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hello hello, its time for the French GP which means its time for a new update

also, you can read part 3 here

Cruel Summer | Charles Leclerc imagine | part 4

im pretty positive that when taylor swift wrote cruel summer she wasn't actually thinking about joe, but how cruel summer is in france, for the love of god, and im used with the brazilian summer, and trust me, brazilian summer is petty much a spoiler from hell, but france were trying really hard to steal that from brazil.

as the usual, i arrived in france a couple of days before the team, one of my best friends lives in toulon, but we take the first day to go to paris and have our precious moments just being tourists, izzy and i studied together the last three years in high school but we kept contact and she became one of the people i trust most in the world, so it was really nice to have her these days.

i haven't spoken to charles the last two weeks, i was take that time to go back to my home country and enjoy the short time i had with my grandparents and the time different make quite impossible for me to talk to anyone on the team, but i was confident things weren't to change, we are both adults and we can kiss and remain friends. and im pretending he didn't say anything about ruining me, if i think too much about it i could faint and it wouldn't look nice.

the time in paris make me realize that from france i like the wine, the cheese, the accent and the desserts, and one or two french people, and thats all. izzy and i went back to her parents house and used the last two days we had together before i had to join the team to spend as much time as we could in beach, and also for us to kick some people at beach volleyball. by the time i was back with ferrari i was glowing with happiness and the summer sun left a little kiss on my skin, it make me look way more the old me.

i went to the circuit on wednesday, i was working together with carlos engineering team to fix the car in time, we would switch everything so he would go straight to the end of the grid, but we want to see how the peace would go. we spent the whole day working on the car, and when thursday arrived the drivers came with it.

i was analyzing some things about strategy and charles car, we would take the day to take a deep care on his throttle and make sure everything was ok, i wasn't sure about the chief thoughts about it, but i didn't want anything to went wrong, we have a solid chance to close the points difference to red bull and verstappen and i want to grab it and close it as soon as possible. i was sitting away from the people and didn't notice the boys arriving, carlos scared me when he snapped his fingers in front of me, give me a high five and went to his garage, i waited i little to see if charles would pass by, but he didn't and i went back yo my job. later that day when i was fixing some things on the tool box he came silently behind me and give me a shoulder kiss, it was way more intimate than the club kiss.

"hello to you" he saind and moved to your front so his gaze could be leveled up with yours

"hello to you too" you were pretty aware about the heat on your cheeks

"how was your home time?"

"do you remember?" he nodded and smile to you "well, it was ok, i went to my grandparents house, back to my own bed for a couple of days and spent a long time just holding my cat, it was nice. how was your week?"

"it was nice, went home to my family" he was toying with your fingers; you've never expected charles to be the kind of person who likes physical touch, but apparently he was, and you like that.

"we are working on the throttle, so we don't expect more issues, but were gonna wait to see during free practice" you said, keep it the limb between what happened and the professional life was safe

"ok, i trust you, but let me know" he chuckle a little bit on the past part

"i will, don't worry" both of you stand in silence for a couple of minutes, you knew charles wanted to say something "ok, what is it?"

"can i ask you something? you don't have to answer" he looks so cute when he's shy about something

"yes, you can, just ask"

"so... girls?" you laughed, the club girl, you were expecting them to forget

"well, yes, girls" you didn't want to ask that, but you kinda have to "does it bother you?"

"no. absolutely not. i couldn't care less, honestly, i just wondered because we were all drunk and i kept thinking that maybe you weren't into girls but just to, i don't know, keep pierre from making any move... honestly, i don't know, but it doesn't bother me in anyway"

"oh, ok, thats really nice from you, but i do like girls, ever since i was 16, so it wasn't a big deal, it's just something i like to keep to myself at least at the beginning, until i got the trust feeling" you weren't trying to explain yourself, just came naturally to talk about it with charles

"so you trust us?"

"i trust you because its my job, im pretty positive they're not gonna say anything, but if they do its not a secret, i just like to keep my life private" he nodded to you and give you a small smile, just the dimples showing up

"so you trust me, that's nice"

"well, charles, i have to trust you, it's a both hands driveway, for us to do our jobs we need to trust each other, but yes, i kinda trust you to talk about my personal life, does it make you happy?"

"yes, it does, and just for the record, i trust you too, and trust my car to you and your hands, anyway, do you want to go eat something after? i owe you a tour"

"definitely, im starving, i need to finish some things but i think im free in 45 minutes"

"ill pick you up than" he said and walked away, winking at you

"god i really need to teach you how to wink" you said and both of you laughed

after press conference and media stuff, you and charles left to a walk around the city, he showed you incredible food and take you to an incredible wine store.

