𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, maisie

❝ it's you that i hold on to. ❞
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"W ba3den falet. (And then I left.)" I recap Olive over last weekends events between me and Charles as we walk together through the paddock.

She nods, processing the whole weekend. It was quite a roller coaster.

"Wonderful story." Her boyfriend mocks, not understanding Arabic but I couldn't risk being overheard as we walk.

Olive sends him a death stare to shut up and so, he gulps and looks forward. I feel bad for him. Olive is an amazing girl, but she can be scary as shit. How he handles her? I have no idea.

"Learn Arabic then talk, culo. (ass)" She hisses as if it's not one of the most complicated languages to learn worldwide.

"I'm trying, okay? It's hard." He nags, before going back to being quiet.

Well, being a professional footballer for FC Barcelona would probably take up a lot of his time. And being Olive Larsen El Helou's boyfriend, would take up the rest of the time he has.

"Back to you." Olive glares at Pedri from the side of her eye for a minute. I swear, she loves him. It's just her love language. "What are you going to do now?"

I shrug. "What am I going to do now? Nothing. There is nothing to do." I frown. I was just telling her because I tell her everything, not because I'm planning on acting on it. "We're still on rival teams, I have a boyfriend... Nothing to do."

"Oh, Leclerc again, okay." He now catches on. This time he earns stares from the both of us. He groans. "This should count as some sort of abusement, I can't speak, I can't understand!" He complains, raising his free hand up as the other holds Olive's.

Olive smirks, looking up at him. "Keep quiet and we'll see how to reward you later tonight." My little cousin, ladies and gentlemen.

"I'm mute." He immediately folds, shutting himself up for good.

I'm going to barf. "Ew, bro." I stare at them, plain disgusted. I shouldn't be surprised though. From what I heard, Pedri used to be one of the biggest womanizer's in Spain and Olive was let's just say was very sexually active. At least they found each other.

"Back to the main topic..." Olive insists, as we keep getting distracted by side conversations. We're getting close to the Mercedes motor home, our destination. "You need to do something about Leclerc." It's like she orders, not suggests.

"What? Why?" I frown, exhausted.

"Can I take this one?" Pedri interrupts instead of staying quiet as he promised. His girlfriend nods for him to go along though so he continues. "Because you still love him."

"Bingo." His girlfriend congratulates him, high fiving him.

I raise a brow. Olive getting a boyfriend to gang up with her was not needed at all, she was enough to handle alone.

"I love him, I'm not in love with him, not anymore." I repeat for what seems like the millionth time this month.

"Or, and hear me out on this one," She starts and I already raise an eyebrow at how annoying she is. "You just got used to being in love with him without him around, you're just forcing yourself unconsciously to think you don't."