𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮, charles

❝ drop everything now. ❞
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Testing week is officially over. Next time we'll be in the car is because it's race week. Race week, baby!

Pierre and I are in my hotel room right now, playing the old F1 2018 game. And I'm completely beating his ass. In real life and in the game.

We're both locked in, our eyes glued to the screen, as we navigate the twists and turns of the track. I'm driving in a Ferrari, and he in a RedBull.

It's the final lap, and he's just a few seconds ahead, but I can feel myself closing in on him.

"Not this time." He mutters, leaning forward as if that'll somehow make the car go faster. I nail the apex on the next corner.

I speed down the straight, hitting DRS, right on his tail. My palms are starting to sweat. The final chicane is coming up, and I know I have to be perfect.

He brakes late, just on the edge of losing control, and makes it through, but then I completely overtake him. I've somehow managed to sneak by, and now it's a drag race to the finish line.

"Come on, come on!" I yell at the screen, smashing the throttle button like it'll make a difference. We're neck and neck, but my nose is just ahead.

I cross the line just a split second before him. He slumps back on the bed, letting out a frustrated sigh, while I throw my hands up in victory.

"Got you again!" I laugh, and he can't help but crack a smile despite the loss.

"Next race, I'm taking you down." He threatens, already scrolling through the track selection.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see about that." I reply, still grinning.

He chooses a new track, determined to win this time. I feel my phone ring next to me. I read Arthur's name for the second time tonight and silence it. "I'll call him back again later. Now come on, I wanna beat your ass again."

He rolls his eyes as he chooses Silverstone and I still have my smirk on from beating him twice in a row now. We're full focus as the lights go out and away we go.

Barely a few seconds in, someone knocks on my door. We both ignore it, too focused to win. We can get really competitive, off and on track.

The person knocks again and I tell him to just ignore it. Except, "Charles! It's Maisie! Please open!" I hear her panicked voice and immediately throw my controller away.

"Pause it." I point at him as I go to answer the door and he grunts annoyingly.

My door flies open and I see her standing in front of me, wearing her little blue bicycle shorts with a white tee, her crocs on.

Door barely open, she starts blabbering, "There's a spider in my room, Lando has company, I'm too scared to bother Lewis, George and Alex are in an other hotel... And I'm completely terrified of those little things."

"So I'm your fifth choice?" I question, acting offended as I cross my arms together, frowning and tilting my head.

"No! I just didn't want to bother you..." She defends.

I sigh, relaxing my arms again. "Okay, Freckles, if you ever need something, I'm always here, how many times do I have to remind you?"

She gulps, looking up at me. I know she feels bad for knocking on my door but I don't think she realizes just how unbothered I am and am grateful she's coming for help.

"I'm sorry." She apologizes for no reason.

"Don't be. Just don't forget next time." I reassure her before changing the subject back to her initial problem. "I have company too, so—"