[2] ONE || C. LECLERC

SIXTEEN

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CAMILLE

I pursed my lips together one final time, before shoving my red lipstick into the small black handbag I was taking out tonight. Charles was waiting for me in the front room, whilst I tidied his room after throwing all of my shit everywhere. I ensured that the bed was tidy and the floor was clean, before glancing at myself one last time in the mirror. I wore a leopard print bodysuit that clung to my small frame, along with a pair of ripped light blue denim shorts, which were secured by a large black belt with a golden buckle. My favourite knee high boots covered the majority of my lower leg and I'd slipped my new necklace from Charles around my neck. I smiled at myself, running my fingers through my hair and allowing it to fall past my shoulders.

"Camille, we need to get going!" Charles' voice echoed through the walls of his apartment as he shouted from the front room. I groaned, as I left the bedroom and rushed through the hallway. I stepped into the front room with a smile on my lips, Charles' mouth dropping open when he saw me standing before him. "Oh, merde, you look beautiful, mon amour."

"Thanks," I giggled, walking closer towards Charles, and allowing him to place his hand on my waist, dragging my body into his. My fingers rested on his chest and I took in the strong scent of his aftershave which was lingering on his skin. He wore a crisp white shirt with a pair of black jeans and his black trainers; my chest stung at the sight of him."Would you mind taking some photos of me?"

"Only if I can keep them on my phone, too." Charles wiggled his brows and I nodded shyly, before heading towards the balcony which looked out onto the city of Monte Carlo. I placed my hands onto the balcony, my body facing outwards, but I flicked my hair and turned my head around so that I was looking in Charles' direction. I saw him snapping a few photos, so I started smiling at him, as I wanted a variety of pictures to post on my Instagram.

"Beautiful," Charles handed his phone to me and I sent all my photos to my phone, before taking hold of my boyfriend's hand. "Come on, we need to get to the club."

I quickly chose two photos to upload onto Instagram; one of me smiling at the camera, another of me with more of a serious look plastered onto my face.

A few of the drivers had organised a large New Year's Eve party, and of course, Charles and I were invited. Arthur and Lorenzo were going to be there with Pascale and I couldn't wait to see them, as it felt like forever since I'd visited them with Charles. Max was bringing Dilara and Victoria, whilst Pierre brought Caterina and I was so excited to see her also, as I'd not seen her since the final race of the season in Abu Dhabi.

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Thankfully, the venue wasn't too far away from Charles' apartment, so we were able to walk there in our sober states. I knew that it would be a different story this evening and we would most likely end up in a cab on our way home. I clung onto Charles' wrist as we strolled down the streets; they were quiet for New Year, but it was only eight in the evening, therefore, the parties would only be starting now. I knew we were close when I heard music coming from a building with open doors, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, because I couldn't wait to party with my friends.

"What would you like to drink? The usual?" Charles spoke loudly into my ear so that I was able to hear him over the loud music. Before we headed over to see anybody, we decided to grab a drink as it would only become busier as the hours passed. I nodded with a smile, clutching onto Charles' sleeve whilst scanning my eyes around the room. I squealed when I saw Arthur and Lorenzo in the corner and I was so desperate to let go of Charles' sleeve to run to his brothers. I waved at them excitedly, as Charles handed me my glass of vodka coke. I thanked him, before dragging him over to Arthur and Lorenzo, both who greeted me with wide smiles and a tight hug.