rings. Thank the Lord. 

I turn around and see Isa next to him. "Isa!" I smile, hugging her. 

"Eek! My world champion girlfriend," She squeals. 

"Yes!" I grin even bigger as she squeezes me tighter. 

"Isa, lets go get food. Charles, (Y/n). You too. We have our flight to Barcelona." Carlos informs me.

"Yeah, Charles told me. I'm gonna go to the bathroom first though," I mumble.