𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, maisie

❝ it's been a long time. ❞
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One week since the first race of the season and I'm already impatient for the next. Next week is China. I have not won there. That's about to change though.

I'm sitting on Blake's couch, watching TV with Willow on my lap as he orders us a pizza for dinner in the kitchen. I'm trying to find something else to watch rather than a horror film. I know he loves them, but I still hate them so much.

We're not alike at all. He loves everything related to business and economics, I hate it. I love Formula 1, he doesn't. He only watches it to support me. Him not knowing F1 is actually how we met. I was at a cafe, and everyone was gathered around wanting a picture, he was the only one who didn't. He came up to me, and politely asked who I was and why people were jumping over me.

I actually didn't answer at first, he was attractive and did not know me, no pre-judgements. I gave him my number to find out. And, here we are now.

I guess, opposites do attract.

As I search through Netflix, I feel my phone vibrating underneath me. I search under the blanket and grab it, expecting my uncle or one of my best friends but it's Pierre. I have no idea what he'd want. We're pretty good friends, but we don't talk much anymore due to the whole Charles and I situation.

I answer, "Hey."

"Hi, Mais." He sounds worried.

"What's up, P? You seem upset." I question, straight to the point.

"Oh, no, all good." He sounds genuine this time and I frown to myself, one hand holding the phone close to my ear, the other petting Willow. "Just a slight problem we need your help in."

"We?"

"Madelyn just called me, Charles texted her a couple hours earlier that he was sick, she just saw the messages and he isn't answering anymore. I know it's a huge ask but could you just make sure he's okay? I'm out of town for the night and you're the closest and..."

"Oh," I haven't been in Charles's house in almost eight years. I haven't even talked to Charles properly in almost eight years. But we did promise each other one thing when we first introduced each other, and that was soup in case any of us was sick. Somehow, we seem to have made it for eight years without getting sick, or we just didn't tell each other. "Uh yeah, don't worry about it." I agree after giving it some thought.

All I want in this world is for Charles to be okay, to be happy, healthy. And yeah, maybe I've moved on, but he will always be a major part of my life. He was my first love, my big love, the love of my life, I might even say. But, it just wasn't meant to be. It took me time, but I've accepted that and I've moved forward.

"But, isn't his girlfriend around?" I question, not sure his girlfriend would appreciate his ex helping him.

"Oh, no..." He lightly chuckles. "They broke up." What!? When? I just saw a picture of them on her Instagram two weeks ago!

I don't want to sound nosey so I just keep my questions to myself.

"Thank you, so much." Gratitude is evident in his tone. I tell him it's no problem before hanging up.

Oh my God, I have to go see Charles now.

I put my phone down and look at Willow. Her big black eyes are staring into mine, as if she knows where I'm about to go and is warning me it's a bad idea. I sometimes feel like dogs can understand their owner more than actual real people.