Perfect Disaster-Charles Leclerc

twenty one

His lips on mine are my heaven on earth, we barely manage to open the door, he closes it behind me without ever taking his body away from mine for a second, I would give anything to have the road to heaven at my feet, to have the whole of heaven in me. 

"April if we go on like this, I don't think I'd be able to stop myself in any way"

 "then don't" 

I feel his hand slide up my neck, pass through the middle of my chest and slowly descend, there's space just for it between us two

 "fuck april"

 I smile because in these situations he always says that anyway, I don't answer him I keep kissing him like it's pure oxygen, his lips the direction, the thread to get out of a maze too hard for both of us to understand. There's a knock on the door, but we consciously decide not to open it, it's a choice, no one can end what started at the moment 

"MAX, open the fucking door, we need to talk about April" 

lindo's voice echoes throughout the room and the entire hotel corridor, I pull away from max, his lips are red, his hands stay in contact with me until I take a step back. 

"Hiding in the bathroom huh"

 my tone betrays me once again, I lock myself in and try to compose myself and I can swear max's hair wasn't fixed when he opened the door 

"it's been a long day Lando.." 

Max's voice is quite calm, what happened in that hour I fainted? What happened when I wasn't there at the grand prix? I hear something slam against the wall that makes me wince for a moment 

"giving you need to calm down"

 "you need to get a grip, you can't have it all. I can't have her, but I still care about her and I can swear to you that if I have to hurt her to protect her, I will. Be transparent for once, Aşkım"

 changes the tone on that Turkish nickname, and there is only one person in the paddock who speaks Turkish: a journalist for Sky, I have heard her speak so many times that I would recognise that language anywhere by now. The only time she stopped me I was with Carlos and she called me by that very nickname, which translated to me as 

"it's her 'mi amor' don't worry about it, only good things here for you" 

"you wouldn't be able to hurt her" 

I hear Lando laughing, I'm sure the punch on the wall is his, it was his and I sincerely hope he didn't hurt himself. I have a thousand questions in my head, but I think the answer is only one: max thought I had left and was having something with someone else. 

"If I have to do this to make sure I keep her safe from you, trust me I'll do it with the same pleasure Charles does,"

 he never changes his tone: it's cold, detached, sure, firm. Lando is sure of what he's saying

 "you only do it because you want her, but she loves me" 

"no, I do it because she's the most precious person on this planet and I won't let that light go out because of you" 

he leaves no room for another answer I hear the door close and quickly close the bathroom door as well, I let myself slide down the door as max's hands rest on it

 "april, open up. Please" 

"you fucked her didn't you? Aşkım means 'my love'" 

he leans his head against the door and slowly slips in, I'm groaning to hear his breath, his heart beating fast