angywritesstuff

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Italian girl/ Studying to become a doctor/ My imagination gets the best of me sometimes, I’m a slow writer…

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1K!!! THATS INSANE!!

I would love to request to hear from our sunkissed couple again - i would love to see charles meeting the parents, because we know how much of a fan her dad is!!

You had no idea how you managed to keep the secret for that long, but damn it did feel glorious to watch your dad’s face crumble as you presented him with a paddock pass with his name and face on it. The lanyard was neon green, branded with the F1 logo and as you passed it around his neck, you were almost certain that tears were welling up in his eyes.

And he wasn’t even close to the biggest surprise yet.

When Charles invited you to Silverstone, you were ecstatic to say the least. You had already planned to go but couldn’t have found cheap tickets and were on the lookout for resellers who might sell their tickets back. You only needed two, one for you and one for your dad, but you only had managed to almost get scammed in the process. So when Charles offered for you to be his guest, you had one condition and one only: you and your dad were a package deal.

Charles was so happy to comply, it filled your heart with warmth and happiness. The fact that he was adamant that you would only come with your dad was absolutely adorable and even more so when he learned that you hadn’t told him anything about the fact that you were seeing each other. Dating? Was he your boyfriend? He had no idea and to be honest, he wasn’t as pressed about it either. He was just glad to spend time with you, whether it was to kiss you and cuddle with you or just to talk. If you wanted him to be your boyfriend, he would gladly be so. If you wanted to introduce him to your dad as just a friend, he would smile and shake his hand either way. This wasn’t time for the big debates on whether or not you were his girlfriend. And you were thankful for that.

“How the hell are we in the paddock?” Your dad kept muttering, walking next to you.

“I told you, I got those passes through someone I know,” You grinned.

“Do I have to send a gift basket to Tom again?” Your dad rolled his eyes. “I love this kid to death but he has to stop with the gifts.”

“It’s not Tom,” You giggled. “But you’re gonna like him either way.”

“Oh so it’s a “he”, then,” Your dad teased.

“Stop digging for intel, you’re gonna know soon anyway,” You laughed.

The more you walked through the paddock, the faster your heart beat. You hadn’t seen Charles in almost a month, ever since you left from the French GP with an usual hole in your chest, shaped like your favorite monégasque. You had texted and called, of course, and you had watched every bit of content you could find to feel closer to him but nothing would ever replace the feeling of his arms around your waist and of his lips on the crook of your neck. You couldn’t wait to get him back.

The walk in the paddock still felt foreign and if it wasn’t for the couple of familiar faces that you crossed path with, you could have felt terribly out of place. But you kept on walking, waving back at Pierre who you properly met about a month ago and who had followed you on Instagram to chat, in the following days of your meeting.

Next to you, your dad gasped at your familiarity with the driver, making you stop wondering where your fangirl tendency could have come from. Your dad was a fangirl. There was no way you didn’t inherit those genes from him. There was no way you would be able to contain your giggles either when he’d finally understand that you were headed to the Ferrari garage.

“I’m not sure we’re supposed to be going to this part of the paddock”, Your dad mumbled, a bit embarrassed and turning shier by the second.

“I’m certain we are,” You teased back, dragging him by the arm until you crossed the row of trucks with the different teams’ logos on them.

“Holy shit, this is the actual pitlane,” Your dad almost sobbed. “This is incredible. How the heck am I here?”

“Wait until you see where we’re gonna watch the race,” You grinned mischievously.

Charles had been the best sport you could find. He knew how much you owed your dad for your love of Formula One and since it was his first time meeting him, he wanted to impress. He had scored you two seats inside the garage, so you could follow the race on the different screens and watch the pit stops happen in real time. You would be basking in the racing vibes of the Scuderia and he had already planned to shower you with enough merch to last a lifetime. Your dad was about to combust and he wanted to make sure of it. Selfishly, he also wanted to make a good first impression. Not that he was trying to buy your dad, but if he was.. The way to your dad’s heart was about to be easier than ever expected…

“Oh Lord, can we walk up to the Ferrari garage? Is that allowed? Or are we gonna get booted out of here?”

“Sure, let’s walk to the Ferrari garage,” You laughed.

“Maybe.. Maybe not so close. I don’t want to get shooed away. Stop- What the bloody hell are you doing? You can’t just walk into a garage!! Oh my Lord, I raised a complete nutcase,” Your dad spilled out so fast it was actually comical.

“Dad, welcome to the Ferrari garage,” You grinned, opening an arm to welcome him in, as if you had any say over who’s allowed in and who isn’t.

You didn’t have much time before you could warn him about what happened. One second you were trying not to explode in tears of laughter in front of his bewildered face and the next, a head was nested in the little space between your shoulder and your neck. You raised a gentle hand, resting it in the messy hair that you could feel tickling your skin and smiled at the familiar feeling of Charles hugging you from behind. He dropped a gentle kiss on your skin, squeezing your sides in his grabby hands and immediately straightened back up to face your father, whose mouth was shaped as a perfect O and who couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Dad, I want you to meet Charles,” You introduced them both. “Charles, this is my dad, possibly your biggest fan,” You giggled.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Sir,” Charles started, presenting a hand to your dad. “I heard I was to thank you for raising a Ferrari fan as a daughter. I must say I’m super grateful for that, meeting your daughter has been a highlight of my year.”

“Shut. Up,” Your dad spat. “You know Charles Leclerc?!” He whisper-yelled at you. “You know Charles Leclerc and you didn’t tell me anything?!”

“Dad, he can hear you,” You laughed. “Yes, I know Charles.”

“Was he the one whose hand I could see on that car in Monaco? Were you that hand?!” He finally addressed Charles, who was still waiting to shake his hand.

“I’m quite sure I was,” Charles blushed, amused. “Your daughter’s been a delight to have around in Monaco.”

“Oh my God, this is the best day of my life, I need to sit down,” Your dad started to hyperventilate. “She’s hanging out with a Ferrari driver and she doesn’t bloody tell me. This is the best thing in my life right now,” He ranted.

“Dad, Charles is still waiting to shake your hand,” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, sorry Son, yeah, ahem, big fan,” Your dad blushed (blushed!!), finally greeting Charles. “Phenomenal drive. Such bad luck in Monaco. My my. Love what you’re doing. You’re the best. Hope you win today.”

“That’s the goal, I’ll do my best. In the meantime, you’re welcome to watch the race from here. There’s a seat with your name on it. Well, not quite literally, but you know what I mean. I also got you a pair of headphones so you could listen to my radio, in case you’re interested in that. It protects the ears from the loud noises, too.”

“Oh man, I think I’m gonna fall in love with you,” Your father almost cried, before launching himself to the chair waiting for him like he had fire underneath his ass.

“You think I made a good impression?” Charles almost grimaced.

“I think he already loves you very much,” You replied, amused. “You made his entire year. Thank you for everything, it means the world to me to have him experience such a thing.”

“Then it means the world to me too. Anything for you,” He smiled. “Am I allowed to kiss you or is that tempting my luck too much?” He cringed.

“You are absolutely 100% allowed to kiss me,” You smiled, rising to your tippytoes to kiss him yourself. “He’s deep into a screen, watching the replays of your onboard anyway.”

“I’m glad he likes me,” Charles sighed, relieved.

“What can I say? Must be a family thing,” You joked, kissing him again.

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