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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
A/N -Â i would like to say that i do not write smut, sorry if that disappoints. if u would like to request i write for alex turner, formula one, and harry styles! hope u enjoy!
ALEX TURNER
headcanon - alex dating singer!y/n
the chain - singer!y/n and alex singing âthe chainâ by fleetwood mac
headcanon - alex dating supermodel!y/n
HARRY STYLES
tiktok stars - f!reader convinces harry to do a tiktok with her
i love youâs - f!reader goes on ellen to promote her new song that she wrote about harry after they broke up (based on hailee steinfeldâs song âi love youâsâ)
tiktok trends - f!reader makes a tiktok trend about harry and accidentally reveals their relationship
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red - series; singer!oc has a whirlwind romance with carlos
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RED (chapter three: message in a bottle)
warnings â sexual jokes and mentions, swearing, drinking, bad spanish bc of google translate
authorâs note â might be the only chapter for some time, sorry!!!
word count â 3.4k
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It seemed like the days past faster than Carlos and Amelia would've liked. They had spent the last several days in Madrid getting to know each other, leaving them with only two days before the singer was set to leave for Los Angeles. Today, they had decided, was a day for exploring. Which is why they were currently in central Madrid in disguises. Carlos had a fake mustache on, his hair hidden underneath a hat, and eyes covered by sunglasses, while Amelia had gone all out; she had bought a blonde wig that reached her shoulders, sunglasses that were far too huge for her face, and a ridiculous dress, that included a light scarf that she had tied around her head. To say that both of them looked completely foolish would've been an understatement.
 They walked hand in hand as Carlos was explaining to Amelia the history behind the places they were visiting, as well as sharing his own stories from when he was younger. "So, I was so drunk that I thought it would be a great idea to jump in the fountain, only to have the police run after me and my mates. It was brilliant, one of the best night of my life." the two of them laughed as he recalled his memory. "Come on." he tugged on her hand as he lead them towards a narrow street, that was significantly less crowded.
 "Where are we going?" Amelia questioned curiously, looking around the street. There were a few old cafes and restaurants with only a few drunkards sitting on them, laughing loudly as they chugged their drinks.
 "We are going to lunch." Carlos replied simply as Amelia let him drag her around the streets of Madrid. They walked for approximately five minutes before stopping at a little restaurant, that she certainly would've missed if she was on her own. There were only five tables outside that definitely couldn't fit over three people, but even that would've been uncomfortable. As a hostess approached them, Carlos told her something in Spanish and they were immediately sat at one of the five tables. "This is my favorite restaurant in Madrid. It's been passed out from generation to generation for almost a hundred years, and the food," he mimicked a chef's kiss. "fantastic."
 "That certainly sounds impressive." Amelia commented as they were handed out their menu's. She skipped past the few pages, only to have the entire thing be in Spanish.
 Carlos chuckled as he watched her try to decipher the words, before shaking his head lightly. "Come on, let me translate it for you."
 "It's fine." she shook her head with a smile. "I trust you to order for me."
 "Ah, I thought you didn't trust me in the slightest." Carlos smirked, recalling back to the yacht party in Monaco, where she had told him that she didn't trust him moments before he had thrown her into the Mediterranean sea.
 She smiled at that. "I think that if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't be here right now." Amelia told him and before she knew it, he had pulled her chair beside him as she yelped at the sudden movement with Carlos smashing his lips into hers a moment later. "That mustache is really itchy." she spoke into the kiss, earning a laugh from Carlos as he pulled away.
 "It is." he replied as he scratched it, slightly making it fall off on one side, making Amelia fix it with a giggle. Things were good between them, really good. They hadn't put any labels on each other as they claimed they were just 'trying it out', but that didn't stop them from acting like a couple. It was slowly starting to become the new regular for them.
 Neither of them was sure what the future held for either of them. Amelia was set to leave for Los Angeles in two days and Carlos had to go back to racing after the two week break. It definitely wasn't ideal for building a relationship. They were yet to mention it, with each of them tiptoeing around the topic, neither of them ready to break this little bubble of bliss they had created around each other. But Amelia knew one of them had to bite the bullet and bring it up, so that was exactly what she did. "Carlos," she called out to him. "What are we going to after I leave? About us I mean."
 He shuffled at his seat, shoulders tensing. "I don't know." Carlos replied honestly. Silence overtook them as they both went inside their own minds, searching for solutions to their problem.
 "We can send each other messages in a bottle." Amelia joked lightly, nudging him. "Okay, so let's say after I come back from LA, I can join you for some of the Grand Prix's, and then I have my tour starting, when it's summer break for you, so you can come to a couple of the shows. And I think we can leave the rest for future us to handle."
