CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT | Charles Leclerc

Chapter 2

Luci's pov

CW// mentions of vomit (caused by alcohol)

As the night went on I began to lose count of the drinks. I never normally let myself lose control at the club but before I knew it, I could no longer feel my fingers and my words were slurring.

"I think I should go to the restroom" I shouted to my best friend over the loud speakers that were practically taking away my voice. Olive was even more drunk then me and didn't really seem to understand what I had said so I just went off anyway.

Struggling, I funnelled my way through the many crowds of people. It was a very busy night and I had tonnes of strangers accidentally treading on my feet as I attempted to push past them. Finally, I got to the end of the crowd thinking I had made it without tripping over anyone in my wobbly state. That was until I suddenly felt something under my foot as I fell over it.

In my drunk state, I immediately thought I was about to fall to my doom until I felt a large pair of hands catch me around my waist. I tried to gaze at the figure who was now looking down at me in their arms but my eyes were too blurred by the alcohol surging through my body.

"Are you alright?" I heard a deep voice question from above me. They had a strong accent, I think it may have been french but I seriously couldn't tell. They sounded annoyed but who even knew what they were thinking. My senses were beginning to fail me by this point.

"Y-yes, sorry." I stuttered as I bought myself back to my feet using their arms like crutches to help me up.

"Are you hurt?" They asked me. At this point I grasped they were a man, a very tall one too.

"No... I think. Sorry." I rambled. "I think I'm drunk." I continued.

I think the man chuckled slightly at my bad state but swiftly directed me toward the nearest restroom.
"Thank you." I announced before running to the toilet to let back out all the drinks that I had drunk over the past however many hours and let the regret sink in.

While still leant over the bowl of the toilet, I heard my phone ringing and I quickly pulled it out from my dress pocket.

"Luc?" I heard my friend question on the other side of the phone. "Where are you?" She questioned again. Somehow sounding rather sober.

"Over the toilet" I inform her. "I wish this evening could begin again. I've never felt worse in my life." I say trying to hold back any further vomit.

"I'll be with you in two minutes." Olive says sounding like my mother. "Don't move." She demands as she hangs up the phone.

It was the shortest two minutes of my life before I heard my best friend burst through the doors and knock straight onto the door of the stall I was practically collapsed in.

I pulled the latch on the door as my best friend stood and stared at my face.

"You look horrific" she said, bluntly, and she began to giggle at my misfortune"

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Eventually, I felt alive enough to stand up and clean myself up at the sink, with Olives help of course.

"Did you see a guy outside when you came in?" I questioned my best friend."

"There's lots of men out there Luci, you're going to have to specify what guy... and why? Omg did you like, kiss him or something." She says building hope for my failed love life."

"First off, no." I began, crushing my friends hope. "I kind of tripped and he caught me and bought me here, but I never got his name, I couldn't even see his face."

"You're a nightmare Luciena. But I'm not sure, I don't think I saw anyone specifically waiting outside of here. Sorry."

For some reason I felt upset by this. I wanted to get to know this man who caught me as if I was in some cringey romcom movie from the 2000s. What if he was my future husband or something?"

-AUTHORS NOTE-
HEY GFS! Hope you liked the chapter and enjoyed seeing Luci become a little delulu... or is she 🤭??
Please let me know if you're enjoying the story so far! I'm most definitely having fun writing it.
Love you lots,
Bels xo