Red past | Charles Leclerc

Cooking

We were the first to arrive in Spain, Pierre and Kika weren't meant to get there until late that night, Arthur, Julia and the others flights wasn't until the following day. It was a 6 bedroom villa which was soon going to occupy 12 people, truthfully I was looking forward to a holiday away from all of the cameras and the stress .

"Do you want to stay in for dinner and make something or do you want to go out?" He asked, changing the subject away from our plans for the week.

"Stay in, but I do the cooking because you can't cook to save your life," he gave me an offended look, responding to my comment by throwing a pillow in my direction.

"My cooking is fine," his serious tone kind of concerned me, if he couldn't tell how bad his cooking was then he either has really bad taste in food or is completely insane.

"The last time you cooked, we ended up eating hard pesto pasta," I gave him a slightly judging look, receiving a gentle chuckle from his lips.

"Fine, but I'm not letting you do all the work," he compromised, he stood up, walking over to me before offering his hand to help me up.

I swatted his hand away getting up giving him a smirk, "I need no man's help."

I could hear a sigh from behind me followed by a squeal escaping my lips as he swept me up into his arms, carrying me over to the kitchen.

"Put me down," I ordered, nudging his shoulder.

He gave me a mischievous grin, an expression that I knew all too well from our childhood.

With a long sigh, he released me from his arms and instead placed his hands on my waist, holing me steady as his lips met mine. My hands found his hair, gently grabbing the soft strands as his tongue made contact with mine.

When I finally got control of myself, I pushed him away before we completely forgot about dinner.

"We can't do that here," I informed him, looking through the cupboards to try and find something to make.

"Fine," he chuckled, walking over to me, his gaze scanning the products.

"How about lasagna?" I grabbed the pasta sheets that sat at the end of the cupboard.

He nodded at my choice, grabbing the pans and dish while I gathered the ingredients.

I didn't trust his cooking skills so I assigned him with the task of cutting the onions while I cooked the mince.
We ended up swapping roles after he complained about the onions making him cry.

"I understand why Lewis hates them now," his hands found his eyes as he wiped a tear that sat on his cheek.

I couldn't help but laugh at his comment, I never understood Lewis' fear of onions.

Once all of the ingredients were cooked, we layered the cheese, pasta sheets and mince into the dish before placing it into the oven. I began walking over to the sink with the plan to wash the dirty dishes while the food cooked but I was stopped in my tracks when the brunettes hands wrapped around my torso and his face appeared on my shoulder.

"None of that, you sit, I wash up," he ordered, pulling me to the sofa.

I didn't bother arguing, I knew that I wasn't going to win, there was no way in hell that I would have been able to wash up without him interfering.

"You did most of the cooking so I wash up, that is the rules," I rolled my eyes at him, resting my head all the way back so that my gaze met the ceiling.

"Fine," I decided not to argue with him and just put a movie on, although my gaze never went it the movie but instead rested on the brunette.

~

My eyes flew open at a sudden bang, I sat up, removing my head from Charles' bare shoulder. The sudden lack of contact waking him up as well. We gave each other a look, both of us getting up from the bed and walking to the door.

We could hear Kika muttering to Pierre, telling him off for making so much noise because it would wake us. Charles rolled his eyes, grabbing the door handle and flinging it open, we walked through the corridor of bedrooms to eventually reach the living room where both of them had their backs to us.

"Could you guys be any louder?"  Charles asked, the shock of his voice made both of them jump.

"Pierre," Kika scolded him for waking us up.

She walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me before she made her way to Charles.

As I embraced Pierre I whispered in his ear, "I can't believe you interrupted my beauty sleep," I gave him a smirk when his gaze met mine making me laugh at his reaction.

"Why don't you have a shirt on?" Pierre questioned Charles, acting as if he hadn't just been asleep.

"Maybe because when we heard a loud bang which could have easily been some random person, my first thought isn't to grab a shirt," he answered sarcastically giving his best friend an innocent smile.

Both me and Kika let out a chuckle in response to Charles' remark.

Pierre let out a loud sigh before grabbing their bags and walking towards the bedrooms. As we walked behind the couple, wanting to observe which room they decide to choose, Charles' fingers interlock with mine, he moved our hands closer to his face so he could leave a small kiss on the back of my hand.

~

It wasn't until almost 3am that we went back to bed.

"Let's try again shall we?" I asked rhetorically, laying my head back on Charles' shoulder as my arm wrapped around his torso.

"Goodnight amour," he whispered to me, leaving a gentil kiss on the side of my head.

"Goodnight," I answered back, his grip on my waist tightening to prove me from leaving his side, I allowed a smile to grow across my face as I closed my eyes.