fast // formula one

Does He Know? // P2 [CL/MV]

Charles Leclerc X OC X Max Verstappen

Tags: F|M, Driver(s)|OC, Love Triangle, Childhood Friends, Enemies to Lovers

MATURE TAG
Warning(s): language, smut

Parts/Word Count: P1 - 8100 words, P2 - 6265 words, P3 - 7900 words, P4 - 7600 words, P5 - 2625 words, P6 - 5930, P7 - coming soon

Time: August 2021 - May 2022

Song: Moth To A Flame by  Swedish House Mafia, The Weeknd

*****

My head pounds as I sit up in my bed. I force my eyes to open, begging them to adjust to the bright sunshine that streams through my window. I groan before yanking my blanket off, feeling suddenly cold as my half naked body meets the air, and stomping over to the window. I tug the curtain shut and rub my eyes.

"Oh!"

My heart falls through my stomach as I spin around. "Shit!" I yell, reaching for the duvet on my bed. "Charles!"

Charles's face turns a bright shade of pink as he puts his hand over his eyes and turns around. "I -uh- thought you'd still be asleep."

I wrap my duvet around myself, blushing fiercely. "I'm sorry," I groan, rubbing my forehead as I shuffle toward him.

"Don't apologize," Charles laughs, leaning his head against the wall. "When I left you, you still had your dress on. Just so you know, it wasn't me. I didn't-"

"I know, Charles," I nod, digging in my bag for clothes. I grab a baggy t-shirt and a pair of joggers. "I remember."

"You do?" He asks, turning his head, but keeping his eyes covered.

"Yeah," I say quietly, pulling my shirt over my head. I pull my pants up before walking over to him. "I remember all of it."

"Are you dressed?" He asks. I put my hand on his shoulder and he opens his eyes, turning around. "So, you remember what you told me? What you asked?"

"I do," I reply, looking away. "And I know that it was drunk words just coming out of me, but it would make sense wouldn't it?"

"We don't have to just because Pierre said everyone thinks we should or because Carlos makes jokes about it all the time," Charles says. "If we go out, it should be because you want to."

"What do you want?" I ask, finally look back at him.

"I've wanted to ask you out since you flew to Belgium with me," he admits, taking my hand. He runs his thumb over my knuckles, looking deep in thought. "But I know we're doing well how we are right now. And I don't want to jeopardize that."

"What if we just went out on a date? Start small and see where it goes," I suggest. "If it doesn't work, then we don't ever have to talk about it again and we can go right back to this. But if it goes well, then cool. But there's only one way to find out."

"Yeah," Charles nods. "Let's try it."

"There's no race this weekend and we're already in the states," I start. "I'd like to go home for a while, I think. Hotels in Italy and spending extra time in Monaco with Mama have been great, don't get me wrong, but I want my bed. This is a lot of travelling for me."