 Carlos grabbed her hand in his, placing a light kiss on the back of it as he nodded. "I think that sounds good."
 "Yeah?"
 "Yeah." they smiled at each other foolishly, their eyes never tearing from each other until their food was served. Carlos had ordered Amelia a seafood paella, claiming that it was the best one she would ever taste, and he was right. It was definitely at the top of her list for best meals she had ever tried.
 "I think I need to come to Madrid more often just to eat this." Amelia raved as she continued to stuff her mouth.
 Carlos chuckled at the sight of her. "You're always welcome here."
 "I'll definitely be taking advantage of that offer." Amelia joked. Lunch was finished not too long after and they had decided to go back to his house, both of them exhausted from their walkâ they were also impatient to get out of the uncomfortable disguises.
They had both went their separate ways upon entering the house, so that they could refresh themselves for the rest of the day. Amelia let out a load groan as soon as she entered her shower, only to remember that she had ran out of body wash the other day. She was quick to wrap a towel around her body and walk towards Carlos' room, knocking twice for good measure. Shuffling could be heard inside of his room as Amelia stood in front of his door feeling quite foolish in only a towel. But the moment the door swung open, she had to mentally refrain herself from staring as she was met with Carlosâ or rather Carlos, who was also wrapped in a towel that sat low on his hips.
Her face flushed slightly as she opened her mouth, only to forget what she had come to ask in the first place. Carlos wasn't any better than her at the matter, his own cheeks red as he took a little peek at the way her towel barely reached her mid-thigh. It took everything in him to not pull her inside of his room, but for the sake of his mother raising him to be a gentleman he didn't. "Do youâ Do you have any body wash? I ran out of mine." her voice was quiet, not helping to break the tension. God, she felt like a teenager seeing a shirtless boy for the first time.
"Ah . . ." his voice trailed off, trying to access his rational brain and get rid of the hormonal one that would give a teenage boy's one a run for his money. "Yes, yes I do." Carlos replied after a couple of moments, going inside his room and into the bathroom, leaving Amelia to curse at herself for how awkward she had made it. It took him a couple of seconds to come back with a 3-in-1 wash, earning a shocked chuckle from the woman. "What?"
"I think this wash might be your only red flag, Carlos." Amelia held it in her hand, examining it. "You're a millionaire and yet you're still choosing the worst product." she joked.
Carlos scoffed playfully. "Ay, come on. It's so convenient." he defended in a thick Spanish accent.
"Whatever you say, lover boy." Amelia joked as she walked away towards her room. "We are going shopping for body washes before I leave." she called out loudly, before disappearing into her room. A 3-in-1 shampoo, fucking unbelievable, she thought to herself.
"No, you have to put more salt in." Carlos argued to Amelia who rolled her eyes.
"Do you want us to go blind with all that salt?"
"It's going to have no taste!" Maybe it had been a mistake on the couple's part, but they had decided to cook dinner together â it clearly wasn't going as expected. For the past half an hour, they had spent their time bickering over seasonings and measurements, each of them having a strong opinion on the matter.
Amelia scoffed. "You have no taste!" she argued back like a toddler.
"Well, clearly I do if I like you." Carlos replied with a sleazy smirk.
"That was a good one." Amelia chuckled, connecting their lips briefly. They laughed together after that. "Alright, maybe just a little more salt." she gave in, putting more salt into their meal.
Carlos chuckled. "Wasn't so hard, eh?" he poked at her side, causing her to jump slightly. A lot of bickering later, they were sat at the dinner table in anticipating silence as they took a bite of their meal. As they tasted their food, their eyes met in horror before they spat it out, gagging sounds leaving their mouths.
 "I'm going to throw up."
 "We are never cooking together again."
 Both of them gulped down large amounts of water trying to be rid themselves of the horrible taste. Amelia pushed her plate as far away from her as she could with Carlos following her movements. "How did it go so wrong?" the Spaniard complained, a pout forming on his lips.
 "Must've been your seasoning." Amelia muttered quietly as Carlos turned to her with an offended expression, throwing his napkin at her.
 He chuckled bitterly. "No, no, no! It was definitely your cooking timeâ I mean, who cooks chicken for that long?"
 "Normal people!" she cried out. They stared challengingly at each other for a couple of moments, before grins fought their way through their faces and they broke out in laughter.
 "I will order pizza." Carlos said once their laughter had died down, standing up from the table.
 Amelia followed his movements. "And I'll go make us something stronger to drink." A total of fourty-three minutes later, they were back in the dining room, this time actually enjoying the pizza they ordered. They were sipping on the third round of negronis Amelia had prepared for them, feeling slightly intoxicated at that point. "I don't know if I'm starved, but this pizza can give the Italians a run for their money." she raved as she took another bite, a pleased hum escaping past her lips.
