𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝙾𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

~𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜~

"I feel kinda sick... I think the Hungarian weather isn't mine..." Y/N sniffs next to me. "Aww, mon lapin. (my bunny.) You need anything?" I chuckle and throw an arm around her. I normally wouldn't dare to do that, especially not with Seb, Mick and Lewis around but right now I don't care. We kissed two weeks ago at the concert and didn't talk about it until now. It makes me nervous because I told her, subtitled... or not, I can't decide... that I love her and she never answered to that. I mean she kissed me back, which could be a sign that she also loves me but I can never be hundred percent sure.

Right now we are all waiting for the Media Pen to open. The Race is over and Lewis invited us all to join him for Dinner together with Y/N and Seb. He made P2 today. Maybe that's the reason why he invited us all or just because my Angel hit him against the arm as they talked about it in front of us and he didn't invite us. Latter one is probably more likely. Y/N is attending the Pen as well today, she will be with my Media Manager to look over his shoulder and make notes. I told her that it is an amazing opportunity and really helpful for her studies but she still seems very nervous, nearly completely done. I don't know why... She was so often in front of cameras by now and even made the interviews for an entire Drivers Parade. Maybe she just looks like that because of her cold.

"I'm fine. I just want to have some sleep..." She yawns and rests her head against my shoulder. I press her even harder against me. We didn't talk about the topic love until now but I still love her pressed against my body. I'm just happy that she cuddles with me, nothing more and nothing less. Ok, I would also love to kiss her again right now, right here but that wouldn't be a good advice for my head... if I want to keep him. After all those weeks of Y/N being here and having Mick, Sebastian and Lewis breathing down my neck, I still have this fear for my life. Even though they know nothing.

I look down at her. Her blue orbs look into mine and her rosy lips turn into a soft smile. Her lips were so soft and full as I smashed mine on them. I loved the feeling of how they moved against mine and how rough her kiss but oh so soft her touch was. I wanna feel the fireworks in my stomach again. Her touch on my skin and her scent hitting my nose. I love getting this vanilla, coconut smell of hers into my lungs. It always lets me drop into some kind of drugged behaviour. I am always chasing the moments where she is near me so I can get on my drugs. I take a deep inhale as she adjusts her head on my shoulder and instantly feel like I'm floating. Y/N gets so cuddly when she is sick. Maybe I should get her sick more often...

"Ok guys, let's go!" A Media Employee of F1 shouts into our room. We all start moving. To my dislike Y/N also moves... away from me. My shoulder feels instantly cold but I can understand it. She doesn't want the media to see. It makes sense but it is still not good for my heart. I follow everyone and am about to walk through the doors into the pen as someone grips my arm. As I look down I can see a hand holding the sleeve of my race suit, already dragging me back into the other direction. I recognise the dark blue leather sleeve of my kidnapper. Max.

He pulls me into a corner, which is a very good hiding spot from the cameras. "Max, what is i...?" I start but get instantly interrupted. "Listen carefully now, Leclerc." I need to swallow. He sounds so serious and murderous. "I saw that video Daniel took..." I look at him a bit confused, "What video?" "Don't play dumb, Leclerc! The video of Harry Styles' little speech and your kiss with my Y/N." My breath catches. What did he see? Wait... my Y/N? I mean I was scared of Mick, Lewis or Sebastian finding out but I never counted in the fourth and most monstrous man in Y/N's life. I am fucked. Honestly...

I swallow hard again and Max gets into my space. He stares angrily at me while I can feel his breath on my face. If he would be the person of our conversation I would have pulled him in instantly, right now and right here, but... he isn't 1,69 m tall and doesn't look like my old teammate. "You know, Leclerc, I am not convinced that you are good for her. I don't believe that you could ever treat her like she deserves. You are one of those who will break her sweet little heart and flee when you see the next beautiful girl, who, you think, is much better than her..." I interrupt him, "No, she is the most beautiful and wonderful woman I have ever met. And I..."