𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍, 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒, charles leclerc

╰┈➤ ❝𝟎𝟐𝟕, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝.❞

"(Y/n), why did you do that?" Charles says the second he opens the door to my hotel room. 

"Do what?" I ask in a dull tone, pausing the movie on my tv.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." He walks towards me, furious. 

"Theres a lot of reasons, Charles." I mumble, shoving a fork full of salad in my mouth.

"It's because of that stupid rule of no dating, isn't it?" He asks. I shrug. "(Y/n)." He says in a concerned voice. He sits down next to me, holding my hands in his. "I told you we would work through it without any of us quitting."

"It wouldn't have worked." I state, firmly.

"We didn't even try." He says.

"Even if we tried, it wouldn't have worked." I retort. 

"Ok, but we didn't try. Imagine what could've happened if we-" I cut him off.

"It wouldn't have worked, Charles!" I yell. "Plus, that's not the only reason. I've got a long list of reasons!"

"Like what?" He shrieks.

I shrug my shoulders, not willing to talk. I was not in the mood.

"(Y/n), talk to me!" He begs, standing up in frustration.

"I can't!" I yell.

"Why?! Do you not trust me or something?" He asks.

"It's not because of that and you know it." I say.

"So, tell me." 

"I'm not in the mood and I don't want to." I mumble.

"I'm your boyfriend. If you can't tell me why you quit your fucking job then how are we meant to be together?" He asks.

"I don't know Charles." I groan. "i have a lot to think about."

"So think with me. I want to help you. I'm not leaving until you tell me whats wrong."

-CHALRES POV-

I'm not going to show that her harsh words were affecting me because I know she's in a horrible place right now. I love her and I'm not going anywhere.

I finally see her break, and as much as it hurts me to see her like this, it gave me a sense of relief watching her cry because it meant she would finally talk to me. 

I sit next to her, pulling her into my body as she shakes in tears. "Chérie talk to me please." i beg. She nods slowly, sitting up. I grab the tissue box and pull out a few sheets to wipe her face. "Deep breaths, like I taught you." She starts to even out her breathing. "What have Redbull been doing to you?" I was so concerned. 

"They ruined me." She breaks out into another sob, gripping her hair tightly. "I can't do it Charles. It hurts so much." She clutches her chest, hyperventilating. "I can't do it." She cries, shaking her head. 

Multiple tears slide down my face but I grab her and hold her close so she doesn't see. 

"They forced me to starve myself." She breathes. "They body shamed me, to the point i wouldn't eat for days. I would win races every time and only a few of the crew would come, and I would later hear from Max that they didn't come to celebrate because I'm a girl. Christian makes comments on my appearance all the time which made me rethink my decision on ever showing my face." 

I felt my breathing get heavier as I rub the side of her face, calming her. 

"What happened, in his office today?" I ask.

"I told him about our situation, that if he had anything that could help us, and he told me the best option was to quit racing. I told him I had already thought of that but it wasn't what I wanted to do and he started to get angry. He told me I wanted to quit racing because I'm a girl and I can't handle the pressure of racing."

"Baby." I whisper. "None of those things are true, okay?" I tell her, pulling her head off my chest and holding it between my hands. "You are the strongest, most beautiful, most talented woman I have ever laid eyes on. You are the best driver there is on the grid right now. You're the reigning world champion. Don't throw that away for some old hag that knows nothing but cheating on his wife." She lets out a tiny laugh through her tears. "Don't go back to redbull, but look for a seat. A hint: Talk to Carlos." He whispers the last part.

"Hm, why?" She asks, confused. 

"He might be doing something that could really help you out." I tell her. 

She lets out a huff. "I don't know if I want to get back into racing though," 

"Why not?" I ask.

"I feel like I don't fit in. Like, the drivers all love me, I think, but its the team principals and crew that don't like me one bit." She whispers, fiddling with her fingers.

"(Y/n), I have heard talks from Mclaren, from Ferrari, from mercedes. They're all waiting for you to leave redbull. They want you." I comfort her, rubbing her back. 

She wipes a few of her tears. She covers her face with her hands and cries harder. "I don't know why I quit." She sobs.

"It was just the heat of the moment, so many teams want you, you'll be back into F1 before you even know it." I reassure her.

"I just want my mom and you to be here." She opens up, looking up at me. I hold both her cheeks and wipe her eyes.

"Carlos called your mom the second he heard you left." I inform her. "She'll be here in the morning." 

She nods, yawning. 

"Come lie down." I say as I wrap me arms around her and pull her body down, gently, with me.

Her body lays on top of me as one of my arms wrapped around her torso and the other around her waist. I rub my hand up and down her back, stopping occasionally to draw circles on her back with my thumb. I could tell how much it calmed her down by the way she relaxed and put all her weight on me. 

-(Y/N) POV-

The next morning I woke up in an empty bed. My eyes flicker open as I look around, feeling the loss of touch from Charles leaving. The bed sank by my feet as someone sat there. 

"Mama." I breathe as I jump out the bed sheets and into my moms arms. This is exactly what I needed.