𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚, charles

❝ i care for you still and i will forever. ❞
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I didn't sleep all last night, this flu or cold or whatever it is, killing me.

Yet, one thing kept me from dying, Maisie.

She quite literally saved me. She got me medicines, she took care of me, she stayed by my side all night long and she got me soup...  She didn't forget.

I'm not sure where she is right now, I just woke up again. The last time I woke up was three hours ago, when my fever that had supposedly dialed down came rushing back. I really didn't mean to wake her up just to help me. She did it by herself.

She was apparently checking on me every hour or so. And when I had woken up that time, she came in five minutes later. She gave me some more pills to take and warmed up the soup she got for me since I hadn't eaten all day long.

She stayed with me the whole time.

I don't know whether or not to kill Pierre next time I see him or thank him. Calling Maisie was definitely not an option when I asked myself who to call yesterday. Yet, Pierre did it for me. I hate him and love him for it.

I try to sit up in the bed, the energy in my body very minimal. A cough slips out in between. I see the thermometer on my nightstand and grab it, wanting to check on my fever now.

I feel much better than last night. But not good at all yet. 37.8C. Barely a fever anymore but still not a full recovery. I need to get my body moving though, I've been in this bed for the past twenty four hours straight.

With struggle and unease, I manage to get out and stand on my feet. It's tiring but relieving. I take a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling, needing some new, fresh air in my lungs.

My steps are slow as I walk out, heading to the kitchen for a cup of water.

However, a wave of familiarity hits me. The sound of the piano. Those exact chords. It doesn't take me less than a second to recognize the song.

I change my destination to the living room and stay there at the door, watching as she plays. I've always heard it on the guitar, never the piano. It's different, but good different.

Her voice has matured so much. She dares to speak now. It's no longer that low, whisper-y tone. She sings. She hits high and long notes even... I don't know... Taylor Swift doesn't.

She's shared her songs with the world. When the pandemic and lockdown took over the world and Formula 1 was put to a stop, she had so much free time, she started recording her songs and sharing them. She has four albums out officially.

I've listened to all of them, I've memorized all of them and I'm her number one fan even if she doesn't know it. She's been my top one artist on Spotify ever since her first song and she's occupied that spot since then.

She doesn't tour or concert, her priority being her driving career. But she does perform live every once in a while at popular shows or events. Her vocals are insane.

Anyway, right now, I'm getting my own private show. I lean on the frame of the door and just listen to her as she plays my piano.

I can remember all the times she'd come over just to play it and I'd sit back and admire. They used to be the highlight of my day. Now, this is the first time in years.

"Just for you I'd let it happen..." She holds the note on the last word, for quite a long time and it impresses me just how much she controls her voice now. I still remember how she'd only hushly sing. I'm glad it didn't turn into wasted potential.