Pablo Giralt Could Not Help But Break Down In Tears At Being Able To Meet Lionel Messi. During The Last

Pablo Giralt could not help but break down in tears at being able to meet Lionel Messi. During the last moments of the interview, Giralt took the opportunity to express his appreciation for the footballer from Rosario. While the interviewer was crying, Messi seemed both mesmerised and nervous as a wide smile spread across his face.

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I will now be leaving it up to fate to announce the next track.

Legend 🙇‍♀️

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She’s such an ICON

this is quite literally INSANE! i can’t process it

(combined by @mustlikeme4me)

I usually don’t read Charles fics but this omg wow I loved it ! You’ve written it so well at first my heart broke for them and I thought it won’t be a happy ending but towards the end I started smiling so big !! Amazing job 💗💗💗

Home Is Where The Heart Is | Charles Leclerc 

Notes: This made me sad, poor little Charlie... once again here is another Charles fic, I hope you guys love it just as much as I do xox

Blurb: One where you take a job offer causing some distance between you and Charles, but Charles realises he can't handle the distance as well as he thought he could.

Warnings: Some minor swearing, reader breaking Charles heart sorryyy

Lando didn't mean any harm in the message that he had sent you. He thought maybe you were ready to laugh about how your ex clearly wasn't over you. You couldn't laugh, you weren't over him either. You were equally a mess too.

1 message- lando norris 

She even looks like you lmao

One attached picture

It was a photo of him and a girl, holding hands as they walked into the paddock. She looked up at him like he was the world, just like how you looked at him. However his attention was elsewhere, his attention will always be elsewhere.

Your heart hurt at how quick he moved on, sure she did look like you, feature wize. She had your hair, your smile, your eye colour, she definitely looked like you. 

But that wasn't a comfort to anyone but charles.

She definitely didn't have all of your other qualities. You wondered in the short time you had been broken up and they had been together if she knew him as well as you ever did. 

If she knew how he liked his tea first thing in the morning or where his favourite stop in Monaco was. The songs he liked to sing in the car, where he liked to be touched and kissed.

You knew it was wrong to snoop into his new relationship, but the photo of them holding hands outside of your restaurant was enough for you to know he misses you.

You wondered if he got deja vu as she sat on your favourite table, sitting on your side of the booth as she told him a fact about the piece of art that hung on the wall next to them. A fact Charles already knew since you had told him years ago.

You wondered if he would sing in the car with her to a playlist you made for him.

You wondered if he ever replicated your dates, or told her he loved her the same way he told you. Would he accidentally call her your name? Would he think about you when she asked him to do the things you would do together?

Did he play her the same songs on his piano while she sat on his lap and listened?

You knew he missed you, and you hated that he was too stubborn to admit it. 

You felt guilt for the morning you walked away from. The way you handed him that beautiful ring back that he had so carefully spent time choosing so he knew you would love it. 

How he was so sure you were it for him. He was settled, but you upped and left. 

You walked away and he had to be selfless enough to let you be happy without him if that's what you wanted.

Being offered your dream job in London was everything you had wanted in life, everything you had worked towards.

Your heart shattered when you realised he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness over yours. Eventhough he wanted you in Monaco with him.

“But mon amour, London is so far away?” his hands were all over the place, he didn't want to shout, but he didnt want you to be even further than what you already were.

“This is my dream, Charles, this is what thirteen year old me dreamed of.” you couldn't stress enough how much you wanted this.

Charles felt defeated, you were going, and he was going to have to deal with it.

“It's a double standard charles, you're always far from home, and i support that, i support you! Why can't you just be happy for me?” Tears brimmed in your eyes as you tried to let him see where you were coming from.

“I am happy for you y/n, im so fucking proud of you but-” charles sighed as he prepared homslef to be selfish, “we hardly see each other as is is?” Charles questioned you. He leaned on your living room sofa, his elbows perched on his knees as he rubbed his temples.

“And why is that?” You spitted at him.

You fell down on the sofa next to him as you fell into a deep silence of thought.

“I don't want to break up.” Charles' voice cracked as he spoke up.

“Oh baby.” you leaned over and rested your chin on his shoulder after pressing a quick kiss to behind his ear.

“We're not breaking up, we already know we can handle the distance, what's a little more?” 

The distance worked for a while, but after Ferrari started to fail Charles more and more he realised he could only handle so much. He hated not having you to come home too after a long weekend. 

It was like your ghost lingered around the apartment you used to share. 

Sometimes he would get home late at night and he would open all of your draws and see them empty, and it reminded him of how you weren't really here anymore.

He would call you and be left to a voicemail, something he had grown used to talking to.

