Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 10~

I run to the elevator in tears, hearing the sound of something breaking from his apartment. I go back to George's apartment on the first floor and knock on his door. George opens the door and gives me a hug, noticing the tears rolling down my face.

"Hey, Mae, what happened, wanna talk about it?" George asks reassuringly.

"Not really, no, I don't want to be around him ever again." I sob into his shoulder.

"That's fine, do you want to watch a movie or go home? What do you want to do?" George asks, looking at me and letting me into his apartment.

"Can we watch a movie?" I ask, he nods and goes to his kitchen and gets some snacks.

"What snacks do you like? And what non-alcoholic drinks do you like?" He asks, looking through his cupboards.

"Non-alcoholic? Your no fun." I complain.

"Fine, I'll get you a bottle of wine. One that I'm never going to drink anyway." He passes me the bottle, I look at it and nod my head, not knowing what it is.

"Umm, well, I like crisps, and sweets, other stuff, just snacks in general." I explain, realising I'm no help and George just laughs and gets a few packets of crisps and some other snacks.

"Now, big decision, what movie do we watch?" George asks, looking at me intently.

"Enola Holmes. A very British film for us Brits." I point out chuckling slightly as I drink some wine from the bottle.

"Enola Holmes it is." He says sitting down on the sofa.

We sit on the sofa, his arm around my shoulder as I clutch onto the wine bottle like my life depends on it, taking a swig of it every now and then, slowly becoming more frequent as I zone out from the movie and think about Charles.

Towards the end of the movie, I take a swig of the bottle and realise its empty.

"Shit. George. I've drunk it all." I giggle and try to put the bottle on the coffee table, but George takes it out my hands and puts it on the coffee table instead.

"Jesus, Maeve. I mean, at least someone has drunk it." He laughs at me and I smile at him.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" He asks, looking back at me, running a hand through his hair.

"You have reaaaalllyyy pretty eyes." I slur some words, complimenting him and he chuckles at me.

"And you are veryyyyy drunk." He mocks me, and I nudge his waist and then leaning on him.

"Come on, you need to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow." He tries to pull me up off the sofa but I stay sat on the sofa being stubborn.

"But I wanna stay here! I'm comfy as fuck." I shout, and he laughs as I curl back up into a ball.

"Nope, come on, we are going to sleep." George chuckles trying to lift my arm to get me off the sofa.

"Togetherrrrrrrrr?" I slur one word, and the sober part of my mind face-palms. George just burst out laughing.

George then gives up trying to drag me off the sofa and instead just picks me up, keeping me in the ball shape I'm in.

"Georrrrrgeeeee Williaaaaammm Russeeeellllllll!!!" I shout, slurring his whole name, and he laughs at me.

He puts me on the bed, I sit up and he takes his top off, revealing his defined abs and bare chest as he turns back around to me. I get up, and stumble my way over to him and wrap my hands around his shoulders, pulling him closer to me, his face was just above mine.