Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Pole - {Charles Leclerc}

A/N; for VettelFerrari 😇☺️

Bahrain 2017. Charles felt ready, you as well, even though you had to admit you were a bit nervous. It was your best friend's first weekend in the Formula 2 and you were sure he would do great. Racing at Prema had been his long time goal and he had trained so well.

After driving in the Formula 3 and winning the worldchampionship, he was definitely ready for an upgrade. People even said he was ready for F1, but Charles himself was in the clouds with the offer of Prema to race at their team, besides he was in the Ferrari academy.

The heat of Bahrain allowed you to wear summer clothing, something different than you were used to back at home, where it was still cold and cloudy in April. Charles was getting ready to jump into the car for qualifying and he was a bursting ball of adrenaline at the moment.

"You're careful, right?". You poked your finger in his chest with a stern tone in your voice.

"Oui, oui, of course I am". Charles smiled and wrapped you into a tight hug to make sure you didn't have to worry about him. He didn't want to lose his best friend as well.

He pulled his balaclava over his head and his helmet soon after. You laughed as he couldn't manage to get the straps locked underneath his chin. You reached out to do it for him, your smaller fingers getting it locked in no time.

"What I'd do without you". Charles sighed, his voice a bit muffled by the helmet.

He softly bumped his forehead against yours and you laughed, pushing him playfully away. The Frenchman hopped into the car and was secured to his seat by his mechanics. One of them gave you a headset, which you gladly put on your head to follow everything.

Charles's laps were good, like always. He's been a terrific driver since you could remember. You had always believed in him, through thick and through thin you were with him because that's were friends are for.

Between the sessions he came back in the pit box to get cooled with some dry eyes and to smile and wave at you in the back of the pits. The last session were always the most nerve racking, who's going to be on pole? Russian Time was fast today as well, it's either going to be Markelov or Charles.

And of course Charles made it. You were dancing in the pit box and you were the first one to fly to the barriers and wrap your arms around him as he jumped into his team. "Pole, Y/N, we made it!". Charles happily yelled and his team padded him on the shoulder and back.

"He would be so proud, Charles". You said, your forehead against his helmet. Charles smiled brightly. "Pour toi, Julio". He padded his helmet where he had a small #JB17 carved in it, briefly pointing at the sky. You smiled and hugged him again before you had to let go.

Charles smiled and waved at the crowd, walking with the other two towards the cool down room and then to the press conference.

Oh how proud you were on your best friend, you didn't have any words for it. And hey, was that Pierre Gasly in the back waving and winking at you, let's find out 😏