Charles Leclerc One Shots

I hear a symphony

Summary: I used to hear a simple song, That was until you came along Now in its place is something new I hear it when I look at you

Lyrics of I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. 

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Saying you left him speechless is a small word. When he saw you, he thought he had a vision. A hallucination of beauty. Your beauty. He was entirely disturbed by it. He couldn't even phrase it. He looked at you with his eyes wide open and his cheeks blushing. Embarrassed to see you staring at him, your eyes on him and no one else.

Your lips were smiling and giving him butterflies in the stomach. He couldn't get rid of it until you left. This feeling of being as light as air and as heavy as earth. At the end of the day, you reached the port, and you left like that, without a look, without a word, just with a part of his heart.

It's crazy to think that meeting you made sense of something he never really understood. Love at first sight. A rare phenomenon that happens only once in a person's life. It's like adding words to a song. To make a raw score, a magnificent symphony. That's it! That's what you are. A symphony.

You are a harmonious set of things that fit perfectly, a symphony of notes, a symphony of colours, a symphony of you.

When he came home that night, the first thing Charles did was play the piano. To play you. Externalize that emotion, that music, and make him lose it through the notes. Only when the score is finished can he finally find peace to sleep and dream about you? You invaded his thoughts, his being, his dreams. He watched you invade his life, even if you don't know each other.

The memories of your eyes, your smile, and your smell often returned to him during the few weeks following your last meeting.

You met him one night at his house with some mutual friends. Charles watched you all night, waiting for the right time to come and talk to you. His words are stuck in the back of his throat, making it even harder for him to come and talk to you. It's even more embarrassing when your voice spoke to him, and he didn't know what to say. Hearing your words come out of your beautiful pink lips made him lose all his means. And you didn't even realize it. He ended up babbling on the couch, blushing heavily.

To feel your words addressed to him makes him feel important. You have that look. That look makes him lose his bearings. When your eyes look at him, it's like he's become the center of your universe for a few minutes.

Only when you stepped out onto the apartment balcony did he have the courage to join you. You raised your eyes to him. In the dark of the night, he can see the stars in your eyes.

No words were shared, just gestures.

You slowly grabbed his neck and kissed his lips.

At that moment, Charles lost the connection with his brain. Only the whirlwind of emotions remains in his body. Feeling your lips on his is like eating your favourite cake, and you can't help but moan in ecstasy.

The kiss quickly became languorous.

Charles' hands are on your hips as you stroke his hair. He slams you against the wall. Sending an electric shock through your entire body, Charles no longer has control of his body, and he rubs you. To feel closer, more intimate.

A few minutes later, you catch your breath away from him. Lust all over your face, eyes and mouth.

You smirk, gently kissing him before returning inside with this other. Leaving Charles behind, wondering what just happened.

That night, you took his broken melody and made something new. He was never a great artist, but knowing these notes are for you. He wants to become a musician so you can listen to his songs repeatedly while you invade his being with these symphonies.

It took him a long time to recover from your kiss. Never in his entire life did he think he was so bewitched. You met several times alone, enjoying each other's presence without many conversations. Enjoying the silence in the presence of both. Touching the other with your palms.

And then.

One day.

You disappeared.

Without a trace.

Like you never existed.

Like you were just the fruit of his imagination.

A hallucination.

A vision.

And his melody broke.