WIN IT ALL

WIN IT ALL

Summery: You’re Christian Horner’s daughter and the new Ferrari driver... well isn’t that ironic?

Pairing: Charls Leclerc x reader 

Warnings: the relationship between Charles and the reader is not the focus. I dont think I’ll write more of this but if I was/will that was where I would aim. Also this story is not that Christian Horner friendly but it’s a fiction guys so NO HATE.

THIS IS NOT PROOF READ AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES

You took a deep breath knowing it was imperative for you to stay calm. They weren’t even looking at you yet but you could already feel their eyes on you, scrutinizing you, trying to find any sign of nerve, trying to uncover any weakness of yours so they could exploit it against you.

You almost wanted to turn around and run, leave the room, leave the state even, you wanted to go back to your apartment so you could hide under your comforter and never see them again, so that they could never again look at you like you were some little prey they were ready to destroy.

But you knew you couldn’t, not only becasue you would prove them right, but most of all, if you decided to leave and give up, you would disappoint yourself, you would give up your dream and you had fight too much for it, you had given your all since you were a little girl and you had no intetion to quit. 

“Only the weaker quit Y/n”... that’s what your father had always told you and, even though he hadn’t taught you much, that had stuck with you.

So no, you weren’t going to stand up and leave the room, you weren’t going to give up, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction to say that ‘this wasn’t a woman place after all’. No you had always been strong and you were going to be even stronger now, stronger than their prejudice.

Sure it would be nice to look up and see proud eyes, see someone that had always believed in you but you knew no one was going to be there.

An hand on your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and even if you didn’t need to look to know who it was, it was always nice to look into his eyes, they were comforting in a way you didn’t think your team-mate’s eyes were going to be.

“They are waiting for us, are you ready?”- Charles asked, smiling at you... Uhh his smile, it was even worse... ok better... than his eyes. 

“Yap. as I’ll ever be”- you tried to smile but you knew it didn’t reach your eyes.

Charles knew that you were nervous even though you didn’t want to show it, it was your first conference after all, even though you had raced most of your life it was your first time in a formula one conference. Charles  didn’t know all your story, no one did, you didn’t like to talk about it: you didn’t want people to pity you and at the same time you knew that, even with your problem, you had been lucky: you had always had a plate of food in front of you, a beautiful and comfortable house, your parents had given you the best educations. They hadn’t been always supportive of your choices but at the end of the day you were lucky and you knew it.

you took a deep breath and tried to prepare yourself: they were going to ask uncomfortable questions and you had promised yourself that you were going to answer to all of them without even a peep otherwise you knew they would say you didn’t want to answer because you were a woman, that you were easily hurt and irritable. Your team had tried to shield you from it for as long as they could, they had put off the news that you were going to drive for them for long as possible, but now was the time.

“Welcome to next year Ferrari drivers Charles Leclerc and Y/n Horner. So we’ll start with Y/n first if that’s ok?”- the journalist said and both you and Charles nodded.

“Well first of all I think congratulation are in order”- the journalist said

“Thank you, I’m very honored to be here, very happy that Ferrari believed in me and decided to make me part of the team”- you smiled 

“I have to say that the news came at the very last moment, other drivers were taken into account for Carlos’ seat, why do you think Ferarri decided for you and not someone else, in the end?”- he asked and you really wanted to laugh in his face. It wasn’t the question per se, it was what he wasn’t openly asking but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction

“I think you should ask that question to Mattia, the team principal, but I’ll say that they decided how they and all the other teams have always done: they select their candidates and then decide which one is best for the team, which one can help the team win”- you saw Charles smiling with the corner of your eye. he had that smirk that always made you feel hot, that smirk that said I know what you are doing… and he probably did: you hadn’t wanted to say ‘They chose me because I was the best’ but that was the meaning of your answer and you both knew that.

“So you’ll help your team win this year?”- he asked

“That’s the plan”- you shrugged, what a stupid question.