"the car is feeling amazing, you're doing a good job" he said after he finished his icecream

"im putting effort into that, and thank you, it means a lot but..." he cut you

"your just doing your job, i know, i know"

"i got a gift for you" he give you that half surprise half curious look and turned his whole body to you

"it's an amulet, naples one, my parents lives there so... its a curniciello" you gave him the small box and he immediately opened it, it was just a pendant, he could tie anywhere, you just want yo give him something to hold into

"y/n... thank you, really, thank you" he hugged you for the third time - not that you were counting

you spent the rest of evening talking while the icecream man kept feeding you with a bunch of different combinations, once you couldn't take another sip you went back to the hotel, tomorrow would be the big day.

qualy day, saturday, france

the team was apprehensive, we knew carlos would start from the back, but the team work was there, during the q3 carlos give charles the vacuum, it was what give him the highest possible to win the pole position, and after austria you knew how much the pole meant to him. the team went loud, we were happy and there was that euphoric feeling on the air, something good was about to happen and that got the team tighter than the usual.

"I've said earlier but i want to say again, it was a great lap, so congrats on pole"

"carlos helped me a lot, grande grande carlos"

"im always confused if your speaking italian or trying to speak spanish, but yes, grande carlos"

"it was supposed to be spanish, is it wrong?"

"no, its right, and the italian help a lot, latin languages usually complete each other"

"how many languages do you speak after all? you said your parent lives in italy"

"portuguese, spanish, english and italian, and yes, my parents lives there for the last 5 years"

"why don't you speak italian with the team?"

"i got mixed together in my minds, its really similar with portuguese and spanish and when i realize im speaking three languages at the same time, so i keep with english, its easier"

as the day before, you sit there the whole afternoon, you talked about a thousand different things and nothing at the same time, every times you got to know a piece of him you liked charles more and more.

sunday, race day:

if your life had a narrator, the narrator voice would be echoing "and they has absolutely no idea on what was about to happen".

the lights went of and charles did the most incredible, amazing, shining start. he was doing amazing until lap 11, i saw in slow motion as he spin and hit the wall

"are you ok?" i asked on the radio way before he collided with the barrier

"i dont got throttle" he answered and his voice was already completely different, he kept going into the barrier and couldn't reverse, when you were about to say sorry his radio exploded with a huge "no", his breath was so heavy, you were so worried about a injury or him getting hurt. he stayed inside the car a couple more seconds and when he got out he didn't take his helmet off, you were so sorry and so upset you couldn't hold the gasp and the tears that followed the minutes after. the win was on his lap, we just need to do good pitstops and he would win again - and good know how much we needed that victory.

"you cant do this now, not here" xavi came to me and said, it wasn't a lecture, but i was charles engineer, i couldn't break with him. i grabbed the leave of my jacket and whipped the tears away, got up and went to wait for him. charles passed through everyone and locked himself inside his motorhome.

"charles, please, let me in" he didn't answered any of my calls, so i sit there, on the floor, in front his door and waited. i could hear his heavy breaths, i wasn't sure if he was crying or having a crisis, so i tried again "charles? im here ok, im here if you need anything and im not leaving" i listened a sound coming from inside, it was the lock, he didn't opened the door, but he unlocked it, it took another rounds of minutes so i could finally hear the door open, he was sitting side by side with de doorframe, we were back on back, just a wall between us "can i came in?" he didn't answered, again, but he opened the door, giving me space.

i got inside and lock the door again, he didn't need anyone around, i didn't even know why i was there. i sit down, giving him to his personal space, it look like an eternity, but he looked at me and i could see everything, the sadness, the anger, the frustration... all of that.

"im so sorry, charles, i should have checked the system, im so sorry i didn't"

"it wasn't the car" was the only thing he said, "it was on me, it wasn't the car" his breath didn't became lighter, slowly i put my hands on his right arm, i was expecting him to pull away, but he didn't, he gasped and let his head fall on his knees

"can you give me deep breaths? i know its hard, but can you try it?" i had plenty of time to learn how to deal with crises, every kinda of, the way charles was reacting got me so worried that i could barely think "i promise it will get better, you just need to deep breath" after a couple of minutes i could hear his breath a little clear, it was starting to calm down "do you want to be alone?" he grabbed my hand and for the first time in what feels hours he spoke clearly

"please don't let me alone, i can't"

"that's ok, im here, im not leaving until you tell so, there's anything you want me to do?"

