F1 Imagines (BOOK 2)

Forget me (P2) II Charles Leclerc

"Y/n please" Charles banged on the car door as it sped off with you in it. Charles watched the car drive away cluthing that damn bracelet in his hand like it was the only thing holding him in place right now. 

"Charles?" The man called him placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"I need to go." Charles nudged the man's hand off his shoulder as if it was a toxic tough, the one that had ruined everything. 

Charles ran to his car, why the hell was there so much traffic on the way home?! He tried calling you repeatedly only to find that he had already been blocked. 

He'd flown to your apartment  with nothing but his phone and wallet in hand he knocked and knocked begging for you to open...but you were no longer there. 

"PLEASE!" He screamed in desperation banging on your door one last time. 

Charles jumped up on his bed waking up from another nightmare, expect being reminded it really did happen did nothing to help his aching heart, the one that had been in unbearable pain ever since you left.

But being here, realizing it had truly been a year made the pain so much worse. Waking up here and knowing every single place reminded him of you, reminded of the memories you shared when you met. He'd purposefully locked himself in his hotel room ever since he arrived only going out to work and for team meetings but aside from that he hadn't stepped foot outside. 

But today he had the urge to walk around, maybe it was to save himself from the drowning feeling of his own thoughts or maybe it was simply because basking in the memories he shared with you was the only thing he had left and that seemed better than nothing. 

Masked behind a hat, hoodie, and sunglasses Charles made the huge effort of stepping outside, walking with no specific route in mind but naturally, his feet took him to where they once walked alongside someone else.

Looking down at his feet for most of the journey Charles didn't even realize how long he'd been walking or where until he was confronted with that place. The place his world had turned upside down for a girl whose name he had yet to know. From the outside looking into that table, where he'd watched you in full concentration, pen between your lips oblivious to the disaster forming from it, but ultimately the one that gave him the excuse to approach you. 

The memory replayed in his head almost as if he was watching a movie so incredibly vivid he swore life was playing some cruel twisted game with him, tears welling up in his eyes at the thought of everything that unfolded afterward and how he found himself here yet again except with much different feelings. 

But then his heart stopped. 

It was happening again. There you were walking in...sitting at the exact same spot, hair up in a bun...he watched as you almost placed the pen between your teeth before hesitating and putting it back down, were you reminded of him too? 

Charles was frozen in place not believing what he was seeing, you were actually there. But before he could act your eyes had locked with his. he watched as your brows furrowed trying to make out if that was actually him until the realization hit you.

___________

Life had been incredibly mundane ever since that day, of course being with a Formula 1 driver would make life feel like a movie but considering the fact you never actually got the chance to attend a race with him it was obvious he was the one who made life so much more exciting, that gave life more color. 

Going back to your daily life had been harder than you'd like to admit. You'd always judged women who let their lives be consumed by a man not understanding how someone could lose themselves for someone...until it happened to you.