so long, london • charles leclerc

cinq

"my spine split from carrying us

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up the hill"

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"oh my gosh! i'm so sorry!" i freaked out.

clumsy me had bumped into one of the most gorgeous girls i have ever seen.

she had gorgeous brown eyes and was wearing a light sage gym set underneath a black puffer jacket. her hair was tied up and she looked so effortlessly beautiful.

"no, don't worry about it querida i wasn't looking either. are you okay?" she says sweetly. her voice matched her sweet and soft appearance, gosh she was flawless.

"yeah yeah- i'm ok. sorry again- it's just that someone was calling me." i stutter as i try to explain myself. gosh why do i get so nervous around pretty girls..

"no it's all good, hey- i know this is gonna sound really strange... but do u model by any chance? i feel like i've worked with you before..." the stranger wonders.

of course she was a model, it would be criminal if she wasn't. but aside from that thought, i started to panic inside.

majority of the models i've worked with were not nice. a lot of them liked to play the sweet friend act and try to get insight on my personal life. and naive little me would fall right into their trap everytime.

this girl felt different though. she just radiated sweetness. i couldn't describe it.

"oh!- uh.. i guess.. i've done a view shoots here and there.." i try to answer vaguely.

"ella...? or- stella is it?"

for fucks sake.

"oh no sorry i think you might've gotten me mixed up with someone else.. my names- my names june." i lie.

"oh.. sorry that's my bad, you just look really familiar. i'm-" the woman was interrupted by my phone which started ringing again.

i groan out loud as i take my phone out. if emma wasn't so good at her damn job she would've been fired after the third call.

my frown was immediately replaced with surprise as i look to see that it's not emma calling me;

it was matilda.

"hey- im so sorry but my sister's calling me. so nice to meet you your very pretty- ok bye see ya!" i stutter quickly as i turn around and quickly walk away back to my house.

i felt bad for just scrambling away from her- in who i didn't even get her name, after she was so nice to me after i bumped into her but i needed to answer my phone. and also a bit nervous as it's been quite a while since my sister and i last talked.

matilda and i have a one hell of a relationship.

she never liked me growing up- in fact she hated me before i was even born. it never made sense to me as i couldn't think of any reason why she would despise me so much, but as i got older, it started to all make sense.

my sister was 8 years older than me, meaning she grew up an only child when suddenly i was born, taking all the attention away from her. i did everything to get her to like me and build a relationship, but the favouritism my dad showed towards me didn't help.

my mum never made one of us feel less or more important than the other while my dad was constantly buying me new things and showing me off to family members. so my parents getting divorced was probably what started our relationship. matilda still did everything she could to avoid talking to me, but when she didn't, there were no more nasty looks or comments thrown at me.

the big turn around was definitely after my 16th birthday. my dad who i had refused to speak to after the divorce bought me a brand new car for my 16th birthday. it was beautiful and very expensive.

but matilda who i was slowly but surely getting closer to, was shattered into a million pieces. my dad had always told her that he would never buy us a car because he wanted us to work for it and buy it with our own money, and so she did. my mum didn't have a lot of money because my dad was the provider for the family, and so matilda got her first car when she was 19 which she bought herself but it was nowhere near the car my dad bought me.

then all of a sudden all the hard work i put in into getting my sister to like me was gone down the drain. she moved out, cut off all contacts with me and it shattered me. it was unfair.

but then i did something.

i sold the car then used it to pay her school tuition to her dream university.

matilda never went to university because we couldn't afford it and my dad refused to pay for her, even after she got a scholarship to columbia and other ivy league schools, which was her all time dream.

columbia was definitely much more than i expected, but with the success of my first album, i was able to put that along with selling the car to get her in.

of course she had removed all contacts with me, but after my mum reached out and told her what i had done, i had come home after school one day to see her in my room. as soon as she saw me she broke down into tears in front of me. it was the first time she had let me see her so vulnerable as she kept apologising and apologising for everything.

that day, our relationship changed forever.

and now years later, here we were. matilda was living her dream life in her dream city, at her dream school where she would be graduating next year, with her dream man that she was engaged to, with her dream daughter that turned 3 a few weeks ago. she had it all.

and i couldn't be any prouder.

"hey tilda" i say answering the phone.

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A/N sorry for disappearing i've been doing essays all week and that put me off writing even more 😭

this is really bad and rushed but i just wanna get through all the introductions so we can hurry up and meet charles😉

anyways miami??? ferrari p2 and p3?? danny ric p4 in sprint then p20 in quali 😭???? and poor little lando gets strolled in turn 2 of the sprints then gets fined after 😭😭

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