𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

~𝚈/𝙽~

"Hey..." I look up from my MacBook. Charles. "Guten Morgen. (Good morning.)" I answer while watching him sit down into the lounge chair across from me. "Was that german?" He asks chuckling. "It was, yes." I smile and look at him while he starts playing with his rings. His nervous tick, I saw him doing it a lot of times. He doesn't need to be nervous, especially not around me, but he still is.

"Do I make you nervous?" I ask and his eyes snap up to mine. "What? No! Just nervous because of the race, you know... with Azerbaijan in the back of my head..." He instantly answers. I mean he has a point with the race some weeks ago, but right now I think he is definitely nervous because of  something else. What could I do to calm his nerves? "Did you already congratulated Danny?" I ask, trying to make him think about something else. "Yea, I congratulated him this morning. We came to the paddock at the same time." I just nod. I still need to find him and give him his present. Maybe he is in his garage. That would at least make sense because we have a bit less than four hours before the race.

"What are you doing there?" Charles asks and leans forward, to try and peak over the edge of my MacBook onto the screen. "My thesis. The fucking reason why I'm here." I groan a bit, "I thought it would be easier but it looks like it is everything but that." Charles laughs, "And how long have you been sitting here and grumbling over it? Because I think this thesis brought me the best thing in my life..." His smile turns into a little grin and my stomach instantly starts to tingle. Did I just understood him right? Did he really said that he thanks the thesis for meeting me? Looks like it.

He is actually happy to have met me? Ok, I think it should be clear after he kissed me and said that he wants me. Every night I roll around in bed, thinking, what would have happened if the Netflix guy wouldn't have showed up. I think I would have slept with him, to hundred percent. How do I know? Because I could feel it. His and my desire, that grew like the adrenaline of a rookie who gets into his car for the first time. I felt it and it was amazing. Every time I see him I get the urge to kiss him again, just to have this feeling back in my bones.

It's Sunday, Race Day at Silverstone, and I sit on this fucking sundeck instead of being in the garage with my godfather, feeling the incredible pride of him driving his home race. He loves his home races and I should be with him right now. Watching him, calming his nerves because he still gets nervous as hell even after all those years.

"You know what? I sat here long enough. I will search for Danny and congratulate him! And then I will accompany Lewis in his garage. You wanna come with me?" I ask and close my Mac. "Sure, I still have a bit of time until the parade. I think Danny is in his garage..." Charles still smiles as he jumps up. I pack my stuff away while he walks up beside me. As I stand up he snatches my hand. Wait, what? He intertwines our fingers while we start walking.

Luckily one else is on the deck. I still have to admit that I enjoy the contact. A shiver runs down my spine and to a certain level the closeness feels naturally. It feels like he is my boyfriend, which is a very old but still existing fantasy of mine. But why did he take my hand? Why now? Why in public? And why in general? We enter the building, where the air conditioners hit our faces. His warm hand feels so comfortable and soft on my skin, which slowly turns cold. Who would have thought that I would ever be so near to Charles Leclerc as I started my internship? Ok, I assumed a bit of contact because of my changing shifts in the teams but who would have thought that I would ever hold hands or KISS him?!

I didn't, so much is sure, and it keeps me awake all night, thinking about his soft lips and how he had the fun of his life to make everything overflow. "Charles..." His head instantly snaps around to me. His smile is still bright when he looks down but I can see how he is a bit tensed. Is it because he tries to avoid other people? Why? I mean here are hundreds of security cameras that film us right now.