fast // formula one

Does He Know? // P5 [CL/MV]

Charles Leclerc X OC X Max Verstappen

Tags: F|M, Driver(s)|OC, Love Triangle, Childhood Friends, Enemies to Lovers

MATURE TAG
Warning(s): language, smut

Parts/Word Count: P1 - 8100 words, P2 - 7200 words, P3 - 8280 words, P4 - 7600 words, P5 - 6265, P6 - 5930, P7 - coming soon

Time: August 2021 - May 2022

Song: Moth To A Flame by Swedish House Mafia, The Weeknd

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THE SAUDI ARABIAN GRAND PRIX WAS NOTHING if not thrilling. Max led, taking P1; Charles followed closely behind and took P2. Watching the two share the podium gave me anxiety. While they forced smiles and stood calmly next to each other, I knew they would be feuding after the cameras were off of them. When I found Charles after all of his interviews were over, my fears were realized.

Charles was staring Max down with a look that could kill. Max was running his mouth, looking cocky. It made my blood boil. It made me question why I even had the urge to kiss him.

"Charles," I call out, quickly rushing toward him. I attempt to get him away from Max, remind him that he was on podium, just get him in a hug. But there's nothing that could break him away from the Redbull driver.

"Not now Maddie," he hisses, putting his arm against me and pushing me away as I try to get my arm around him. My heart sinks. I drop my arms and put my head down, feeling hurt and embarrassed. Max notices this and steps forward, almost like he wants to defend me.

"Charles," Max glares. "You-"

"Charlie," I say quietly, putting my hand carefully on his shoulder. "It's time to go."

He looks back at Max once before turning away, putting his head down shamefully. I know he feels back for how he behaved, but it happened and he can't take it back.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask as we get into the car.

"I don't know, I'm sorry," he shakes his head.

"Why were you fighting with Max?" I ask quietly. My voice sounds strange in my ears, unusually small and timid.

"He's a cunt," Charles answers bluntly.

"That's not a real answer, Charlie," I argue. "Why were you really fighting with him?"

He pauses for a moment, as if he's debating if he should tell me the real reason or not. "He's cocky. He has the one thing I want and he knows it."

"You were still on podium Charlie. You still race extremely well," I reply. "You won in Bahrain. You'll win again."

"He's the World Champion," Charles says. "You know how my titles I have? None."

"Therefore you have no worth?" I ask.

Charles is quiet for too long.

"Charles?" I get his attention. He looks at me with sad eyes. "You're more than how well you race."

He looks away from me again before replying, "Thanks, Maddie."

The rest of the way to the hotel is too quiet. It's uncomfortable. Charles doesn't speak again until we get up to our room.

"I think you should go out with Lando and Carlos and everyone tonight," he says quickly. "I'm not in a social mood."

"You're sure you don't want me to stay with you?" I ask, running my hand through my hair.