F1 one shots

Help - charles leclerc 💧

Prompt: 46

You and Charles have never been the closest of friends constantly fighting and arguing and of course you get all the backlash for hating the Prince of formula one but when the press and the pressure gets too much for you, you find an unexpected shoulder to cry on

Word count: 1344
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Cameras flash and screams erupt around me but not for me...for him the 'Prince of Monaco' the Prince of their hearts he makes me sick he's such a fake the smile he shows full of past torment towards me the snarky comments and illegal karting moves I hate that man with my entire being

We make eye contact he smirks making my eyes roll in annoyance always playing the nice guy to the cameras
"Y/n excited for race week" we both begin walking into the paddock fans chanting
"Like you care Charles" I snap getting pretty pissed off with this act man I need to get away from him but being his teammate and all I guess it's kind of difficult
"Come see some fans" he whispers closer to my ear making me pull away quickly but follow him towards the row of fans most fans smile and take photos with me and I try to sign every hat I can but when I reach a little girl about 10 years old she pulls her hat back quickly and shakes her head
"Like i want your signature. You don't deserve to be here. You dont deserve to be Charles' teammate I hope you crash on Sunday" she snarls and instead of being reprimanded by her parents everyone around her just laughs evilly I shake my head and walk away defeated I don't even want to be here anymore obviously everyone hates me.

It's media day so I'm currently in an interview with one of the sky sports reporters and he's asking me all about the car and my personal strategies for this week
"Charles leclerc has managed to bend the car to fit his style of driving making him get the most out of the car have you managed to do the same maybe with the new upgrades you can get up on the podium with him?" I swear to god I wish to never hear that man's name ever again everyone knows that car has been built around his skill set so obviously he's bound to get podium results with it whilst I'm stuck with p5/p4's
Simon notices my discomfort from answering the question so pushes further
"Do you and Charles get equal input to the car? Would you chalk your results up to the car or the driver? Fans have noticed the clear hatred between you and your teammate is that due to results or is their some other pressing issue. Y/n can you answer any of my questions please" he asks but I just look down at the microphone moving in my shaky hand my chest is feeling tighter with every breath I need to get away from here I need a break no one wants me here anymore just let me go.

"Will you excuse me" I croak then jump from my seat and rush towards the Ferrari building tears welling in my eyes I can't do this, I don't want to do this anymore why has he ruined everything good in my life I hate him I hate him I-
"Shit sorry I didn't know anyone was in here" I mumble wiping away the tears that had at some point poured over onto my cheeks I turn to leave when I hear him shout
"Woah hey wait come back" his Monegasque accent switches on a siren in my head warning me to walk away but my feet stand still my body turned away from him slightly as I desperately hold back the tears

"I just wanted somewhere quiet-hidden to you know settle" I tell him a few shaky sobs poking through
"I promise to be quiet, come sit"
"Charles please" he jumped up from his seat on the ground and grabs my hand I want to pull my hand away but I don't I let him guide me to the ground I let him hold my hand as he strokes it softly

"Whatever happens in the store room stays in the store room I promise. I heard what that little girl said this morning I tried to find you after to tell you it wasn't true but you'd disappeared. You have so many fans out their who love you don't let that ignorant and I'm sure naive girl put you down" his eyes are widen fighting to find mine as I look down to the ground avoiding the situation I've currently found myself in
"It's not just the girl it's all of them the entire tifosi, the media and press hell I just had an interview with Simon at sky sports and he was basically saying how this car was made for you and I'm just being a problem which of course is true but still. They don't want me here anymore I think after this race I'm done I can't do it anymore" the tears are falling more violently now the sobs are burning my chest as they scream to be let loose Charles puts his hand under my chin forcing my chin up to look at him

"Hey don't say that come on, you are an amazing driver and an even better person you worked your ass off to get here you can't let what they say take that away from you you've got to prove them all wrong you have to be the face that a little girl looks up to and says 'I want to be just like her' think of how many people do that think of how many people have your posters up in their room or got into karting cause you showed them that girls can do it. Your amazing y/n the world need you in f1...I need you in f1." He brushes my tears and I bite my lip to stop them nodding sadly he's right I have to stick this out I have to use this as the fuel to my success story I can do this I haven't spoken yet but I watch as Charles simply nods and gets up to leave but before he's totally out of reach I throw my hand forward grabbing his making him stop in his tracks and look back at me
"Wait..please don't go yet...just one more minute" I whisper pulling him down to sit next to me I put my head on his shoulder and focus solely on the way his thumb brushes circles on my leg
"Thank you Charlie. If only we could be this friendly outside the store room" I joke and he sighs
"We could be y/n if only you stopped hating me and allowed yourself to see just how much I liked you. But alas whatever happens in the store room must stay in the store room" he smiles and I look up to see him a new glow illuminates his face showing his features, the features I once despises seeing don't seem so horrible just now especially his lips have they always looked so perfect most of his features are perfect but those lips
"If you want to kiss me kiss me" he breathes and I just now realise how close we are sat I mean I'm practically on top of the man
"Okay..." our lips brush gently a spark of excitement setting them off into a frenzy we're acting as if we've been starved of this for years caressing each others bodies and face whilst deepening the kiss before this goes to far i reluctantly pull back my breathing heavy my forehead pressed against his our eyes swimming in the others
"Back to reality" I mutter standing and walking out the room but not before turning and mouthing a sincere thank you to him