"can you time travel? because if you can i would like to go back to two hours ago" he stayed in silence and continued "i failed with them, the team, myself, jules family, everyone, i keep failing with them over and over again, i don't deserve the championship, i don't deserve to win, i don't" all the times before he had hugged me it was nothing compared with this time, he held me like his life depends on it, it was desperate, the only thing i could do was hold him back, and i did it, i held him against me tighter than i could

"listen to me, you don't have to say anything or answered me, i just need you to listen what i have to say, its ok to commit mistakes, you're not a machine, you're not perfect, you're an athlete and no athlete can be 100% at everytime, no one can do that, your pushing yourself on you limit and once you fell its gonna hurt, but just like loosing is a shitty part of the process, falling is also part of that same process, i know your taking everything on you right now, and im not telling you not to, but im telling you that the mistakes you commit doesn't define you, you are bigger than this, you are bigger than the championships and i know you want to win, i know you hate to loose because when we win we want that feeling again and again, and we lost, because you cannot always win, but life isn't made just by loosing, winning is great, its worst than any kind of drug, but we as human beings need to learn how to deal with the defeat because you're not a superhero, your not unbeatable, you're human charles, and humans commit mistakes"

"but i keep commenting mistakes..."

"imola was on you, even i can tell that, but after imola? you're not the responsible for spain, the car died, monaco was a strategy mistake, azerbaijan was another power unit issue, montreal you had to go all over the grid and silverstone we don't know how that happened, you are doing your job, giving all of you to this team, we are the ones failing you, and im deeply sorry about it"

"you dont have to cheer me up or came with excuses about today" good, he was talking again

"its not a excuse, mistakes happen, were moving on, tomorrow is a new day" he deep breath and let me go, he was visible calmer than half an hour ago, we stayed in silence, it wasn't needed to fulfill that with small talk, it was just a knock on the door that take us out, charles needed to do media duties, that was the most cruel part about the defeat.

"can you came with me, i want to go back to the hotel and i don't want to be alone" he asked and got up

"yeah, sure, im gonna let mattia know youre ok, meet you outside" i got up and left the room before he could say anything.

charles changed his racing suit to a most comfortable one, talked with the team and mattia, did his press duties and once he was done the race was over and i could say congratulations to carlos, it was a shitty weekend last race but he managed pretty well today, i also talked with mattia and let him know i was going to drive charles back and if he needed anything he could call me, after today we would probably went back to maranello to work things better.

charles was driving a pretty common ferrari this weekend, way easier to drive than you imagined his pista spider would be, he got into the passenger seat, put his sunglasses on and rested his head on the glass, you drove him back to the hotel all the team were staying and once you parked he didn't left the car.

"i hate to see you like that" you said quietly, your voice barely higher than a whisper

"the most difficult part its gonna be sleep tonight, I'll be fine tomorrow and im gonna work harder in budapest" he was sure of it, and god help you, he better win something next week or you would have to take him to your grandma

"there's anything i can do to make you feel better?" that was a question you made more than once today

"can you stay with me?" he had taken his glasses off and was looking straight to you

"yes, i can" your mind was a spiral of things to make him feel less miserable and there was only one thing you could do.

charles went to his room to shower and talk to his mom and arthur and you went to yours, you did pretty much the same thing, shower, called your parents and went to find your secret weapon, a tangled dvd from jesus know how many years and your movie notebook, it was a common notebook, just a old one that had the entrance to dvd player, you also called anna and ask her to pass on the closest bakery and bought happiness emergency supply, cake, pie and a huge package of popcorn.

charles texted you a little bit more than an hour after, you had everything you need and when he opened the door he was way more relaxed and calm than an hour before. both of you make the room comfortable and you pinky promised him you would work out with him during the week.

once you turned you notebook on he look at you with one eyebrow raise, or at least he tried:

"how old this is?" he pointed to the dvd compartment

"younger than you and me, just for your information"

"your wallpaper is one direction, so i would say ten years?" he was joking again

"ha ha, not funny leclerc, but you're gonna like it" you put the dvd and started playing on the screen, the tangled music went up and charles immediately got happier, he laid down, his head close to yours as the screen reflected on his eyes

"your right, i like it, thank you for today, for everything, for being there, for what you said and for being here right now"

"i told you in silverstone, im your girl, you'll jump I'll jump"

you spent the whole night watching disney movies and at some point you got him into the idea of watching volleyball and put a match from the turkish league for him to watch, but the tiredness from the day caught him, he was sleeping in the middle of first set, his breath was calm and low, his head was on your shoulders because at some point you got closer.

you got a text from carlos asking how things were, you answered and he immediately thanked you, for taking good care of his car and his teammate, charles cellphone lighted up a couple of times, you just turned off and let him sleep, that was the most peaceful moment of his day and he deserved that.

next part here

hey guys, im just so sad that all i think about is how Charles must be feeling right now and all i want is to hold him and tell him everything is gonna be okay, anyway, hope you enjoy this one

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