“Mon cheri, hi. I know its late, its three am actually.” Charles chuckled as he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the time in monaco. “You're probably sleeping, but I thought I'd tell you I just got home from japan. It was weird not having you at the race, I'm sad you couldn't come, especially since it's one of your favourites.” Charles rubbed his face with his free hand, he knew how pathetic he sounded right now. “It's getting hard mon amour.” he took in a deep breath, “everythings going to shit and I don't know how to fix it. I don't know why i called to be honest, i knew you'd be sleeping but it was worth a try. I just wanted to hear your voice. You always know what to say mon cheri. I just miss you-”

Charles was cut off when the voicemail right tone beeped, letting him know his timing was up on his message. He sighed when he realised he had so much more he wanted to say to you, but you weren't here to listen. 

He couldn't sleep that night, he didn't want to sleep in another empty bed. He hadn't seen you in person for around three weeks now, and he hadn't been able to have a real conversation with you since then either. Nothing more than quick phone calls or late night face times where one would be falling asleep due to the time difference. 

He then decided to pack a bag and fly to london, he missed you, and he needed to be with you.

Charles booked a flight that would take off within the next two hours. He quickly packed a bag and blew off any plas he had made for the rest of that week because he decided he wanted his monday to sunday to be consumed by you.

He picked up the ring box that had been in his pants drawer since long before you left and he realised he was going to do it.

It was seven am on a cold english morning, you were running around your apartment in a towel with wet hair looking for your hairbrush. You hadn't even had a chance to listen to Charles voicemail yet. You found it tucked between your sofa when your doorbell rang.

Subconsciously you grabbed your hairbrush, pulling it through the knotted strands as you ran to your door. You assumed that Sophia, your next door neighbour, had needed to borrow something. 

You were shocked when you saw what was supposedly the love of your love, here, in london. 

But not only was Charles within your presence for the first time in weeks, he was on one knee holding the most gorgeous ring in a small red velvet box. 

He was proposing? He was proposing when he hadn't even spoken to you properly within the last few months. When he hadn't been able to make love to you in weeks, you were both so distant right now but here he was, on one knee at your door.

“Mon amour, i miss you. I've missed you so much it's made me realise that I need you like I need air. I've missed you so much these past few months and all I want is to be with you. You're the woman of my dreams y/n y/l/n. So would you please do me the honour of becoming my wife?” He shot you a nervous smile, his dimples on show, you would have cried of how adorable he looked if you didn't feel a pang in your chest instead.

His smile slowly faded when he saw your wide eyes staring down at his hands. Shit.

After that it was screaming and crying in your apartment, the thought of being late for work long forgotten.

“You can't just show up here charles and propose because you miss me?”

“I dont understand y/n, we've been together for five years, i thought this would be what you wanted?” He pleaded with you. 

“This is what I would've wanted, eventually.” you said, holding up the ring that was placed in your hands.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Charles spat.

“It feels like you're just trying to coerce me into coming back to monaco.” You mumbled.

Charles fell silent, he was sure that's what he wasn't trying to do. But he would be lying if he thought that maybe it would make you realise his love for you and make you come home.

“I just miss you at home.”Charles whispered, tears brimming in his own eyes.

“Monaco isn't my home at the moment charles.”

“You said- you said this would affect us. A little bit more distance you said y/n! You said we would handle it but here we are, the house is empty, your wardrobe is empty, your draws are empty. You haven't been home in months, not even a visit. People are asking if you've left me, y/n. I feel like you just disappeared, like you got up and ran away and left me behind.”

You knew he was right, of course he was right. You became so consumed in your new job that you truthly had forgotten how much Charles probably needed you.

“Charlie, im sorry-”

“No you're not sorry, you're happy, and you feel guilty that you're so happy so far away from me. I can see it on your face, y/n. You've moved on and you didn't even tell me.” Charles scoffed. He stood up and grabbed the bag he had packed thinking this trip would turn out so much better for the both of you.

“I'm going back home y/n. I think- I think you know what you want. It's clear it isn't me so i'm going to go. I'll save you the guilt of breaking up with me, I'll do it for you.”

“Charles, please no, that's not what I intended for I swear.” you cried out as he stood by your apartment door.

“You might not have intended for this, but what else did you expect?”

He grabbed his bag and reached for your front door .

“Charles.” 

His hand scraped the door knob as he started to pull it open, ready to walk away for what he thought would be you asking him to stay.

Instead he was greeted with your open palm, the delicate engagement ring placed in it as you held it out from him to take. From then on Charles knew it was over. 

You were the reason you broke up, but here you were reading all of monacos gossip mags and searching for stupid tik tok videos of charles being spotted with his new girlfriend. Four months later and you were so unhappy in England you just wanted to go home. You decided enough was enough.

