Everyday Is A Battle ~ A Charles Leclerc Fanfic

grinning like a devil ♡

"I'm going to miss you, although I won't miss your horrible singing," He said while grinning like a devil.

"I'm going to miss you toooooooooooo," I said while grabbing his arm to get out of the car.

"Promise me you will call," He said while twirling my hair in his fingers.

"Yes honey I promise," I said while cupping his cheeks in my hands.

"That's not enough, a promise is not enough," He said while kissing me back.

"No, but I pinkie promise," I said while resting my head on his chest.

"Okay, are you sure you're going to be back in 3 months? Will you find your gate? Will you lose anything? Do you have enough food?" He said in between mini kisses.

"I promise, I've got it all figured out," I said while cuddling him.

"Okay, I love you, darling, I'll see you in -3-- m-mon-ths," He said pretending to be crying, with big puppy eyes.

"Okay, I love you, I'll see you soon, as soon as I get off the plane," I said while a tear slowly seeped, down my face and into his shirt.

"I LOVE YOU" He yells from across the outside yard.

"I LOVE YOU MORE JAMES" I yelled to him.

Although I will miss him, I can't wait to meet new people, and it's not like he doesn't travel around when he's traveling for AFL footy. I just wish he acted like he missed me when he would travel, but I mean as long as he's happy.

*TIME SKIP*

I just got off the plane, and the flight was horrible, I didn't sleep, and there was a stupid baby in the seat next to me and some old lady, whose knitting needles kept on scratching my arm. Now I've got off my plane, and I'm waiting to be picked up by my uncle, Toto Wolff. I'm kind of nervous, because I haven't seen him in ages, and the press is saying his temper has got worse, but I guess he and I are the same. 

I've been waiting for 20 minutes now, and my uncle is not here. UGHGHGG. I'm shivering and I might just get a cab anyway. I've called the cab, and I'm waiting with my bags. A cab pulls, up in front of me, and I open the door and start climbing in. Until someone pulls my arm and turns me around, I turn around to see CARLOS!!!

"oh, mio, DIO CARLOS, MI SEI MANCATO, NON TI VEDO DA ANNI, DANG!"

(OMG CARLOS, I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN YEARS, DANG!!!!!)

I squeal to him. I hug him around his chest, whilst breathing in his scent, I missed him so much, and I'm so glad that we can still be friends, from our past. He was amazing, but still, were not together for a reason. He looks down at me and I smile. He lets me go from his grip and I finally breathe out his scent.

"So how are, you doin', how's James?" He asks me with curiosity.

"Umm I guess we're good, he's been acting weird recently though, but today he was super sweet, so I guess I should cherish those moments," I said while trying to pretend that we don't fight every night... when he is home at least.

"Yeah, totally, are you excited to be in Italy?" He asks me grinning.

"YESSS, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MARISSA, SHE'S SO PRETTY, THOUGH," I say squealing.

"Not as pretty as you though," He says while picking my chin up with his fingers.

I get all flustered, we reach the car and I jump in the back, someone is in the back, but I don't know who...

"UNCLE TOTO!!!!!" I squeal while hugging him tightly. He lets go and asks me how I am.

"How are you?" He asks me.

"I'm good, I'm good, how are you, how's Lewis, how's George?" I ask curious, I've always been a Mercedes girl, because of my uncle. I used to live here in Italy until I wanted to study art, in Australia, I only know a couple of the drivers, like Carlos, Lewis, and George. 

I try to lift my suitcase into the boot of the car, but I'm not strong enough to lift it high enough, until someone grips the sides of the bag, and effortlessly lifts it into the car. I look up to see a brown, messy-haired, hot guy smirking down at me.

"Hi, Bella, donna"

(hello pretty girl)

He says whilst shutting the car boot. I blush, I don't think he knows I know Italian. I smile as my cheeks go hot pink, and he gestures to me to sit in the back first.

"Ciao, bell ragazzo"

(hello pretty boy)

I say while winking at him. I sit down in the car, and my uncle starts asking me so many questions,

"How, are your studies going, how is your familia, how's your boyfriend?" I try to finish some of my answers, but he keeps asking so many questions, that I can't keep up,

"Umm, I guess my studies are going well, I'm now fluent in Spanish, French, English, and Italian," I say while putting my seatbelt on. I see Carlos look behind to the boy next to me, and he says,

"Oop, Charles, you got some competition with languages now"

I laugh, and my attention goes back to Toto.

"And your boyfriend?" He says while looking at me in the rearview mirror.

I don't know what to say, I mean we have been fighting constantly, for months, and breaking up, and getting back together again. I go silent for a moment until I look back in his eyes, the car has now started. Everyone is looking at me waiting for an answer.

"I dunno, it's complicated at the moment," I say looking at my rings, twirling them around. One of them was given to me by James. James. I don't know how much I should tell them, about his alcohol issues, or the bad. Bad. Fighting.