𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒, charles leclerc

04 ; and I shall never recover

A week had passed and I was looking forward to seeing the grid. Apart from Lewis and George, I hadn't seen anyone.

Nerves were bundling inside me while we walked across the grid. The sun was already set, dancing on my skin, making it unbearably warm and I was just wearing a dress. Lewis knew the Grand Prix like the back of his hand and still, he insisted I'd join him in walking around that very track.

I hated him for that. My dress clung to my body due to the warmth and the sweat my body was producing. It didn't get any better with the umbrella that was supposed to shield us from the unbearable heat of Monaco.

"I hate this," I sighed, pulling Lewis' attention to me. He was aiming someone, silently talking to them but just with his gaze. It was something Lewis did often. He never had problems with expressing himself, much to my advantage. "This sucks. Remind me why I'm doing this, again?" Might as well just lay on the floor. Maybe it would spend me some chill.

"Because you love me and you can't live without me?" A laugh escaped Lewis' throat that I would have loved to hear, that I was damning myself every day for. "Literally. Might as well just walk around with headphones. This way, people might consider that you can't hear them."

I snorted.

"Did you just call me unviable? How dare you? Also, if I wanted to, I could talk to someone else that isn't you. Sorry to break it to you, but you're not that special."

Dramatically, he clutched a hand to his chest.

"And I learned another language for you little shit." Shaking his head disapprovingly, Lewis scanned his eyes over the track. He was so damm attentive and sometimes I hated it, because he was able to read my body language. Because he knew when Charles made me nervous.

"What did you just call me? I'm telling my father. He'll totally kick your fat ass out of the team. How does it even fit in the seat? How does your ego even fit inside your body? Or is it hoarded somewhere?" It was exhausting jerking my hands up in offended signs, or at least in pretended offended signs. I wasn't actually offended, I just liked to mess with the older man.

"Ouch," Lewis clutched a hand to his non-existing heart again, this time even more theatrically. "I can't believe I'm still putting up with the bullshit you yap about all day. Seriously, the Charles thing? It's kinda pathetic, don't you think?" Lewis grinned at me, knowing damn well how to provoke me.

I shook my head in disbelief, stopping in my tracks.

"Remind me again, who can't get a woman to stay? Oh wait! Right, you, Mister Hamilton. That's big words coming out of virgin Mary's mouth." Lewis' mouth stood open for just a moment, before he slapped my shoulder playfully.

"Remind me again, who can't talk to guys? Can you even hear them moan? I suppose not. Sucks for you." I snorted again, tears already forming in my eyes. Lewis knew just how to make me laugh, he knew how to take my humor. He knew that I didn't really mean anything I said. "Seriously, you're totally missing out on something."

This time it was me who slapped his shoulder.

It had never bothered me that I couldn't hear men moan, for their moans vibrated on my skin. Perhaps that was something only I perceived so intensely because I had to rely on my other senses, because god always found a way to make shit intense.

However, it had always bothered me that I couldn't seem to talk, that my mouth didn't obey my brain, that I couldn't hear. Well, the hearing part was something that started to bother me as soon as I got close to someone that didn't really understand me, that I didn't really understand.

I could lipread, but it was absolutely exhausting after time.

I didn't care about Lewis' impish remarks because I knew he didn't actually mean it, but late at night it kept me awake.

Dear lord above, what did I do to deserve this? What did I do to anger you so much?

Why do you hate me so much?

Why do you bring so much suffer upon me?

"At least I don't have to hear you moan late at nights. Heard it's pretty intense. Lucky me, can't hear a thing. You could fuck beside me and I wouldn't even notice. I still do notice the bed banging against the wall, though." The man acted like he was in thoughts, grabbing his chin as if he were thinking.

"The last time I can recall, it was the women moaning vehemently, but you couldn't know because last time I checked, you were deaf." I exhaled loudly while Lewis must have fallen into a fit of laughter. It looked like it as he braced his weight on his knees.

"Oh, then George must have mistaken your feminine voice."

"How would you know my voice is feminine?" Another laugh escaped his throat that reflected on me. Grinning, I shook my head.

Normally, people pitied me for being deaf, so I loved that Lewis adapted to my energy, that he wasn't empathic at all. He would walk around bragging about him hearing and me being deaf, pull a few jokes about it.

It was funny, though.

"Come here," Shaking my head, I gripped on Lewis' throat. A grin was tugging on my lips, for it must have looked like I was about to strangle the man. I was sure that, if he was now to scream, security would plug me off him.

Nodding, I urged Lewis to speak.

He said something that I couldn't really make out because I wasn't looking at him, because I was concentrating on the vibrations of his throat.

His voice didn't feel feminine at all.

But I would never admit that.

"Yep, definitely feminine."

Lewis clutched his hand to his chest, again. If the smile didn't dance on his lips, I would have thought he was genuinely hurt.

"You have hurt me severely and I shall never recover."

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