Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Illicit Affairs 🔥| Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: _seria1s_

Done in Charles POV
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I patted the inside of my tux for what felt like the hundredth time morning. My mind was running a million miles an hour and I wanted to make sure everything was ready. T-Minus one hour.

Vows, check.
Rings, check.
Tissues, check.
Sanity, questionable. 

I took a final look at myself in the mirror, smoothing down my bowtie. I had waited nearly fifteen years for this moment. I was set to marry the love of my life, my childhood best friend, my confidant, my girl. 

Emile, Emi, is everything to me. If I was the sky, she was the stars. If I was the moon, she was the sun. She made every aspect of my life better and brighter. It was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle when we had our first kiss. We were made for each other the way she fit in my arms, the way her hand fit in mine. 

I adjusted the pin on my lapel, my papa's pin. Oh how I had wished he'd be here to see me marry the girl he always said I'd end up with. I'd remember when we were younger he'd have us both on his lap, telling us crazy stories about how we'd fall in love with each other when we were older. We'd run away screaming 'ew gross!!', but look at us now. I stared at my reflection in the mirror again. "Hope I'm making you proud papa."

I grabbed what I needed and headed down a few floors to what's apparently called a grooms suite? I never knew those existed, but of course Pierre and Joris pulled out all the stops for my wedding. I knocked three times, the door opening up to reveal a chaotic scene. I laughed at all my groomsmen.

Enzo was attempting to tie Arthurs bowtie, Carlos was fixing his hair in the mirror, Pierre was yelling at someone on the phone in French- oh god I hope that has nothing to do with the wedding...and my hometown friends were taking bets on if I'd cry when Emi walked down the aisle or not. Max, the only one who looked calm, patted my shoulder and welcomed me inside.

"Leclerc, you ready?"

"You have no idea."

"Well, savor in the moment. The first and last time you'll ever beat me at something" he teased. 

"If I retired right now, I'd still have the best trophy of all, Emi" I winked.

"Jesus mate, you're a simp."

I laughed, not even disagreeing with him. When it came to Emile, I would do anything and everything for her...and if that made me a simp, then so be it.

Pierre finally got off his angry call, carrying a tray of shots. "Our boy is getting married! Who thought we'd see Charles Leclerc getting married before all of us!"

Joris, my best man, lifted a shot in the air, all the boys doing the same. "Cheers to the beautiful couple.. Here's to 100 years of love, good vibes, good times, good sex and good health. Salud!"

I nearly choked on the good sex part, but knocked back my shot either way. I was so blessed to have such amazing friends in my life, those who uplifted and wanted the best for me.

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I stepped out of the suite for a minute, taking a moment for myself in the hallway. I was checking my phone for any messages that needed my attention when I heard laughter coming from the other side of the hall. In their bridesmaid dresses I saw Kika and Lena skipping towards me with a face I couldn't quite read.

"Hi Charles" Kika said, a smirk painted on her face.

"Kika, everything alright?"

"Oh everything is perfect, we have something for you."