all eyes on you - carlos sainz jr F1

19

I'm lying on the boat asleep, basking in the sun like a cat. Charles lies beside me, a cap covering his eyes as he snores lightly.

While he sleeps I take the time to look at him, really look at him. As far as fake boyfriends go, he was probably equally as beautiful as Harry was. His muscles were very defined and he had a gorgeous tan that told me he was European. He is gorgeous and I understand the obsession with him.

But there was just something about him that was attractive but platonic at the same time. Given the chance, I mean, if I knew him better who knows what could happened.

"Pourqoui me regardes-tu?"Charles whispers, why are you looking at me? 

I giggle but don't look away. "Tais toi, Charlie. Don't be so self-obsessed."

He takes his hat off and smiles at me. "Charlie now? Gosh. Can I call you a nickname?" He asks and I shrug, now looking away.

"Cami is a popular one. Feel free to get more creative if you want." I say with a shrug.

"Millie? Or Milla?" He asks and I smile.

"Those are new, most people start with the first half of my name," I say and he smiles.

"Milla it is, I'll be the first to call you that." He says with a grin.

"Well, then I have to come up with something creative...Wait!" I say laughing as I sit up. "Chuckles! It's perfect!" I say and Charles rolls his eyes.

"Chuckles? No! It's like this, it makes me sound puéril!"

I snicker. "Milla and Chuckles, how cute," I say lying back down. "Nicknames make these things more believable," I say solemnly and Charles laughs.

"Si vous le dites." He mummers and I laugh.

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I'm mid-shower when my phone starts ringing so much that it falls off the sink. I scramble out of the shower and stretch out my hand to catch it, narrowly missing it as it slides through my fingers. I let out a groan and mutter curses.

Immediately I'm greeted with hundreds of notifications from all sorts of apps. Some from twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Facebook everything. My phone was blowing up.

I see that Georgiana has left me a billion calls and texts. I sigh, wrap my bathrobe around me and press answer.

"Hi, George..." I mutter quietly.

"CAMI! When I said handle this I didn't mean date Charles fucking Leclerc!! Cami, do you know how bad this looks? I don't even know where to begin!" Her diatribe continues and I sigh, sinking further into my skin.

"George I didn't-" I start and she cuts me off

"No! I don't care what you didn't do you did make a mess of everything that I have been trying to fix! Your parents are both ringing me in hysterics! It's ridiculous! You may be 27 but you still can't handle any adult problems, do not do anything else. I'm trying to fix this ASAP." She says, and I've never heard her sound so mad. She hung up but not before I heard her muttering about irresponsibility.

George being mad at me makes me want to cry, she's like a second mother to me and she raised me just as much as my actual parents. She was my parent on the road and she meant a lot to me, I loved her a lot. I hated her being disappointed in me, it felt like getting an F on a test.

"Sarah!" I cry and she comes running in.

"What? Cam, what happened? Who-" She sees me on the floor crying and kneels next to me immediately. "What happened, babe?"

I feel my lips wobble and I suck in a breath. "I think I messed up." I say, my voice cracking a little.

"Oh girl, I'm sure it's not that bad Cam! Trust me, it'll be fine, just fine okay? No matter how bad things get there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, okay?"  Sarah says and I shake my head.

"George sounded really upset, Sae. What if I've done it? I don't want to get cancelled." I say and Sarah scoffs.

"Babe, you are too iconic to be cancelled. You're the next big thing okay? Trust me, Charles won't ruin your image. He'll be good for you okay? Just breathe." As she she said this I realised that I had stopped breathing and my hands were shaking now too.

I force myself to take a breath and then I hear a cluttering outside the door opens and Charles and Lando are standing outside.

"Milla? Sarah? What's going on?" Charles asks.

I force myself to breathe. "Nothing." I put a hand on my chest and forced myself to slow down. "Are we almost ready to leave?" I ask trying to take my mind off what is happening.

Charles was flying us to Spain next. Normally he would fly with Carlos but with the circumstances that were currently happening, me 'with' Charles and Carlos with everyone in Monaco he figured it would be best not to and just take Sarah, Lando and myself.

Charles looks befuddled. "Uh, oui? Wheels up in five, no?" He asks Lando who nods and still looks concerned.

Once my breath has returned to normal I shake my head and force myself to stand. "Okay, I'll be out soon. I'll see you all outside I need some space and time okay?" I ask and smile at them. "Thank you all though."

They all file out and I'm left to the quiet of my mind.

I had suffered weird anxiety attacks since I was little, Sarah was one of the only people who could calm me down. No one knew the depth to which my fears went. I had done well to hide it, really it only ever showed up before acting in front of cameras or when someone I loved and trusted was disappointed in me. It was some weird validation that I needed.

Part of some weird thing I had always needed, it's what made finding a true significant other and friends so hard. I had thought that maybe I'd found that with Carlos but alas, what did it really matter anyway? He didn't care about me.

Or at least not in the way I wanted, he was too busy chasing the same feeling as every girl in Monaco. I'd seen the tweets, I saw them hours ago. He'd been photographed leaving the bar last night with a girl, then seen with a different one at lunchtime, by mid-afternoon there was someone else on his arm. 

I realised that I was just another girl in his rotation and he was recycling what was available to him, it didn't sit right with me but I was using Charles and if it made Carlos feel better he could use every girl in Europe, as long as he didn't interfere with Charles and my plan.

After all, the reaction I had when I saw the photos of him and some supermodel was normal right? Even if I did feel like I'd been kicked in the face. 

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lowkey hate, low-key hate so much. but its all you munchkins get, soz xoxo 

Also, IGNORE MY SPELLING ERRORS, CAUSE THEY AINT EVEN THERE OKAY??? and if i spelt something wrong in French please correct me and I'll fix it asap! i try my best xoxox