Chapter 18 ~ plan

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I stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of black trousers and a black top, with a beige jacket over both of my shoulders.

I put my phone, keys and room key in my bag before leaving the hotel.

The door of my car opened with an old fashioned click, I sat inside, behind the wheel and felt the fabrics of the seat against my hands. I missed my car when I was travelling.

It had arrived this morning. Unfortunately I had to miss Arthur's race because I had to be here when it was being delivered.

I soon hit the main road and turned left to the track. I parked my car and headed inside.

He'd had lunch already with his teammate and I had eaten before I had left.

It was getting dark.

I locked my car and headed inside the paddock. My shoes hit the floor, one and then the other and I was praying not to run into anyone.

All with the exception of Arthur.

I felt like we'd been getting really close after the break, although it was fake I really felt like this could be leading to something.

But with what had happened with my dad, I didn't want to get close to him, I didn't want him getting hurt because of me.

'Y/n !' I Heard an excited voice shout from the pits where I was walking.

'Arth !' I called back up to him.

He ran over to me and picked me up as if I was a feather. He spun me around and when he let me go I could see the smile on his face.

'P5 I'm so proud of you Mon Amour !' I squealed excitedly.

He was so excited and happy about his race.

Soon, me and Arthur headed back to my car, holding hands along the way so if we were spotted people would think it was normal.

I drove to another track, the one where Charles would be racing

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I drove to another track, the one where Charles would be racing.

It was free practice 3 in f1 and Charles wanted me and Arthur to come and watch.
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I got out of the car and closed the door behind me, I noticed how quiet Arthur had become.

'What's wrong ?' I asked.

'Nothing.' He bluntly replied.

We walked in, my hands in my pockets. People took photos of us on our way in. I just followed Arthur up to the box where we'd watch the race

Arthur's POV :

I didn't mean to shut her out, it was just that Charles had invited her to the race. My fake girlfriend and my brother had a real relationship. I hated it, I was jealous I guess. I just wanted her to myself, not to share her with Charles like I had to do with everything else.

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