𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚, charles

❝ i could be the reason you can't sleep at night. ❞
⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

I convinced her to stay over at my place after almost a half hour of arguing, threatening to sleep on her door if she wouldn't come and robbing her in the middle of the night.

When I received the text from Lando I laughed a little. He simply told me,

LANDO

the girl u were staring at the whole
meeting forgot to buy furniture for her
new house including a bed
take care of her pls🙏

i was not staring at her
but okay don't worry

I did stare at her the whole meeting. It was that obvious wasn't it? I hope no one else noticed. Of course the millennials didn't, but I'm hoping the other younger ones didn't either.

Lando's just one sneaky little link.

I arranged the guest room I have, putting on cleaner bed sheets and spraying some perfume around, opening the window since I barely use the room and it's kind of grown a weird smell.

I then headed over to Maisie's, in my pajamas. I wasn't going to put on clean clothes to remove them again after it and put on my pajamas again.

Besides, it's only a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt, doesn't really look like pajamas.

Knocking on her door, my leg was shaking a little. I was nervous about asking her to sleep in my guest room, I've had other women sleep in my own bed and I wasn't this nervous.

I put on a smirk and a confident face when she opened the door. I thought Landon told her I was going to help her but apparently he left that little detail out which made her mumble some nonsense.

The confident act didn't last for long though when I started blabbering, embarrassing the both of us. I think I might have offended her too when I just meant that she's too pretty for me.

I showed her the guest room along with the guest toilet, and she seemed very pleased and appreciative. I then wished her a goodnight and made my way to my own room.

I can't sleep though. Not when I have the most beautiful woman right on the other side of the wall.

I'm still not processing how much I like her when I just met her a few hours ago. But she's so perfect! She's sweet, funny, gorgeous... She plays piano and guitar. She's even a formula one driver! I'm never gonna meet someone as close as amazing to her.

I turn in bed, struggling to fall asleep as the next two hours pass. I wonder if she's fallen asleep. Because, I don't find it fair that she can just sleep while I twist and turn, thinking of her.

Out of nowhere, I hear a kind of melody coming out. I don't think much of it, maybe it's the neighbors or someone on the streets.

Except it doesn't go away and it doesn't seem to come out of outside. I get out of bed and lean in on my door, glueing my ear to my door, staying still and not making any noise.

It's the piano. I recognize it perfectly. Is Maisie playing?

I carefully open my door, not making any squeaky noises that could alert her. Slowly, I tip toe to the living room.

And there she is, sat on my piano bench, playing it beautifully. I know she said she played, but she actually might just be the only Mozart.

She's humming as she plays, a melody I don't recognize at all. I lean in on the door frame and just watch her and listen to her.