𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣, charles

❝ i might barely know you, but still don't love you yet but probably will. ❞
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"You're far more than just a girl." I breathe out, looking her straight in the eyes.

I don't think she actually comprehends just how extraordinary she is. She's smart, she's a hard worker, she's talented, she's beautiful...

I have literally known her for twenty four hours and I can feel just how different she is than everyone else. I can't wait to actually get to know her more, spend more time with her.

"I know you mean it as a compliment," She starts, straightening her back. "But I'm literally just a girl with dreams."

I don't understand how she sees herself. Not any girl, or human, can just land a seat in one of the most prestigious Formula 1 teams, and at such a young age!

"Freckles," I bend over, getting us closer, my hand brushing against her knee in the process. "I don't get how your brain works just yet, but you've got to realize you're amazing."

"Every person on earth is amazing, they just have to find their self first." The corner of her lip twitches, a kind of small smile.

I nod my head hearing this. Every person on earth is amazing, they just have to find their self first. I don't think I'm ever going to forget this sentence. I sit back again, leaning back as I keep thinking of the sentence.

"Okay, now my turn." She clears her throat, changing the subject. She moves in her seat, making herself comfortable again. "What's the biggest lie you ever told someone?" She's changing her strategy of questioning and I like it.

I don't have to think about it. I know what it is. I'm just debating whether or not to say it or something else. We agreed not to lie to each other though. So fuck it, we're trying to get to know each other right?

"A few hours before my father died, I told him I signed for Ferrari when we exchanged our last words." I narrate, recalling the day like it was yesterday. I would have never forgiven myself if I didn't make it. I promised him, I couldn't disappoint him. "At the time, I still hadn't and he died thinking I was a Ferrari driver." I explain, my gaze falling a little back at a family picture of when we were kids, watching our first F1 race live in Monaco. "Luckily, I did make it now. So it's not a complete lie."

I look back at her, shaking off the memory. She's fully committed to hearing me. There's a kind of pain in her eyes, hearing the story.

"You worked for it, it's not luck." She clarifies for me. "And it's the outcome that matters, you didn't lie to your dad. You're a Ferrari driver aren't you?" I nod my head, still a little disbelief in me as I hear those words. I don't think I'll ever really get used to it. It's insane. "Then you didn't lie. Your final words to your father are exactly the reality you're living in."

No one ever made me feel okay with what I had said to dad on his death bed. Mom was so disappointed I had lied that day, she never spoke of it again. Lorenzo, Arthur and Madelyn too. They were mostly angry and didn't understand how I could lie to a dying man.

I just wanted him to be happy and proud of me before he passed.

And right now, Maisie, she's making me feel okay with my last interaction with my father which I had ruined in my head for the past two years.