Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
I slept for the entire flight, my phone was off and the painkillers were wearing off, so I decided to sleep before having to fly in agony.

I had a taxi waiting for me when I got off of the plane, taking me directly to the house. I didn't know how completed it was, I'd not heard much on the renovation side of things, but all I knew was that Charles had no idea I was here, as the last Lando knew I was going to Australia, and that's what I needed right now.

I turned on my phone, intending to let Arthur know I was on my way to the house. It was now 7am and despite only getting sleep on the plane, I didn't feel too bad. I felt awful for leaving everyone so fast, but I had to take some time to myself after those photos.

Things were different now to how they used to be, when news circulated about Charles with other girls. We were supposedly engaged, I was so deeply in love with him, and he'd just told me he'd be happy to have a family with me right this second. It had destroyed me and so I stood staring at the beautiful house he had got for us both wondering what I was even doing there.

Charles: where have you gone? Please just tell me where you've gone and I'll be there the second I can.

Charles: Mia it wasn't me you have to believe me.

Charles: please just let me speak to you. I'm begging you to understand that I arrived with Lewis last night and I was with him the entire time.

Charles: oh my god I cant race without you. I don't know what to do without you here with me.

I closed my eyes, letting a few tears finally slip. This had happened so many times and each time I'd taken him back. Sometimes he had been guilty, others he had not. I didn't want to live this kind of life anymore. He'd said he'd be back and within half an hour I'd seen photos of him with a girl. But he claimed it wasn't him.

I continued to look through photos online, more articles reporting on the situation, and there was nothing to say it wasn't him.

'Wow you look terrible.' Arthur said, climbing out of his car I hadn't even heard pull up, holding out his arms to pull me into a hug.

'Why are you here? Why aren't you racing?' I asked, hugging him so tight.

'I had a few things to deal with back home. I've got the next week off.' He responded, taking a key out of his pocket and using it to open the front door.

'It's beautiful here.' I smiled, a few silent tears streaming down my face at the thought of this not being my future home.

Arthur held his arm around me instinctively, despite me telling him I could walk okay.

'Do you want a tour first? Or do you want to talk? What do you need?' He asked softly.

'I need you to tell me it wasn't him.' I said, looking up at him. 

'I know my brother. And I know how much he loves you, and how fucking stupid he'd be to lose you. But I can't tell you for sure it's not him.' He said calmly.

'I don't understand why he'd do that to me? After everything.' I said, beginning to panic, reality setting in when even his own brother wasn't sure in his actions.

'Charles has contacted the club and asked for the cctv. The second it's in he'll send it to me. But he'd not do that if he knew he was guilty.' He assured me.

'Does he know I'm here?' I asked, softly.

He shook his head, helping me sit down on a sofa in the entrance.

'No. He's told me to look out for you though, just in case.'

'I'm just so confused Arthur. And I'm hurt and so much has happened in the last 24 hours that staying there would have done me so much harm.' I rambled.

'I get it. He gets it. Everyone gets it, Mia. They're just worried about you, okay?' He explained, helping me up again, telling me he wanted to show me around.

'It's two weeks from finish. They've just got to finish the landscaping and the library.' He explained.

'The library?'

'Charles wanted it to be perfect for you. 6 bedrooms, 5 bathrooms, a library, kitchen, cinema room, two dining rooms, a living room, games room, place for him to do his streams, a gym, oh, and my favourite.' He said, stopping in-front of a closed door at the top of the stairs, pushing it open slowly.

'A nursery?' I asked, quietly, covering my mouth, not being able to stop the tears.

'I'm not sure if he wanted you to see this yet or not, but it was the first room he wanted decorated. It's been complete for months.' He explained.

The room was relatively plain, as we were not pregnant, and didn't know what gender our future children would be. But a beautiful cot sat on the far left side of the room, with a rocking chair besides it, and a throw hanging over the edge of it.

'I need to call him.' I choked.

'I know you do, but please just wait for the cctv. As much as I love him, I'd hate for you to forgive him because you're feeling emotional, just to find out it was him last night.' He explained.

He was right. I needed to wait but I didn't want to. I'd seen the panicked texts he'd sent me and all I wanted right now was to be with him. I'd made a mistake, despite what had happened at the club.

'Why didn't you tell anyone I was here? How did you know I was leaving?' I asked, thinking back to the text he'd sent me as I was about to get on the plane.

'You shared your location with me the day we filmed our 3 YouTube videos because we kept losing eachother, it was a busy race weekend and you were all over the place trying to sort out the f2 videos. You said it would make things easier and I guess you forgot to turn it off.' He explained.

'And how did you know I'd left?'

'Charles rang me in bits, saying he'd gotten a text about you discharging yourself and couldn't find you anywhere, then Lando arrived at the hotel drunk and sad but wouldn't speak to anyone. I remembered I had your location.' He responded.

'So why didn't you tell him where I was?' I frowned.

'Because I know you'd been through a lot, and I couldn't tell you that it wasn't him at that point either. So I'd have rather been your safe place than sent him after you.' He smiled softly.

'Besides, I knew that showing you the house he's building for you both out of love would help you find some peace whilst we both waited for that cctv.' He added.

'Thank you, Arthur. You really are the best and I don't know what Idve done today without you.'

'Go and take a nap, I'll wake you up if I find out anything else, okay?' He said softly, pulling me to the side for a hug.

'Okay.' I smiled, looking over the room one more time before walking to the room Arthur had told me was ours.

It was so beautiful and I could tell he'd put everything into it, and it was a perfect mix of us both.

Charles: please just tell me where you fucking are. I'm not doing well and I can't do this anymore. I need to be with you.

Charles: I'm getting the cctv. Please believe me. Please. I'd never hurt you.

Charles: attached 1 video

Charles: see. Please. Just fucking talk to me. You're all I ever want.

I got into bed, taking a deep breath before clicking on the video. He'd sent me multiple angles, it was clear it wasn't him. My heart was pounding. I felt horrible for getting up and leaving without seeing his face in the video.

But he was in the same outfit, at the same club, at the exact same time. I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or a set up but I didn't care I just wanted him here with me.

Me: I don't expect you to forgive me for leaving so fast. But please just get here.

I fell asleep the second the text was sent, not even having any time to turn off my phone. The bed was so comfy and the exhaustion and emotions had caught up to me within seconds and all I needed was to sleep. I just prayed that when I woke up he was here too.

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