“So why Ferrari? How come aren’t you driving for RedBull? I mean it’s not a secret you are the daugher of Christian Horner”- you could see Charles was looking at you side way to make sure you were ok even though the questions were becoming more personal, but you gently nudge his foot with yours trying to convey you were ok.

“Ferrari is an amazing team, it’s well know they have had some bad years but they’ve come back on top in the last year, they’re still working on it and I can only be honored they believed in me. And frankly I’ve never been approach by RedBull”

“why not? I mean wouldn’t have been easier for you to drive for your father’s team?”- and this time you laughed for real.

“Seriously? We both know that it would have probably been harder for me, and if that had happened, now you would be asking me if I had had the spot only because I am my father’s daughter”- you could see no one was expecting such honesty from you, but you didn’t care

“So this is why you weren’t approached by RedBull? your father didn’t want to make things more difficult for you?”- it was clear that the interviewer was like a dog with a bone and he wasn’t going to stop until nothing was left

“Not at all, we all know that Christian Horner, as team principal, only care about what’s best for the team, as he should. So if he had thought I was the best choice for the team he wouldn’t have care what was going to be easier or harder for me”- whisper were filling the room but you still hold your head high

“Does your father think you deserve this seat in formula one?”

You could see Charles was ready to stand up for you but you stopped him once again. it was nice of him, it really was, it only proved how nice of a person he was, and that he cared about you but the last thing you needed was to show that you needed a man to protect you.

“I don’t know what my father think, you should ask him that. But you know, you can always tell me if he answers”- you smiled knowing that you hadn’t fallen into the interviewer trap. You answer was diplomatic and put your father in the corner and not you. You had been honest since the beginning of the conference so they would have never guessed you had lied at the last question because you perfectly knew what your father thought . 

When you were young and had asked your father if you could race in the go-cart he hadn’t even needed to think about it and he had told you ‘yes’, he had always told you were going to be a F1 driver, the first woman in F1 in years and you had seen the pride in his eyes when he had said that. He had supported you for years until he had seen that there were kid of your same age more talented than you and he was right, you knew he was. You had seen his excitement fade away year after year, until the talk about you changing path, changing your dream had started. But you had always been a stubborn person and while your father’s belief in you subsided, your desire to chase your dream and prove everyone wrong only had grown stronger. Since then your relationship with your father had become stranded: he still had come to most of your races, when he had time, but most of the time his eyes weren’t on you but on the other kids, the more talented ones, the one he was eyeing for his team already, the one who was going to become his golden child.

You had started working harder than anyone then, just to see that look of pride on your father eyes again but it never came; and when he had decided to stop paying to help your career, you had found a job that helped you pay everything for yourself and tried your best to find your own sponsors. Your mother had helped you a little, you didn’t know if she had actually believed in your dream, but what you knew for sure was that she wanted to keep the peace in the family, and in particulat between you and your father. That was why you had moved out of the house as soon as you had been 18.

Your career in F3 and F2 hadn’t been the easiest, you had had your ups and downs, racing against your father’s future golden child for years had made things harder, but you had done it and in the end you had done it alone.

So yeah you knew what your father thought but you weren’t going to give anyone more ammos against you.

you almost didn’t noticed that the interview had come to an end, Charles’s questions had been more intersting than yours but they had tried a few shot with him too. 

“Are you ok?”- Charles asked once you were alone

“I’m fine”- you shrugged

“They shouldn’t have asked those questions, in particulare the one about your father, it wasn’t fair”

“Life is not always fair, but it will be worst once my father answer”- you could feel your eyes burning with tears but you tried to stay strong

“He’s proud of you, I mean he has to be, how could he not? you are amazing”

“He is not”

“Y/n”- he wanted to comfort you, you knew that but you also knew better

“Believe me he isn’t ”

“Well fuck him...”- and you laghed... and laughed and for the first time since the day had started it was an honest laugh

“FUCK CHRISTIAN HORNER!”- Charles screamed making you laugh even harder

“Oh my god, stop before someone hears you”- you could see he was going to scream again just to see you laugh longer, so you covered his lips with your hand, the last thing you wanted was for Charles to get into trouble because of you.