 "No, I think you are right." Carlos agreed, his words slightly muffled as he had stuffed almost an entire slice in his mouth.
 Moments later, his phone began buzzing and he let out a curse, wiping his hands and answering. Amelia wasn't sure who was calling or what they were asking Carlos since he was talking in Spanish, but from what she had gathered someone was trying to convince him something. The conversation lasted no more than two minutes with the Spaniard letting out a defeated sigh. "Mierda. Amelia, I'm so sorry but my friends have invited themselves over, and they're not taking no for an answer. I tried to tell them that they can't come, but they are drunk and are not listening. If you want we can lock the doors and not let them inâ"
 "Carlos." Amelia interrupted him. "It's fine. I don't mind them coming over, it will be fun, and besides I've been keeping you locked in here for almost a week." she joked, grabbing his hand and rubbing it comfortingly.
 "Thank you." Carlos kissed her hand, before dropping so that he could bring his up to the side of her face and pull her in for a kiss. Amelia deepened their kiss by tangling her hands in his hair, slightly tugging on it. That seemed to set Carlos into a frenzy as he had suddenly picked her up in his arms effortlessly, her legs immediately wrapping around his torso as he lead them towards the couch. He had sat them down with Amelia on top of him, his hand resting low on her back with the other on her cheek, pulling her close to him. He couldn't get enough of her; Of the way the strong liquor on her lips was enough to intoxicate him further, along with the unforgettable sweet notes of her perfume that had been driving him crazy for the past few days. Images of earlier today when he had seen her only wearing a towel flashed right before him, the unholy thoughts that would make nuns blush and priests cower in shame resurfaced once again into his mind.
 He had long forgotten of his friends that were nearing his house as he placed soft kisses on her neck, because there was only her. In this moment and in every moment since he had met her, there was only her, and he knew it would be like that for the rest of time, he was sure of it. Because Amelia Peak had already ruined him to pieces. Carlos was almost convinced that she must've been a fragment of his imagination, because there was no way in hell that he had done something so right in his life to get to spend even a moment with her.
However, time wasnât ever in their favor as the doorbell rang, drunken yelling from his friends loudly echoing. âChiliiiiiii. Carlos, dĂłnde estĂĄs?â one of them called out. Amelia laughed pressing her forehead against Carlosâ one as he muttered curse words. She got off from his lap, standing up and lending him a hand, so that he could follow her movements. His friends hadnât stop shouting at the door, their voices getting louder by the second. Finally, when Carlos reached the door and opened it, the distinct smell of whiskey reeking off of the group of five. Amelia had stayed a couple of steps behind Carlos as he greeted his friends. âCarlitos!â one of the guys yelled out happily, pulling his friend into a hug. Carlosâ friends consisted of three guys and two girls, who had yet to notice Amelia leaning on the wall a couple of meters away from them.
âSi, si, eso es suficiente.â Carlos patted down his friend on the back, looking towards Amelia with an apologetic look, which is how his friends noticed the unknown presence in the room.
âAm I completely wasted or is that Amelia Peak?â one of the girls questioned in a thick British accent, which surprised the singer slightly.
Amelia laughed. âUh, yeah itâs me.â she replied with an amused smile. She could hear the Brit mutter a âholy shitâ under her breath, which made her chuckle. Soon after that introduction followedâ his friendsâ names were Sophie, Emilio, Miguel, Jorge, and Ester. After the initial shock and teasing Carlos and Amelia received, the group made their way onto the patio, switching their drinks to Margaritas, that were once again prepared by the singer, who was phenomenal at cocktails. Apparently, she had worked as a bartender before she was discovered.
âI have an idea.â Jorge spoke up, his Spanish accent thicker due to all the alcohol he had consumed. âWe play that game that Americans play in movies, where you drink when youâve done something.â
âNever have I ever?â Sophie questioned with furrowed brows.
Jorge nodded his head rapidly. âYes, yes! That one!â
Carlos, who had his arms wrapped around Amelia, looked down at her with a questioning gaze. âYou want to play?â
âAbsolutely.â the singer replied eagerly. âI want to feel like Iâm sixteen again.â the group chuckled at that.
âOkay, okay.â Miguel spoke up, moving his hand and spilling a bit of his drink on the floor. âNever have I ever done drugs.â Ester scoffed as everyone took a sip from their Margaritas.
