Formula 1 | One Shots

I Love You 3000 | Charles Leclerc

Author's Note: my Marvel obsession has entered the chat

Done in dual POV. Random fluffy storyyyyy ❤️ 

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Charles POV

Ella was like my personal star. She was the light that shined the brightest, always guiding me home. The way her heart was so full of love and care, she almost didn't seem real. I wanted to protect her delicate heart for as long as she'd let me. Too many times she had been hurt from overly loving and overly trusting. I silently vowed to myself that I would never let anyone steal the twinkle from her eyes, I'd always protect her.

Ella and I met a year and a half ago, by chance, after I had fumbled my home race AGAIN due to another Ferrari strategy gone wrong. 

I was sulking alone on my yacht, parked in the Monte Carlo harbor, hiding away from everyone. When I finally thought no one was around, considering it was 11pm, I had walked off and headed towards my car. 

That's when I spotted her. Her petite frame was sitting cross legged on a bench near the harbor with a pair of binoculars. It was a sight to see, especially because she was so engrossed in watching the stars, she hardly noticed me standing next to her. I didn't mean to pry, but something had drawn me closer to her, I was intrigued by her.

"Excuse me what are you-"

"- MERDE, please don't hurt me!" I watched as she protectively held herself away from me and I immediately felt guilty for sneaking up on her. It was dark, late and she was a woman alone on a bench with a stranger in a black hoodie approaching her. It looked bad.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to startle you!" She visibly relaxed when she saw my face. 

"No, sorry I though you were a robber or something."

"I swear I'm not a robber or a serial killer."

"Well that's something a serial killer would surely say. But wait, I know you from somewhere... Yeah.... you're an F1 driver, I saw you race today...." she trailed off, immediately realizing I probably did not want to be reminded how I dropped from P1 to P4 because of well...'we're checking.' 

"Uh yeah..that's me. I'm Charles, Charles Leclerc. And you are?"

"I'm Ella" she said, sticking her hand out. I took her hand in mine, watching the way it perfectly fit together. I was lost in a trance, shaking her hand while staring into her eyes. They were hazel but had specs of gold in them. She cleared her throat and I pulled my hand away awkwardly after realizing the normal amount of time to shake someones hand has elapsed.

We had so much in common, it was crazy. It was like Ella was the missing puzzle piece from my life. I still reminisce about our first hangout, when we realized we both wanted to get tickets to the premiere of Avengers: End Game, but none of our other friends had liked Marvel enough to want to watch it. That night I went home and pulled every string I could, to get tickets to the first evening showing in Monaco.

I remember how excited Ella was, making my heart clench as she wrapped her arms around my neck. After watching the movie together, Marvel became our thing. If I wasn't racing and a new movie had come out, we agreed to watch it together. 

I laughed to myself thinking of the first time we met and our first hangout. Ella and I had been dating for 7 months now and it has been one of the best relationships I had ever experienced. Today was the first birthday of hers we'd be celebrating as a couple. We'd become good friends after the night we met, but I hadn't officially asked her out, as we both agreed to take things slow and get to know each other.