Charles moved your hand from his lips, gently squeezing it

“i mean it fuck him and everyone else who doesn’t belive you earned your place here. We are gonna prove them wrong, we’re gonna win all, ok y/n? We’re gonna win the world constructor championship, and one of us is gonna be the world champion. We are gonna take it all ok?” Charles said, his hands still holding yours

“We are gonna take it all”- you smiled at him until a splash of blu came into your line of sight: your father had just entered the room. You look at him for a second, still waiting, hoping for something from him but when nothing came, you turn around and with Charles went back to Ferrari hospitality

FUCK HIM! YOU WERE GONNA WIN IT ALL

Masterlist

Charles Leclerc // SMAU -Part 4

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I don’t know where I’m going with this seriously. I guess I’ll see what inspiration the next races will give me

English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes

Feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤️

Masterlist

Hey guys I know some of you are waiting for my unfinished series, and I promised that I still have intention to finish them. I’m just having trouble finding inspiration for them, so I’m trying to write what I have inspiration for because otherwise I would end up writing nothing. But their time will come I promise.

Also I’m gonna post in the next days a taglist because I’m losing my mind everytime (I would probably simplify them)

Anyway…. I may post a Captain Syverson work later today 👐🏻

Small Big Big Lovin

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Short!Wife!Reader

Summary: Fans recount the best things they’ve seen about Y/n and Chris' loving relationship

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Evans Masterlist💫:

Full Masterlist✨:

Taglist Form🌟:

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@/lemonsqueezy: Anyone see the mirror selfie Chris posted of him and Y/n, his arms wrapped around her with her jumping onto him like a koala😭😭 AND THIS MAN WAS NOT TRYING TO HIDE HIS HANDS ON HER ASS (Can’t blame him tho)

@/Whosaidso: Chris said on his newest press tour interview that every morning their kids barge into their room to have Y/n do their hair. Anyone else cryin?

> @/spiderwomantt: OK BUT R WE IGNORING THAT HE LITERALLY CALLS HIS OWN KIDS THE COCKBLOCKERS

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@/Evanslovesass: My aunt got to interview Y/n on the red carpet and apparently she’s so much smaller in real life🥹 Chris literally had to act as her bodyguard because people would bump into her cus they couldn’t see her

> @/buckystanners: AT ONE POINT YOU CAN SEE HIM JUST CARRYING HER THROUGH THE PEOPLE

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@/princeofasgard: I just saw Chris and Y/n out doing the grocery shopping and this man was just watching his wife struggle to reach the lucky charms on the top shelf

> @/hungryhipposusa: WELL DID HE HELP HER?!

>> @/princeofasgard: YEAH BUT SHE LIT HAD TO BEG HIM LMFAO

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@/yourmomsmom: if yall think you have a chance with Chris then you’re wrong, the guys absolutely smitten with Y/n as if she’s God on Earth /gen

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@/henrycavillishubby: Yall remember when Y/n revealed that she met Chris because she was a trainee hair stylist who was working with another stylist, and the reason they started talking to each other is because he wouldn’t leave her tf alone. Poor gyal

> @/sticksonbricks: Don’t forget that the only girl he lets deal with his hair is Y/n now, HE SAYS ITS HERS ONLY TO TOUCH AND TO PULL WTF

>> @/marvelousshulk: Why are we surprised they have like a gajillion kids

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@/hornymackiebarnes: Anthony Mackie really just clowned Chris evans because anytime wants to Chris wants to kiss Y/n he has to bend his neck or she has to use a stool😭☠️☠️

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@/tomhollandsleftnipple: OKAY BUT CHRIS DYING Y/NS HAIR ON LIVE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER, HE WAS SO WORRIED SHE WOULDNT LIKE IT N KEPT STEALIN KISSES FROM HER. IM SLEEPIN ON THE HIGHWAY TONIGHT

