Eyes Don't Lie | Charles Leclerc

Part 1 | Fix You

December 31, 2022

Drunk and stumbling through the streets of Monaco, Charles wondered what there was left to live for. He had never experienced this level of self doubt and hate for himself before. 2022 was one of the worst racing seasons of his life. Empty lies, broken promises, the WDC slipping through his fingers. His dream floating further away from him.

He simply wasn't good enough. He couldn't handle the pressure, cracking under the eyes of the tifosi, of his team. Life had spiraled further and further out of control for Charles and who was going to help him?

He looked towards the sky as fireworks lit up the night. He took another swig of the bottle of vodka he discreetly slipped out of the club. "Désolé papa," he whispered, ashamed of himself. He tripped on his own two feet, landing face first in a bush. He didn't even have the energy to move, let alone get himself up.

He nearly fell victim to the exhaustion that overtook him, until suddenly Charles heard an angelic voice call out to him...was this heaven?

"Allo...are you okay?"

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

January 1, 2023

I'm surround by warmth, feeling the sunshine creep up on my face. For the first time in a while I feel...safe. I must have found my way back to my apartment, right? I blinked my eyes open, the sunlight temporarily blinding me. No this wasn't my apartment. Fuck. Whose bed was this? Did I fuck someone from the club? 

My mind was racing faster than my brain could catch up to. My head throbbed from all the drinking I surely did last night. I looked around at the strange bedroom I was in. There weren't a lot of personal touches to bedroom, giving me the impression it was a guest room, but whose? The blanket I was wrapped in smelled of vanilla and honey. They were a silky cream color, the coolness of the material feeling good against my warm skin.

I pulled the blanket off of myself, revealing that I was just in my boxers and nothing else. That wasn't a good sign, things weren't adding up. I swung my legs over to the side of the bed revealing a note on the nightstand. There was a glass of water, 2 tablets and a note that said 'take me :)' Chugging the water and knocking the pills back, I got up trying to figure out where I was. 

I saw a pile of what looked like my clothes I'd wear to the club, neatly folded in a pile on the chair. It smelled freshly washed, something I was appreciative of. I slipped on the jeans and white t-shirt hoping to figure out whose apartment I was in. Taking a quick look in the mirror, I hardly recognized myself. My hair was a mess, the bags under my eyes were horribly dark and I looked exhausted. 

I turn the doorknob open and carefully crept out of the room. Walking through the hallway I saw really nice furniture and accent pieces scattered around. Whoever owned the apartment had good taste. Walking along, I saw tons of pictures tastefully hung up along the walls. Family, friends and landmarks were scattered around. I curiously noticed one girl in majority of the photos, assuming it was her apartment I was in. 

She was stunning to say the least. She had long curly brown hair and green eyes. Her eyes reminded me of a emeralds, vibrant and full of life. I didn't even know her, but there was something captivating about her. I guess it wasn't totally horrible that I ended up here. 

My eyes trailed the rest of the photos she had up. She looked so loved in all her photos. Lots of friends, lots of traveling and a bunch of amazing family photos. A lump formed in my throat looking at her and what seemed like her grandparents. Her dad was noticeably missing from some of the photos. Otherwise, they all looked so...happy.

I was taken out of my thoughts by the light sound of singing. That voice sounded so familiar, angelic almost. "Hello... Are you okay?" my mind remembered hearing last night. I walked towards the sound and into the kitchen area where the girl from the photos was making coffee. She was singing along to 'Fix You', my favorite Coldplay song...

I admired her voice, so smoothly singing each note. She glided around the kitchen with ease, the flow of her dress following her every step. The singing stopped, without even turning around she must have sensed my presence. She turned to face me, my heartbeat rapidly increasing as I stared into her siren eyes. I finally recognized who the girl from the photos was, she was my savior and I didn't even know it yet. 

"Good morning, Charles."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 

Author's Note: Chapters will start off short then become longer. There will be time skips + past/present chapters! All of them are done in Charles POV unless specified ❤️