Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Heaven Takes You Home | Charles Leclerc

Author's Note: Charles fluff is my favorite 

Done in Charles POV
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The breeze is light today, just enough to feel it whip through my hair as the yacht sails on. But it's not the breeze I'm focused on. It's her, sitting on the deck below, legs curled up with one hand holding a book. My girl. My Celine.

She doesn't know I'm watching her, and I'm grateful for these moments, the ones where I can just take her in without interruption. She's beautiful in a way that makes my chest tighten. Not just the way the sunlight hits her skin or the way her eyes sparkle when she laughs. It's deeper than that, there's this softness about her, a beauty that radiates from within. 

Her beauty is the kind that travels into your soul, not just something to admire from the surface. It's in her eyes, the way they light up when she catches me staring, like she knows every thought running through my mind without me having to say a word. I don't think she'll ever understand how much she's changed my life, how she pulled me out of the darkest parts of my mind when I didn't even realize I was drowning. 

Before her, it was like I was living in this fog...everything was about the next race, the next challenge, the constant pressure. I pushed people away, convinced myself that it was better to handle things on my own. But she...she saw right through all of that. There was a moment, I don't think I'll ever forget it, when she looked at me after a particularly tough day.

"You don't have to carry it all, Charles. It's okay to share your burdens with someone." 

Something in the way she said it cracked me open. She didn't try to fix me, she just let me be. And that's when everything started to change. I found myself opening up to her, telling her things I hadn't admitted to anyone, not even myself. She didn't save me like some kind of hero in a story. It wasn't about swooping in and rescuing me. It was simpler than that. 

She reminded me that it's okay to let people in, that it's okay to be vulnerable. With her, I'm not the driver under all the pressure. I'm just me. And somehow, that's enough. I catch her eye now, and she smiles softly, that smile that reaches all the way to her eyes, making me feel like I'm the luckiest guy in the world. 

Because I am. 

It's crazy to think about how much has changed, how much I've changed because of her. I used to think I had to be perfect, to never show weakness. But she's shown me that being flawed, being real, is what makes me human. And for that, I'll never be able to thank her enough. 

I stand up slowly, taking my time as I make my way down to the deck. She still hasn't noticed me coming closer, her eyes back on the book, completely immersed. There's something so calming about the way she sits there, so at ease. 

When I sit down beside her, she glances over with a small smile. No words are exchanged between us, they don't need to. I shift until I'm laying against her, resting my head on her lap, and she mindlessly starts to run her fingers through my hair. Her touch is gentle, her fingertips grazing my scalp, and I close my eyes, feeling the tension from the week melt away. 

It's moments like these when everything else fades into the background. None of it matters when I'm with her like this. The warmth of the sun settles over us, and for the first time in what feels like ages, I let go. I let myself be still, letting my mind drift. I don't say anything, because right now, words would ruin it. There's nothing to fix, nothing to figure out. Just the quiet, steady beat of this moment with her. 

She has this way of grounding me, of making everything seem so simple. As if all the noise and chaos that used to consume my mind doesn't stand a chance when she's near. It's strange to think how someone can do that, pull you out of your own head without even trying. But she does...every single time.