>> @/Ynshairfollicle: and when baby Izzy came in the middle of it to sit on Y/n's lap, I swear she’s an exact double of Chris

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@/celebsgoferal: ALERT JUST SAW CHRIS EVANS FULL ON FRENCHING WITH Y/N UNDER A TREE IN MY LOCAL PARK AND HE WAS NOT HOLDIN BACK😍😭😭 GOD IT FELT WEIRD

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@/Dcandmarvel101: I just met Y/n Evans at my work and she’s actually the sweetest woman alive, she even tipped me so well!! Chris came to pick her up and wouldn’t even let her pay for her own nails since apparently he picked the colour for them. I hate it here.

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@/nocolourjustfaxandprinter: Anyone see Chris Evans camera roll, there that meme of a massive plug going into a phone’s charging socket, god bless Y/n for real

>@/socksontoes: Babes she’s living her best life, SHES GIVING HIM HIS BIG BOSTON FAMILY

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@/Giraffeshortneck: I was at a fireworks festival at my hometown in Massachusetts and saw the Evans couple snuggling while watching. Chris had Y/n inside his coat with him all zipped up, HE EVEN KEPT KISSING HER CHEEKS AND HEAD WTAF

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@/hiyageorgie: Chris calls Y/n his sweet girl. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

>@Y/nEvans: Fun fact I call him my bubba, something he actually used to call me when we first started dating

>>@/trinitysimpsonS: OMG SHE REPLIED TO YOU

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@/thexmenarehere: Who was going to tell me that Chris has a tattoo of Y/n's name with a kiss mark on his right pec, because her head always lands there when they sleep. I never knew I needed this information. I love it.

> @/lovememenot: And Y/n has a small cursive C tattooed on her hip. Saw it in one of her bikini shoots for her new clothing brand😭

>> @letsgetreadytobumble: OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED THAT BRO

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@/treetopshigh: That one video where in the background Y/n was cutting Chris’ hair and he had fallen asleep onto her chest midway, AND SHE KISSED HIS FOREHEAD TO WAKE HIM UP GENTLY

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@/brightandsunny: bro my sisters friend worked on the set as a stunt woman and she said Y/n is an amazing mother. SO HANDS ON AND TENDER LOVIN, AND CHRIS JUST CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIS OWN WIFE. ALWAYS HAS HIS HANDS ON HER. Safe to say she has her hands full.

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@/Freshwaterfish: I love that one video on Y/n's tiktok where she pranks Chris about wantin a surgery to make her taller, and this man went all soft trying to convince her that she was his “precious little goblin queen” NOT THE REACTION I WAS EXPECTING BUT SO WORTH IT

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@/sweetlovin: No one gonna mention about how when Y/n was pregnant Chris literally dropped all his projects and rushed home to be with her. Next thing we know she’s carrying triplets AND WITH HER SMALL FRAME, GOD BLESS HER FOR REAL. HER BACK IS GOING TO BE ACHING

>@/kristoffslevn: Chris did not cut her any slack☠️☠️ three mf babies

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@/dreeezzy: Chris with his kids is so adorable, because they’re small like Y/n was when she was little, HES ABLE TO CARRY ALL FOUR AT ONCE. Don’t even get me started on him putting his baby girls hair into pigtails while he was on his lunch break while filming. Or when they all missed Y/n so they all huddled up in his chair to face-time her while she was t at home cus she was heavily preggers

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@/Y/nEvans: Anyone got any tips on how to get a six foot man’s heavy ass head out of your boobs without wakin him up??

>@/ChrisEvans: They’re soft, warm and snuggly. Leave me alone.

