𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭, maisie

❝ oh god, it's just not fair of him to make me feel this much. ❞
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I can't fucking believe I sang for Charles last night. What the fuck is wrong with me? You don't just play a guy you met twenty four hours ago's piano and then sing while he watches you.

Fuck, he must think I'm super weird.

And my pajamas were basically see through man! I didn't really think when I grabbed them. I took the first pair of shorts and shirt in sight and shoved them into the bag. I also didn't know I was going to sleep over at Charles!

The night was just a mess. I don't think I actually slept, despite the comfortable mattress. It's around eight thirty now. I think I fell asleep around five maybe?

I turn over in the bed and reach for my phone, needing to text a couple of people. Lando Norris being the first one.

LANDOO🫠🧡

u little rat, i'm gonna kill u

I send, fully planning on keeping my word. Maybe I won't kill him but it's damn sure I'm gonna slap him at least.

I then open the conversation with my cousin. I texted her yesterday night and she's just replied an hour ago.

LIV💕

i just landed in france
waiting for my plane to u
be ready monaco's about
to get even better🤪

hahahaha
waiting for u

I put my phone away and look up at the ceiling, staring at the white wall. I groan, grabbing a pillow from beside me, and pull it over my head, suffocating myself for a second.

Not to self: If I ever end up in Charles's bed again, it better be because we're about to do it.

I throw the pillow back and get out of bed. I put my socks on and am not in the mood to put my shoes on, I stay in my socks only and head out of the room.

I double back though the second I remember I'm still not wearing a bra. Can't let what happened last night repeat itself.

Once on, I make my way out officially. I'm not sure if Charles is going to be awake at this hour. I need to get going though, but I can't leave without saying thank you.

I walk through the corridor and head for the kitchen, needing a big class of water first. Entering it, I stop my steps instantly.

Oh God.

Oh my fucking- shit.

Lord, I love you.

I just stepped into a room with a shirtless Charles Leclerc. He was wearing the same grey pants last night, but a minor difference is that he was wearing a shirt.

He hasn't even turned around yet and I'm feeling my heart pound in my chest, about to explode. My eyes trace the broad expanse of his shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist, forming that perfect V shape.