Under the helmet | Charles Leclerc

~Chapter 31~

We both cook the pancakes, me helping out with flipping them in the pan, and he helps with making the batter for the pancakes, accidentally dropping an egg on the floor, while I 'accidentally' throw a bit of flour in his face. Suddenly he wraps one arm around my waist, and pulls me really close to him, my back touching his chest and with the other her holds the milk carton over my face, threatening to pour it.

"Don't you dare!!" I shout at him, us both laughing at each other. While my hands try to get the milk out of his.

With one arm still wrapping around me, he walks forward a bit, pushing me against the counter and he puts the milk down and gets a handful of flour from the side of the counter. My hands try to hold him off putting it on my face, the two of us still laughing. His touch sending electricity through my body, like my stomach is releasing fireworks.

"Charles..." I say in a stern tone, realising his arms are way stronger than mine, and I'm not going to hold him off much longer.

"You did it to me!!" He protests, pushing more against me.

Suddenly, my arms give in, and he puts his hand really close to my face, teasing me with the handful of flour. I shut my eyes tightly to brace for the amount of flour and then he shoves his hand onto my face. His hand basically covers my whole face, which isn't fair as I have smaller hands.

"You have big hands! I need to put more flour on your face!!" I try to protest as he takes his hand off of my face, and unwraps his arm from my waist as he starts laughing more.

I quickly turn to where the flour is and grab a handful and he looks at me with one hand up trying to protest, he starts walking backwards and I only walk closer to him. Before he could run to the side, I corner him in the corner of the counter and I quickly launch the flour at his face, and then quickly walk back to where the flour is and grab the bag of it.

"That was a lot of flour!!" He whines, trying to wipe it off of his face.

"Says you! Putting like double that amount on my face!!" I complain back through the laughter.

I return the flour to the side of the counter but keeping my hand near it and put some batter in the pan, trying to cook some pancakes. Charles gets the flour off of his face, while I couldn't care less. Suddenly I feel a cold cloth against my face, assuming Charles is trying to get the flour off my face. I let him wipe it off of my face, without movement, just trying to keep an eye on the pancake inside the pan. Suddenly, a silence falls in between us.

"What happened between you and Max? You seem bothered by it." Charles breaks the silence, assuming it was awkward for him.

"He had an attitude about apologising to me, he said that him taking the penalty was the apology to me. But he couldn't not take the penalty, and that wasn't a direct apology to me." I complain a little to Charles, who wraps himself behind me, while I cook the pancake.

"Listen, it isn't worth your time trying to get someone to apologise if they aren't able to accept that it's their fault." Charles speaks lowly into my ear as his head rests on my shoulder.

"He did apologise to me, after me getting a little bit of effort. I wasn't leaving without an apology, and nor was he." I say as I stand up straighter preparing to flip the pancake.

"Your so stubborn." He starts, laughing a bit under his breath.

"Is that a bad thing?" I ask, also laughing as I flip the pancake.

"Well in this case no, but with the flour, yes, yes it is a bad thing." We both start laughing as I put the pancake on the plate.

"How many pancakes?" I ask him, as he makes his way around the counter.

"Just two. Thank you." He responds as I pour more pancake batter into the pan.

"I'm guessing I'm flipping it as well?" I ask him, and he turns around and looks at me like I asked a rhetorical question so I nod at him and laugh.

I begin to cook the next pancake and I flip it too, he sits down at the bar stool after getting some sugar and lemon out of the fridge and one of the cupboards. I look up at him, while he's looking at his phone, I quietly admire him, I realise how much I enjoy being around him and how he instantly makes me happier by being around him. He then looks up like he knows I'm staring at him, not realising I am, as I zoned out.

"Are you ok, amore?" Him calling me that nickname again, snaps me out of my thoughts and back to the pancake which I quickly flip.

"Yeah, yeah, just. Thinking." I quickly make up, not fully lying, looking down at the pancake hiding my flustered look, thankfully my phone goes off, so I can cover it up well.

I put the pancake of his plate and pass it across the counter to him while I see what's going on, on my phone.
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Posh Brit:
Isa told me you saw the post...

Maevey❤:
I did, but I'm not telling anyone don't worry.

Posh Brit:
Yeah, she's scared about Cara finding out, I really like her Maeve, and I want to tell Cara so that we aren't hiding anything from her

Maevey❤:
Might I point out that you've literally just met her?

Posh Brit:
I've actually known her a long time, she's been childhood friends with Cara and helped her through school and everything, so I've known her since she was a child.

Maevey❤:
I didn't realise they were such good friends, I mean it makes sense they seemed really close. Besides what even are you two? Like are you dating yet?

Posh Brit:
No? I don't know? I mean we haven't discussed this...

Maevey❤:
Well, you can't tell Cara and not even know where you stand with Isabella yet. And Charles is calling for me, I'd better go, good luck 😂
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I leave George with his thoughts and turn off my phone and turn to see Charles, he has a slightly worried look on his face, looking between me and his phone.

"Whats up?" I ask him.

"Someone posted something about you and Max having a fight, I think a fan may have gotten a video of it." He responds, but I really couldn't care less.

"Oh well. Are they saying anything about it?" I ask him, he looks at me slightly confused.

"No, but I thought you'd care a bit more than that? I thought you and him might've I don't know- That night when you asked me to come and get you from his apartment..." He starts, knowing exactly what he's implying.

"No, me and Max never were and never will be anything." I confirm to him and his face lights up.

"What happened then?" He asks, not trying to pry or be rude.

"We went cliff diving, that's all. Because I saw the post with you and Pierre, George and Daniel hanging out." He looks down, when I say the last sentence, I sort of admit my feelings but indirectly.

"You said you were going to phone your parents..." He starts.

"I didn't want to." I respond back quickly, not looking him in the eye.

"So you decided not to message me, but to message Max, and go out with him instead?" He asks, sounding offended, in a serious way.

"Yes! Because I saw you kissing another girl!" I protest to him.

"So what?! I still would've allowed you to come, what does another girl have to do with this?" He asks, practically shouting at me.

I don't know what to do. I can leave. Or I can tell him. He stares at me, hurt and angry. He wants me to say something, tears brim in my eyes from how I felt when I saw the photo.

"Because I still have fucking feelings for you, you idiot!" I shout back at him, turning to the door.