>>@/Y/nEvans: They’re just tits 😭😭

>>>@/ChrisEvans: Yeah mine. What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs

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@/levelheadednoob: anyone else wonder how Y/n and Chris have ya know ;)) cus that woman is tiny and he is like six foot

>@/ChrisEvans: We get through it fine thank you, four kids and counting :

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Outta My League || Part 1

Charles Leclerc x Girl Band Lead Singer!Reader

Charles Leclerc Masterlist

Summary: Charles realises he has it bad for the lead singer of the girl group Ferrari sponsors.

A/N Basically the reader is taking the place of Perrie from Little Mix but won’t be the same person to try and keep this inclusive. There will be a part two.

Requested By Anon: Hi bubs!I don't know if you're accepting requests but If you are,can you do a Charles Lecrerc one with girlgroup singer!reader? Something like,her group (could be little mix please?) are invited to a race by Ferrari (their sponsor too maybe?idk)to perform,and each of the girls are sporting one of the racers numbers to kinda support them and while they are performing Charles is just head over heels for reader? And he gets flustered because the other boys tease him for it and maybe he gets a little jealous too because he's not the only one there that tries to get her number and go out with her LOL. A little especific,sorry but you can add anything you want,feel free. Thank you love❤️

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Staring in the mirror at your reflection you took a deep breath, this would be the biggest performance of your life. When you were first approached with the idea of Formula One starting to bring in live music to the racing weekend, there was no way you could turn down the opportunity, especially with them being one of your biggest sponsors. Without them the group wouldn’t be what it was today, you owed them for your success.

Your stomach was churning, your skin felt clammy and your mind was spinning and it was all down to the nerves.

You couldn’t tear your gaze off your outfit that your manager had decided was right for this event. The longer you looked at it the more you hated it, how they thought that hot pants and push up bra and cut out crop top would be suitable for an event like this would always baffle you. Pairing it with the fact you were at Silverstone and the British weather was unpredictable at the best of times. This was just a recipe for disaster. The outfit only just covered everything it needed to cover, there was now way you were going out to perform wearing this.

Reaching for your oversized Ferrari hoodie and ripped jeans you quickly pulled the garments over your body feeling more comfortable as you stormed out of your dressing room going to find your manager.

The girls saw the pissed expression that graced your face and knew to keep their distance whilst you went to kick off. They knew you well enough that it was the outfit you weren’t happy with, they knew this meant so much to you, especially with your close connection to the racing scene and your close relationship with Sainz seeing as you grew up with him.

You didn’t bother knocking on your manager’s door as you barged in, interrupting her lunch.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” she asked, looking up from her food.

“Tell me what the fuck the outfit you want us to wear is?” you snapped, folding your arms across your chest.

“You don’t normally have an issue with what you go out on stage in.” she said, raising her brow at you, not sure why there was an issue now.

“This isn’t a fucking tour gig.” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at her, not caring if you were acting like a diva right now. “Do you really think that anyone here would be happy if the girl band they are sponsoring and putting their money into walked out to their first live music event wearing next to nothing?”

“The drivers would like it.” she shrugged, reaching for her coffee. “You and I both know that sex sells.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, you knew you would have trouble when your previous manager had to step down for family reasons and she took over. All she cared about was money and practically pimping you and the other girls out.

“Fuck this,” you growled, spinning on the balls of your feet. “We won’t be performing in the thing you call a suitable outfit. I will find us something more suitable.” you spat over your shoulder, before storming away.

The sooner you got rid of Satan herself the better.

Now the pressure was on, you only had a couple of hours to come up with something more suitable for this evening.

As you rushed back to your dressing room the idea hit you.

Each of you would wear one of the driver’s shirts pairing it with a pair of ripped skinny jeans with the chequered flag pattern down the sides. A smile appeared on your face as you pictured the outfits, it would be perfect. All you needed to do was get hold of some shirts with the drivers number on the back.

Pulling your phone out of the pocket you dialled the one person you knew would be able to help.

“Carlos necesito tu ayuda. Carlos, I need your help.” you breathed as soon as he answered.

