Red past | Charles Leclerc

Balcony

It was 24 laps into the race, only 4 remained. I had been leading for 9 laps and Théo Pourchaire did not take that very well. At turn 5 he tried to squeeze his way to the left of me preparing for turn 6.

The second we got into the corner he pulled out on me pushing me off the track.

"Théo just fucking pushed me off the track, he didn't leave me any fucking room," I shouted down the radio.

"Is the car ok?" Xander asked.

"Yeah, there was no contact," I replied trying to gain back my position.

Every time I got alongside him, he pushed me off at the next corner.

"Is hij verdomme serieus? (Is he fucking serious?)" I yelled to myself, I was growing impatient with his pathetic defensive methods.

On the last lap, I was able to fully glide the car infront of his before we reached a corner.

A smile formed on my lips as I envisioned his furious expression. I deeply looked forward to the cool-down room.

"Well done, Anika. That's P1," Xander confirmed down the radio.

After getting out of the car, i ran to my team and brother pulling as many as I could into a hug, Max had the usual smile on his face but this time he wasn't alone. Kelly's and P's bright smiles added to my happiness.

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"You did great," Kika added, after the race, we had decided to just head back to the hotel and hang out, so we ended up sat on the balcony overlooking the fields below.

"Thanks. Théo was a real pain in the ass though," I overdramatise my tone a slight bit as I spoke.

She let out a small chuckle before taking a sip of her drink.

"Well, you don't have another race for 3 weeks," she stated, a slight grin on her face.

The next race was in Austria, a week after the F1 race in Hungary. A track that I wished F2 took part in this year.

"I'll be there for Max but until then I'm probably going to go to Monaco for a few days," I informed her looking out at the skyline.

"What about Charles?" She had a smile that spread from ear to ear, she knew exactly what she was doing.

I gave her a blank look, she was about to speak but a knock at the door cut her off.

"I'll get it," she sighed pushing herself off the chairs, walking behind the curtain, to the door.

Saved by the bell. I could hear some light laughing and mutters but couldn't distinguish anyone's voice. After the talking stopped, three sets of footsteps grew closer and closer.

Kika appeared first, two boxes of pizza in her hand, the other one connected with Pierre's. When he reached me, he. Pulled me into a quick hug although his hand still remained in the grasp of his girlfriend's.

The second we pulled away, I saw him. His tousled brown hair that strongly complimented his green eyes that by themselves could speak louder than words. He was wearing a light gray jumper along with plain black jeans. Even without trying, he always looked good.

As he came closer I realised he was wearing glasses. Plain black ones that suited him quite well. He gave me a smile, showing his dimples, before pulling me into a soft embrace.

He planted a kiss on the top of my head before nuzzling into my neck.

"Just kiss already," Pierre laughed.

Pierre and Kika had sat down, Pierre's arm sat around her shoulder as he drew circles with his finger on the skin of her arm.

I sat back in my previous seat, Charles joined me on the bench, he placed his arm delicately around my shoulder, slightly hesitant in his action. I gave him a little grin, letting my head fall onto his shoulder as we looked out at the sky.

"Anika, Will you be watching the Hungary race?" Pierre asked looking from me to Charles.

"Of course," I may have been answering Pierre but it was directed at Charles.

As Pierre and Kika faded away into their own conversation, Charles brought his lips only inches away from my ear, the heat of his breath on my skin sent a shiver down my spine.

"If I give you a Ferrari hat, would you wear it for the weekend?" I wasn't even looking at him in that moment but I knew he had a smirk sat on his lips.

"Would you like me too?"

"I would love to see you in my hat," he answered, I bit my lip to try and stop myself from smiling so much.

"I guess you'll find out in two weeks," I replied smugly.

He groaned, falling back in the seat. I lifted my hand from my side and interlocked it with Charles' that sat on my shoulder.

"When are you going back to Monaco?" He asked, this time no longer in a whispered tone.

"Whenever I can get a flight," I let out a tired chuckle while playing with the ring that wrapped around Charles' index finger.

"You can fly back with me and Arthur tomorrow if you want?"

I had conflicting opinions as being in a confined in a small space with the two brothers at that current time was not something I thought was a good idea but it was a simpler option than having to sort out another way of getting back home.

"Sure, but if Arthur mentions us, I will write on his face in sharpie."

He let out a laugh in response, both us us watching the scenery while trying to fade into conversation with Kika and Pierre.