To Lando norris

Set up your spare room. I'm coming home.

Lando was your bestfriend and the reason that you and Charles had even met in the first place. You decided you were going to live with him for a while until you managed to sort out your own apartment in Monaco, but Lando was happy to have your company again. Considering before you moved out to live with Charles you were already roommates with lando. 

When Charles caught wind of you moving back to Monaco it was from Carlos, who had told him he recently bumped into you when Lando was helping you move into your new apartment, Carlos's apartment complex. The building right next to where you and Charles used to live.

From the time you left for London to the time you had been broken up to the time it took Charles to buck up the courage to knock on your door you hadn't been together for about a year.

He knocked on the door, his hands shaking as he made an attempt to straighten out his shirt, a bunch of colourful flowers in his hands. They were a range of blue, white and purple, all the colours he knew you loved. 

His breath hitched when you opened the door, he didn't miss the way your face dropped but he did see the glisten in your eye as you registered it was him.

He looked well.

“Charles.” you whispered.

He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue in your accent.

“Come in, please.”

You moved over so he could enter your apartment. He soaked up the decor, he loved how you decorated the place, his heart fluttered when he already noticed the bunch of purple flowers you had in the centre of the living room. He smiled as he realised the colour was still your favourite.

“I got you these, a house warming gift.” He flushed a deep shade of pink as he passed you the flowers, his fingertips grasing yours as you took the bunch of flowers from him.

“Thank you.”

There was a silence that loomed, not an awkward one, it was comfortable, it almost lingered with a sense of nostalgia.

“I don't mean to pry, y/n. But why did you come back?”

You turned to him with a smile evident on your face as you handed him a mug of tea, just how you knew he liked it.

“I missed home, I guess.” you shrugged, still smiling.

He couldn't stop the smile that spread from cheek to cheek as he listened to you refer to Monaco as your home again.

“I realised how much I was leaving behind. That there was so much more to stay for.”

Charles smiled again as he took a sip of his coffee, listening to you talk.

“Charlie, I just need you to know I'm sorry for what I did to you.”

Charles placed his mug on the counter top, ready to protest but you had already beat him to it.

“It was mean and it was selfish of me, I felt trapped and I ran.” 

“I'm sorry you felt that way.” Charles shrugged as it was amost the calmest thing he could do.

“You dyed your hair.'' Charles pointed out as he took a step away from the counter he was leaning on to twist some of your hair between his fingertips.

You looked up at the man you so dearly loved. He was so close you could feel the warmth of his breath, you could smell his toothpaste and his aftershave and you relished in the smell you didnt realise you had missed so much.

“Charles.” it was barely an audible whisper, but it was all too much at once. 

Charles dropped the stand of hair, letting it fall back down along your shoulder and down your chest. He stood back and admitted how different you looked, you looked almost older, mature. You looked well.

“Are you seeing anyone?” the words rolled off his tongue before he could even process how invasive he must have been. However your reply came just as quick.

“No.”

With that Charles took in a deep breath, for him there was a light of opportunity to have you back and he wasn't going to let it pass.

“You?” you thought you were being nonchalant with your reply, you thought you already knew the answer, you had seen the articles.

“I am not.” Charles smiled, sure he had seen a few women. He wasn't going to hide that from you, that he had tried to see other women within the last six months, and he was more embarrassed that you had probably seen they were the carbon copy of you.

You nodded at his answer, putting your head down. 

“Charles, I still need time.” you whispered.

“I'm not asking you for anything mon cherri.” Charles stepped forward again, his hand grabbing your elbow as he stroked your arm. 

“It was nice to see you y/n, you look well.” Charles nodded at you before he walked to let himself out. 

It was evident that you missed him and it was clear to you the feelings were still there. You listened as the door shut behind you. 

Once again he was shutting doors on you. You couldn't help but soft at the parallel. However this time you decided to take charge of the story. 

You opened your front door, your head snapped left and right to see what way Charles had taken off, you smiled when you saw him standing in the hallway with a smile on his face. 

Relief rushed though Charles as he realised you didn't let him walk away this time, you took back what you wanted and what was rightfully yours.

Like some type of romantic movie chiche you ran down the hallway and wrapped your arms around the shoulders of the man you loved and will always love. As one hand gently wrapped around the nape of his neck you pulled his lips onto yours. 

His lips were still stoft like they had been all the other times you had held them on your own. You relished in the feeling of Charles hands trailing up your back, pulling you in as close to him as he possibly could.

He wasn't letting you go this time, and you were here to stay.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUBS !! 💗💗💗💗💗