“¿Ahora que? What now?” he sighed, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Well, I just flipped out at our manager. The outfit she wanted us to go out in was barely an outfit.” you sighed, “She has completely lost her mind.”

“So where do I come into this?”

“I need you to get me some driver shirts.” you hummed, kicking your feet up on the table, leaning back on your chair. “I need two Ferrari shirts, with yours and Charles’ number on the back, one Alpha Tauri with Pierre’s number and one Mclaren with Danny’s number on.”

“When do you need these?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

“In an hour’s time.” you said quietly, knowing that you were pushing your luck on time.

“Buen trabajo te amo. Good job I love you.” he chuckled. “Gimmie half an hour and I will come to your dressing room.”

“You are the best.” you grinned, staring at your reflection. A feeling of relief washed over you as you said goodbye to Carlos, ending the call.

You knew he would be teasing you for your choice in shirt, he was the only driver to know who you had a crush on. A crush that had been hidden for many years.

Being childhood friends with Carlos meant you were well known through the paddock and not just as the lead singer in a girl band. Everyone treated you normally so whenever you needed an escape you tagged along with Carlos and the Ferrari crew. So you and Charles quickly built a solid relationship, you were always causing trouble, pulling pranks on Carlos and laughing till your stomachs hurt.

But you knew he wouldn’t feel the same way you did so you never pursued him.

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“I couldn't get hold of any polo shirts with numbers on but I managed to convince people to give me their spare fire suit top.” Carlos grinned, strolling into the chill out room you and the girls were occupying.

Looking up from your phone, you grinned at your best friend as he automatically tossed Charles’ fire suit top. Instantly your senses were overwhelmed by Charles aftershave.

“Urm, did you just raid everyone’s dirty laundry?” You asked, raising your brow at Carlos who was standing smirking as he placed the remaining tops on the coffee table.

“Of course not.” He chuckled, the smirk on his face growing wider as he spoke. “But Char already had his on when I went searching and I just got lazy so I made him take it off and find his other one.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you knew he was still trying to play matchmaker between you and Charles. You weren’t sure why when you were adamant that Charles didn’t feel the same way.

Checking the time you realised that you were needed for a sound check in five minutes.

“Right you are gonna have to disappear.” you hummed, pushing yourself to your feet, giving him a hug before ushering him out of the room.

“See you in a bit,” Carlos smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he had left the room you sighed, knowing that you were going to be teased regarding your choice of driver’s shirt.

“Okay, you have the time it takes us to walk to the stage to take the piss outta me.” you laughed, tossing Charles’ shirt on the coffee table with the others, trying to ignore how the smell of his aftershave made you feel.

“Who said we were gonna tease you?” Jade smirked, following you out of the room.

“It would be the first time you didn’t” you laughed, as you guided the guys out to the stage.

“Everyone knows that you are so in love with Leclerc.” she winked, “I swear any time you are near him you get literal heart eyes and you get all giggly.”

“I do not.” you pouted, narrowing your eyes at her.

“Babes, you really do.” Jesy joined in, wrapping her arm around your shoulders. “Everyone can see it, bar you and Charles.”

“Whatever” you huffed, shrugging off her arm before climbing up onto the stage.

You needed to push the thoughts of Charles out your mind, you slipped your in-ear monitor in ready to get this sound check out of the way so you could chill out, maybe bugging some of the drivers before the show.

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Charles was sitting in the Ferrari motor home when he heard the angelic sound of your voice, the sound alone made his heart beat double in speed. It had been a couple of months since he had last seen you due to the latest tour. During that time he thought he could get over this crush he had on you but it was no use, with every instagram update and facetime you had with Carlos he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

When he found out that you and the girls would be performing after the race at Silverstone he thought he was going to burst with excitement. Pushing himself to his feet he found himself following the sound of your voice, it was a natural reaction and he couldn’t wait to see you doing what you loved.

The closer he got he felt his heart rate increasing, his palms were starting to get clammy and his stomach was flipping.

