Monaco - Saturday & Sunday
{ AU request - part 2 }"Max, did you hear... what's wrong?" Taylor asked, stepping out of the bathroom while the Dutchman was still starring at his notebook.
"Cha... Charles Leclerc gave me his number." he then stuttered and only a moment later Taylor was next to him, looking at the open page.
She slapped a hand in front of her mouth before she turned towards her friend.
"He... likes you, he want you to text him!" she beamed and jumped from the bed, pacing through the room.
"I don't know, I really have no interest in a random hook-up, I told you." Max sighed in return.
"Mate, that's Charles fucking Leclerc, he's not some weirdo, he's the current world champion, extremely good looking and really handsome. And maybe he didn't even wanna hook up, who says he's gay?"
"What else should he want? He clearly can have anybody if he wants one, so why should he go for a dude like me? And as I said I don't wanna hook-up, famous and good looking or not." Max said and closed the notebook.
"Maybe he wants to get to now you, maybe he's interested." Taylor returned and grabbed the book, opening the page again.
"Yeah right, the famous Charles Leclerc is interest in me, Max Verstappen, a random teacher from Holland, yeah sure." the Dutchman mumbled, but Taylor was already next to him again, grabbing his phone.
"You will never find out if you don't text him, so let's go." she said and already typed in the number from the notebook.
Maybe it wasn't even his real number and he was making a funny joke, max thought, more he hoped so this would quickly have an end. He was here with his friends, to have a nice few days, already flying back on Monday morning so there was no space for... this.
"Okay, so what do you wanna text him?" Taylor asked excited, the chat already open on Max's phone, the number saved as Charles the Champion.
"I have no idea, maybe we shouldn't do that." Max sighed but his friend got all excited and even suggested calling Lukas and Steve in on that, but luckily they didn't responded to their phones.
"Ok, they we start easy." Taylor said and type something.
Max wanted to grab the phone but she pulled it away, laughing before she hit send and threw the phone back in Max's lap, walking into the bathroom again.
"He's probably asleep now, but let's wait for tomorrow." she chuckled while Max wanted to die right on spot, slowly looking at the display. He expected something like 'I'm your biggest fan' or 'Can you marry me?' as Taylor was quite crazy sometimes, but this time she had been nice.
unknown number
Hi, are you giving away your number multiple times a day or do you remember who I am?It was good, it really was and Max now even got curious himself, but still knowing that probably the driver had no idea. The Dutchman even wanted to turn the phone off, when he suddenly saw that Leclerc was online, reading his message as the blue check marks appeared.
(Charles is saved in Max's phone as Charles the Champion while Max is saved in Charles's phone Cute Dutchman as he saw/heard that Max was Dutch)
Charles the Champion
I only give my number to cute looking Dutchman's with a Leclerc shirt on, so you definitely were the only one, amourMax was sitting on his bead, rereading the message for the tenth time when Taylor came back from the Bathroom.
"What? You're not happy with my text?" she asked and let herself fall onto the other side of the bed.
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Final Lap | F1 oneshots
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