𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃, charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, charles

❝ i see sparks fly whenever you smile. ❞
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Every single dream I've had since Sunday night, is about Maisie.

Every single thought I've had since that night, that was almost two weeks ago today, is about her.

The seconds the words 'I'm not wearing anything under this dress' left her mouth, I've just been imagining every single possible event that involves her not wearing anything under that dress.

I'm just obsessing at this point.

I haven't seen her ever since that night.

I thought getting her out of my head after kissing her would be hard. To add that night of constant back and forth flirting and teasing was just the cherry on top.

And my brain isn't helping at all. Whatever nerve or muscle memory or whatever it is that controls our dreams, seem to be even more obsessed with her than me.

I texted her the night after. She was pretty drunk by the end of the night, her and Lando the most out of all of us. Good thing George and Alex were already familiar with the situation because without them I'm not sure how we would've gotten them back to the hotel.

I wanted to make sure she was okay. And her answer? 'Why don't you call me and find out?'

My finger couldn't fly to that call button faster.

We spent two hours on that call. One hour just talking, the other playing each other on F1 2018. Each round one of us would win. There wasn't a definitive champion as we both got an equal amount of wins.

After that day she flew away to the UK, to the Mercedes headquarters. And when she came back, I had to go to Italy to Ferrari's headquarters. We missed each other by two hours.

That hasn't stopped us from talking though. By the end of the day, there's always one of us texting the other first or calling them.

We haven't talked about that night and neither the kiss, nor what she may or may not have promised me as a gift for my first win. Acting like two normal close friends.

With some flirty comments here and there that don't actually mean anything. At least, that's what we're telling ourselves.

It's Thursday today. Which means, it's media day. And God loves me because my partners for my first interview of the day are Maisie, Lando, Daniil and Pierre.

I'm talking with my PR officer as we walk to the interview room. She's giving me instructions as always and while my ears are listening, my eyes just keep searching for Maisie.

She seems to have arrived before me. I thank Mia, my PR officer ever since I've been in F1, before walking over to the table.

I say Hi to Pierre who's already sat on the other edge of the table

Maisie doesn't seem to notice me instantly as she has her eyes glued to her phone until I pull the chair next to her back so I can get seated. She looks up and sees me.

I notice her long, soft, brunette hair is tied with a large black bow. The bow is elegant with sharp neat edges and in the center of it, there's a small metallic emblem of the Mercedes logo.