I watched as we passed street lights upon street lights. I had woken up about ten minutes ago, yet it felt like an eternity.
I was so confused on why I was in the car, eventually I remembered. I didn't dare move a muscle. I felt somebody playing with my hands and I didn't know if I wanted to find out who it was.
Their breathing was slow, calming, almost relaxing in a way. It was sharp, deep and slow as if they were nervous.
I could hear mumbles, words I couldn't make out. Spanish? No, it was too meticulous to be Spanish. It must be French I thought. Did Pierre or Esteban take me home? No, probably not because Kika or Flavy weren't there.
I could hear the quiet hum of the taxi driver, as cars flew past. I was considering the best possible way to find out who it was. I conjured up a plan, the only thing left was to test it.
As the car turned on the roundabout I let my body fall to the other side. My head contact with a rough shoulder. I felt an arm immediately wrap itself around me, before the oddly familiar cologne filled my nose. I couldn't work out where I had smelt it previously, but I knew I definitely had.
Whoever it was felt warm, comforting. I looked up gently playing it off, as my head moved whilst I had been sleeping.
It. Was. Charles.
What do I do?!?
I'm currently wrapped in his arms in a taxi, which I have no idea where it's going, in the middle for what I know is nowhere!
*Charles view*
I watched her, as she laid in my arms. I didn't dare look away. She was far too beautiful to brush aside her beauty. I could sit here and watch her for an eternity if I was allowed. Ever since she had toppled from the other side of the car into me I couldn't stop staring.
I noticed as we rapidly approached the hotel. I didn't want this moment to end, but like every good thing in the world, it must. I requested the driver to park around the back, so we could avoid all the fans and stop rumours circulating. I wouldn't mind the rumours but her and I started, in fact I would love for them to. At least then the other drivers would back off a bit. I see them stare at her.
I paid the taxi driver and got out the fresh air biting at my bare arms and I hoisted her up into my arms bridal style. I had called one of the members of staff like we had been instructed to previously whilst we were still in the car. I knocked lightly, before hearing some keys shuffle and then slowly the door opened.
I greeted the polite face of an Asian lady around her sixties. "You're a cute couple! Young and in love. You barely ever see that anymore these days. Treating women like objects. I'm glad there are still gentlemen like you around. We need good souls in this world" she tutted. I smiled at her.
" She isn't my girlfriend, she's my teammate's best friend. Truly, anyone would be lucky to be able to call themselves hers." She awed me. I couldn't help it. Somebody had to say it. I said goodbyes after making small talk with the kind lady.
I carried her up the flight of stairs to avoid anybody either of us knew. I was panting carrying her up, but I eventually got there. It hadn't tired me out. I was so careful with her so I wouldn't drop her that it felt as if I had run a marathon.
Then it dawned on me. Where was her keycard for her room and more importantly where is her room?! I searched for her as best I could but there was no card in sight. Suddenly, in a rush I remembered her small red purse, it had made me smile when I saw it. Red like Ferrari. Red like my colour red. It must've been left in the taxi I thought, as I sighed.
She had to come to my room, I decided.
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Charles and ElleCee in the same hotel room?!
What about Lando?
I haven't proof read the next couple chapters, if there's any errors please let me know❤️
