Fan Boy | Charles Leclerc (ON BREAK)

Chapter 19: Tired

♫ Sparks - Coldplay

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CHARLES' POV
Light beams through our bedroom window as we get dressed for a day out. I look at Julianna, who slips on a white dress. I automatically walk towards her as she gets the sleeves on, going to help her with the back zip. She whispers a 'thank you', moving her hair out of the way.

I zip up the dress before planting a kiss on her nape, wrapping my hands around her waist

"I was thinking," I start, swaying her in my arms. "I've met your mum, so... maybe you could meet mine tonight? Over dinner,"

"Really?" She chimes, fixing her jewellery.

"Really," I respond, breaking the hug. "My mum's been excited to meet you,"

"Why?" She laughs.

"Who wouldn't be excited to meet a princess?" I joke.

"Oh, stop it," she giggles, putting her earrings in.

"Tonight at nine," I say. "Dinner at my mum's house,"

She turns around and gives me a chaste kiss. "Can't wait,"

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JULIANNA'S POV
"You're sure she'll like me?" I ask for the dozenth time.

"Yes, Julie. You're funny, talented, smart, stunning— what's not to love?" Charles says, making my heart melt.

"You give me too much credit, Charles," I say as we walk up to the main door of his mother's home.

Charles must've sent her a text because the door swings open without a knock.

"Maman," Charles leans in for a big hug, kissing both sides of her cheeks alternately. "It's nice to see you,"

"It's lovely to see you as always, my son," she hugs back. "I see you've brought me a surprise," her attention averts to me.

"Hello ma'am," I greet, sticking my hand out for a shake.

She accepts it. "You must be the Julianna Dumont,"

"Oh, that's too much," I blush. "But I am,"

"I've heard your music— big fan," she says unexpectedly.

I think about all the not-so-meeting-your-boyfriend's-mum-for-the-first-time-friendly topics I've sung about, and my chest grows warm.

"T-thank you, Mrs Leclerc," I stutter.

"Just Pascale will do," she suggests.

"Thank you, Pascale," I correct, despite it feeling a little unnatural.

"Alright you two. Come in, food's getting cold,"

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"—and then he fell over!" Pascale finishes a story from Charles childhood, clapping her hands in amusement.

"No way!" I laugh, clutching my stomach.

"It's not that funny, amore mio," Charles whines.

"But it is!" I wheeze, feelings tears in my eyes.

I collect my composure briefly until my eyes meet Pascale's, and we burst out into a fit of laughter again.

"Alright," Charles grins at us, confiscating our nearly empty bottle of alcohol. "Enough wine for both,"

"Aw, buzzkill," I say, pouting.

"I like her, Charles," Pascale says, and my heart warms. "I think she's the one,"