Formula 1 One Shots (driverxdriver)

Out of Hiding (MaxVerstappenxCharlesLeclerc)

Prompt: "No one has to know what we do"

Couple: Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen

"Well yeah, the car might be pretty crappy, but the driver is just as important." Max sneers at me.

"Are you kidding me right now? Man, you don't even get to say that. You've been driving in a red bull since you were 18. You don't know what it's like." Lewis cleared his throat from beside us.

"Max. Charles. Shut up." He hissed under his breath. Lewis smiled at the interviewers. "Please keep going."

"Uh, ok." The interviewer proceeded cautiously, clearly wondering what would happen next. "Max, you have been called the next Lewis Hamilt-." The interviewer didn't even reach the end of her sentence before I burst out laughing.

"Are you kidding me? That must be a joke." I couldn't stop laughing despite the death glares I was being given and the nudge in my ribs from Lewis. Tears were dripping down my cheeks. "Oh my gosh. That was too funny. You know that you're talking about Max Emilian Verstappen here, right?"

"Ok. I think we're going to have to end this a couple minutes early. Thanks for all the questions everyone." Chase Carey quickly brought an end to the press conference. That's funny. He's not normally present at these things. He walked towards our table on his way to the door.

"Max and Charles. Follow me." I gulped. What had we gotten ourselves into?

I followed at Max's heels, finally reaching Chase's office... where we found Christian Horner and Mattia Binotto waiting for us. Yeah, we were gonna die.

"You boys have done it this time. I don't know why you are like this with each other, but it has to stop right now. At least in public." Chase's firm tone made it very clear how he felt towards us right now.

"Max. You should know better. We already went through this insulting others in public thing after the whole Ocon affair." Despite Christian's seriousness, I couldn't help but smirk when remembering the Ocon event.

"Do you think this is funny, Charles?" Everyone immediately turned their eyes to me at Mattia's words.

"No sir." I quickly shook my head.

"Then stop smirking and pull your head in. The team has a bad enough reputation right now. We don't need you making it worse."

"Yes sir. Sorry sir. It won't happen again."

Christian sighed and said in a much softer tone, "Come on Max, we'll talk about this more in my office. Sorry again Chase. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

Max echoed Christian's apology before hanging his head and leaving the room. Mattia glared at me once more and slammed the door as he walked out it. I just put my head in my hands.

"Charles?"

"Oh. Chase. I forgot I wasn't alone. Sorry, I'll go now."

"Charles. Are you ok? This whole thing seems a bit strange to me."

"Um, yeah. I'm good. And yes, it's not exactly the reason you would think. Thanks Chase. Once again, I'm sorry." I smiled at the FIA President as I made my way out the door.

××××

"Babe?"

"Bathroom." I tried to dry myself as best as I could and wrapped the towel around my waist, knowing that as soon as my fiancée reached me, he would hug me. I was right. The second he entered the bathroom, I was pulled towards his body, my back against his chest, his arms holding me tight. I leant my head back until it rested on his shoulder and sighed, in both happiness and at the crazy day I had. "Salut, mon amour."