FORMULA ONE IMAGINES - REQUESTS CLOSED

CHARLES LECLERC | 22

requested by @bravenightmare

prompt/s:
22. "I love you more than I love racing."

Y/N's p.o.v

It had been 8 months since he had left me. After being together for just over 2 years you'd think he wouldn't end it like that, but he did.

I respected Charles, so much it was ridiculous and the day we — no sorry, he broke up with me, was the worst day possible.

So what would any girl do who had her heartbroken? Apart from the obvious, she would pick herself up and make herself better.

Not a day goes by where I don't follow his career during F1, this being his second year at Ferrari. I was there for him during his days at Alfa, but because he joined the famous Italian team I all of a sudden wasn't good enough for him.

Flashback

It was post-race after Silverstone, Charles had come p3 and everyone at Ferrari was in high spirits as they could sense victory would come soon enough.

Everything with Charles had been incredible, we were so happy and in love it was unbelievable, I had really thought, that at 20 I had truely found the love of my life in him.

Charles and I were in his motorhome, his trophy sitting on a table looking nice and shiny, another one to add to his collection back in Monaco.

"Charles I'm so proud of you love." I smiled bright, looking at him as he looked straight, with absolutely no emotion on his face and remained quiet.

My smile faltered as I scratched my jaw softly as the air around us turned awkward, "Charles, is everything ok?" I asked him softly as I reached out to take hold of his hand, only for him to move it.

I frowned and sat up facing him "Y/N, we need to end things." He stated, not even turning to look at me.

It had felt like someone had stolen my lungs from my body and thrown them away, "W-What?" I stammered in shock, pulling my hand away slowly.

"We are done, I need to focus on my career if I want to win at Ferrari. I don't need distractions." I looked at him as if he had grown another head, I was so in shock.

"B-But, everything has been fine lately Charles. I don't understand." I exclaimed as tears threatened to flow over onto my cheeks. Still, he had not bothered to even look at me and at this point I could feel my heart breaking slowly.

"We are done Y/N. This week I want all your stuff out of the apartment." He stood up and moved towards the door of the motorhome and I stood up.

"Charles," I began and he stopped in front of the door, again not giving me a glance "I hope you achieve all you have ever wanted, you deserve it completely." I sadly smiled as my right hand rested on my handbag, I noticed him nod the smallest bit, before he walked out of the motorhome and probably back over to the Ferrari garage.

End Flashback

Eight months on and here I was, living my best life in England, working as a waitress in a small café.