Adeline happily greeted Arthur as soon as she saw him, waving at him. The Monegasque smiled as he saw the little wave, doing the same in return before he had to go and talk with some interviewer.
Sadly, the Formula one drivers had to go back into their garage, as their own free practices would start soon. Everyone gave her a wave or a smile, Lando even a fist bump, before leaving in the direction of their garage. Carlos was the only one that still stood by her side, watching as she waved to the others. He gently put a hand on her shoulder, leaning down so he was about the same level as her.
"Let's go, I'll show you the garage and Charles room, okay?" He asked in his Spanish accent. She turned her gaze away from the men leaving and looked at Carlos, smiling a little before nodding. "Alright."
Carlos nodded as well, standing up straight again before starting to walk slowly. He kept looking to see if she was following him before looking back to the way. There were many people walking around, and Adeline hesitated a little before taking his hand, holding onto it loosely.
Carlos was a little surprised as he felt her take his hand, and he looked down to her. She was walking close to him as all the other people walked in the other direction as them. The Spaniard didn't say anything, instead he just smiled and looked straight ahead again, leading her to the Ferrari Hospitality.
As Adeline felt that Carlos didn't mind that she held his hand, she felt like she was a little kid again. She felt like as if she was a little kid, holding onto her fathers hand as he walked with her. Her heart was racing, and all the things she didn't want to came up again.
She remembered walking to a playground with her father when she was 3 years old. It was summer break for him, and he spent the day with his wife and kid. Her mother was walking on her left, but she didn't even look at her. She was focused on her father, smiling happily as she held onto his pinky finger. Jules looked down to her, seeing how she's been staring, or more like adoring him, all this time. He gave her a smile back, leaning down to kiss her little head. "We're almost there" The frenchman told her in a warm tone, giving her a sweet look before smiling at his wife.
Her mother said something that made him laugh and look back down to her for a second before he started chuckling again. She didn't remember what her mother said, but she knew it was about her, probably about how she was so focused on her father more than her mother.
She remembered how safe and happy she felt as she held onto her fathers hand, or more like finger. He was her safe place. And now he's gone. She remembered how he always kneeled or leaned down to her when he wanted to tell her something, she remembered how she always held his hand when they walked together. Or how she always hugged him when she could.
She remembered the day at the playground. She was so happy, she almost dragged her father with her as they reached the playground. She wanted to play with her father, and when he went to sit down, she followed him. She was a bit upset when her mother told her that he can't always be with her, and that she was here too, but she let her dad sit on the nearby bench while her mother played with her. Not without asking about her father every five minutes and looking over if he was still there, though.
She remembered how happy she was when she saw her father standing up from the bench and walking over, standing in front of the slide she was about to go down. When she did, he caught her and held her up in the air before kissing her forehead and placing her back down on her feet.
She was such a happy kid. She was such a daddy's little girl, and she wasn't upset to be called that. She was proud to have him as her father. She was happy to be his little princess, she didn't care about big gifts, just having her father there at her birthday was more than enough for her.
Now that he was gone, every emotion that involved him were too. She wasn't as happy anymore. She wasn't as motivated, she wasn't as excited anymore. Everything was different. Her birthdays weren't something she looked forward to anymore, and so was any other holiday. She wasn't the same, she wasn't her father's girl anymore. It hit her hard, knowing that not even her mother wanted her anymore. She didn't have a father figure in her life, and even if Pascale tried so hard to be a mother for her, it wasn't the same. She was grateful for everything, but she couldn't help the fact that it was different.
She just wanted her father back.
"Adeline? Hellooo?" Asked the familiar voice with a Spanish accent, making her snap out of her thoughts. "Sorry? What?" She looked up at Carlos with a confused expression. "Do you want to see Charles before the practice or do you wanna stay here?" He asked, probably for at least the second time. Adeline looked around, and she noticed she was in Charles's driver room. She could tell by his 'logo' and car number on the wall.
"Oh, i'll stay here." She mumbled quietly. "Tell Charles to drive safe." Carlos nodded, giving her a small pat on the head before leaving the room.
Adeline felt tired, and she decided to just go and lay down on the couch he had in his room. So, she did. She got comfortable on there before closing her eyes.
Her eyes hurt as she opened them again. She was laying on the floor, and she sat up confused. The room was bright and completely white. It seemed as if there were no walls, no roof.
"Adi." Someone said. The voice was so familiar, yet she didn't know who it belonged to. The girl looked around confused, trying to see where it came from. There was no one? She was alone. Who said that?
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned around, grabbing the persons wrist tightly. She gave the person in front of her a harsh look.
It didn't take a second before her expression softened, and so did the grip on the mans wrist. Her mouth opened in disbelief as she scanned the familiar face of the person in front of her.
"Dad?"
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FanfictionJules Bianchi, the guy she admired with everything she had. The best father she could ever ask for. The best driver on the grid. The savior of many. The Halo. Adeline was 5 years old, when her father had died on the 17th of July, 2015. Her mother w...