He didn’t want you spotting him so he hid behind one of the concrete barriers of the track. He felt himself sink down until he was sitting on the floor leaning against the concrete letting his eyes flutter closed listening to the sound of your voice.

“Je savais qu'il serait ici. I knew he would be here.” Pierre shouted over his shoulder to Carlos and Daniel. “He is never too far away from Y/N.”

“Can’t a guy just have some peace?” he sighed, running his hands over his face.

“I mean it is a bit stalkery.” Daniel shrugged, with a large smirk on his face.

“I just like her voice okay.” Charles said quietly, knowing that he wasn’t telling the truth.

The moment he knew you would be performing he knew he would get teased to fuck, Carlos, Pierre and Daniel all knew how badly he was crushing on you but never seemed to have the confidence to do anything about it.

Every time you two were together it was cute to watch, it was like you were the perfect match for each other but both were too blind to see it.

However he was saved from the teasing for a few hours as all of their phones went off with the notification that it was time to get ready for the race. Charles needed to push you from his mind and get focused on the next couple of hours of driving. But it wasn’t an easy task, especially with you being here.

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Taking a deep breath you wrapped your fingers around the microphone, it was nearly time to walk out onto the stage and your nerves were in pieces. You knew it was risky walking out in Charles’ fireproof top along with the choice of songs you were singing tonight.

3 songs, that's all you were singing tonight and all of them were written with Charles in mind. You couldn’t help yourself, he was always the one you thought about when it came to writing new music. Two songs were the groups and then you were performing a cover of Yellow.

You had to remind yourself on how to breathe, the thoughts of Charles were taking your breath away. The feeling of Jesy’s hand on your shoulder brought you back to the real world.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Now or never right?” you shrugged, before you strutted out onto the main stage with the girls behind you.

The cheers and whistles brought a smile to your face but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for the one person you wanted to see the most. The moment you locked eyes with him on the front row you swore it was like you had just been punched in the stomach.

Charles watched in awe as you did what you did best up on stage, his heart practically stopped when he realised why Carlos stole his fireproof top earlier today. Seeing you wearing it made him realise he never wanted to see you in anyone else's clothes, he knew that was ridiculous as you weren't dating but it ignited something deep inside of him. The way you had styled it with your ripped skinny jeans, paired with your hair and make up, he felt all of his self control come apart at the seams. He was sure he had heart eyes right now but he didn’t care, you were taking all his attention and practically setting his world on fire.

“He has it so bad.”

“This is more than just a crush, boys.”

“Little Leclerc is in love.”

“They need to get together.”

“I swear I am going to have to lock them in a room together.” Carlos smirked, knowing it would gain his team mates attention and it did. “I keep trying to make them both see what's in front of them but they are both so blind.”

“What are you on about?” Charles asked, raising his brow at Carlos. “She is completely outta my league, there isn’t a chance that she would be into someone like me.” he said, trying not to let his voice crack as he spoke the words that caused his heart to ache.

“You two are both so dumb at times.” he laughed, slapping his hand down on Charles’ back.

“Écoute les paroles. Listen to the lyrics.” Pierre nodded, smirking at his best friend. “Ils sont à propos de toi. They are about you. Hell they are even doing a cover of Yellow by Cold Play.”

Charles froze at Pierre’s statement, he felt his cheeks starting to heat up as he realised his friends were right. These weren’t just random songs you girls had decided to perform, this was you trying to reach out to Charles on the sly and he was too dumb to see it. The fact you chose his number to wear over Carlos’, the fact you were singing Cold Play.

Everything was starting to fall into place in his head now.

Turning his attention to you he let out a long breath, running his hand over his face as you locked eyes with each other. The feeling was intense and it made Charles feel like there was nobody else surrounding him, it was just you and him.

He felt his eyes starting to burn from tears he didn’t realise had built up.

He needed to do something, he needed a plan. He needed you as his girl.

And nothing was going to stop him.

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