Race & Rally // Charles Leclerc

13.00

After a long day of press conferences and photos, it was finally time to party and let loose. I had told Charles, Alex and Lily that they could invite whoever they wanted. I had also told Lewis to come along as he wasn't able to attend the match. In conclusion most of the F1 grid made an appearance, almost all of them having chosen to stay a week in America after the last race.

I had chosen a club that had a discreet VIP section so that none of us would get spotted easily.

As soon as we arrive, the energy was unmatched. We have been there only an hour and Charles has bought me three shots already. Lily and I are already dancing on the tables. It is almost like the club knows all of our favourite songs. I have seen David and the guy from the airport making out on the dance floor, while George is running around with Alex on his back. It's complete and utter chaos but I'm loving every moment of it.

I start to feel the tiniest bit unsteady so I decide to get some water, letting Lily know where I'm going.

Waiting at the bar, Charles walks up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. I let my weight fall back onto him as he places soft kisses on my neck and shoulder.

"Enjoying yourself Summers?" he questions playfully, his breath hitting my skin.

"A bit too much," I giggle, as he lets go, my heart sinking at the lack of contact.

I turn to look at him, his eyes travelling over my features. We can't stop staring at each other, both of us completely smitten. Every time we lock eyes, it's like a magnetic pull drawing us closer, unable to look away.

"What?" I ask, as he continues to stare, a slight blush reaching my face.

"Nothing," he smirks, causing us both to smile wildly. Our staring competition is suddenly cut short as a rich British accent comes shouting our way.

"Well, I don't know about you mate, but I'm so happy that we don't have a race this weekend because I am fucked!" chuckles George, wrapping an arm around Charles' shoulder.

"We can tell," Charles replies, patting George's back, widening his eyes at me. I laugh at the two of them, everything seeming ten times funnier than it should be.

'I'll find you later,' mouths Charles, walking off with George to ensure he doesn't embarrass himself further. My heart warms at the clear friendship he has with most of the drivers.

"Aria!" squeals Lily, practically jumping onto me as she finds me again. "I seen Charles with his arms around you, is there something you're not telling me?!"

I glance around quickly to make sure nobody is within ears reach. "We may be official.." I grin, my voice trailing off because I know she's going to kill me for not telling her.

"Excuse me what?!"

I was right. She whacks me on the arm a few times with her purse. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asks, her face filled with anger.

"Because it only happened a few hours ago," I mention and her expression immediately softens.

"Ok, I forgive you," she says before grabbing my arm and pulling me back to the dancefloor. "C'mon let's dance!"

As the night goes on things begin to become more hazy, and faces began to blur together. I'm currently on the dancefloor with Charles and Lewis, both of them taking turns with twirling me around to the music. Lewis soon disappears to the bathroom and I find myself in Charles' arms once more.