Ester rolled her eyes. âWho hasnât smoked weed? Harder drugsâ maybe not, but weed?â
Amelia perked up. âOoh, never have I ever had a one night stand.â she drank along with Carlos, Sophie, and Jorge.
âDirty, dirty whores.â Emilio joked, before a mischievous smirk made a way onto his face. âNever have I ever had a threesome.â he drank proudly as Amelia tried to discreetly take a sip, but that was spoiled by Sophieâs exaggerated gasp, and all eyes made their way towards the singer.
She lifted her hands up in defeat with a sheepish laughter escaping past her lips. âOkay, okay. I did it with my ex a couple of years ago and he left me for the other girl after that, so not the best experience.â
They all booed at that. âFuck him!â Ester said, which caused Amelia to smile as she leaned into Carlosâ embrace.
âI wrote a song about him and now the entire internet hates him, so I think I got the better outcome.â Amelia said with devilish smirk and the girls cheered her on.
âPlease donât write a bad song about me.â Carlos joked lightly and Amelia chuckled.
âDonât break my heart then.â she replied, kissing his cheek to let him know she was simply playing around. The game continued on for a couple of more rounds with the group deciding to spend the rest of the evening talking. It was well into the early hours of the day when everyone had left, leaving Carlos and Amelia on their own. As soon as the door closed, the Spaniard wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. âLetâs go to bed.â the woman cooed, feeling him nod his head in agreement.
When they reached her bedroom, he whispered her a goodnight, but before he could leave, she wrapped her hand around his wrist. âStay with me tonight.â Amelia asked, looking up into his eyes.
Carlos didnât need to think about it, only nodding softly and letting her bring her into her room. After getting ready for bed, they laid down next to each other, gazing into the otherâs eyes. He put his hand over her cheek, caressing it gently, when she moved closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. âGoodnight, cariño.â he whispered once they broke the kiss, pulling her into his arms.
âGoodnight, Carlos.â she replied, quickly falling asleep after that in the comfort of his embrace.
Unfortunately for Carlos and Amelia, their time together had come to an end. They were currently in front of her jet in each otherâs arms, stumbling through the long goodbye. He had picked her up, her feet dangling as he spun her around lightly. âI will miss you.â he whispered carefully, not wanting to admit his own defeat in his feelings.
âI will miss you too.â Amelia whispered back as he put her down, brushing the hair that was sticking to her face due to the wind. She got on her tippy-toes to put her arms around his shoulders, placing multiple pecks on his lips. She knew it was time for her to go, so she pulled away from him, walking away as she felt her heart sink down, watching Carlos stay behind. Just as Amelia climbed on the steps of the plane, she decided to run back into his arms, kissing passionately one last time. âPlease, donât forget me.â she breathed out as she pulled away.
âNever.â Carlos replied and after that, she finally got on the plane, knowing that if she stayed even a minute more in his arms, she would damn her entire career and stay with him forever. So, she watched him get back in his car and leave, her heart sinking at the how much she already missed the warmth he provided her. And now, Amelia began counting down the days until she saw him again.
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OF COURSE THEYâRE PLAYING SMOOTH OPERATOR AT THE BEACH I AMđđđ
new red chapter tmrw hopefullyđ€
RED (bonus chapter: the internetâs reaction)
warnings â none, maybe foul language
authorâs note â i wanted to do something fun and quick, so this was born LMAO
word count â 302
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TMZ
BREAKING NEWS: AMELIA PEAK AND FORMULA ONE STAR CARLOS SAINZ TOGETHER?
Amelia Peak and Formula One driver Carlos Sainz might be the internetâs newest and hottest couple â TMZ gets exclusive sightings.
Amelia âSerial Daterâ Peak was pictured out on a date with Carlos Sainz on Monday following the Monaco Grand Prix. Sources tell TMZ that the couple was seen âholding hands under the tableâ.
We are not sure when their romance began, but we know for a fact that the singer was a guest of Ferrari during the racing weekend in Monaco as pictured here:
She was also seen wearing a Ferrari hat with the numbers 55 on it, which is Sainzâs racing number.
Currently, we have no further information on the couple, but we sure do hope to see more of them in the future.
MORE FROM TMZ:
â AMELIA PEAKâS WILD DATING HISTORY: from Harry Styles to Jacob Elordi and many more!
â KIM KARDASHIAN IS âSINGLE AND READY TO MINGLEâ AFTER KANYE DIVORCE
â RIHANNA AND ASAP ROCKY ENGAGED??
DeuxMoi
Anon pls! Amelia Peak and Carlos Sainz out in Monte Carlo. They were holding hands under the table, looking pretty cozy together. Are they dating?
user: CARMELIA WHAT?? NOT MY TWO WORDS COLLIDING WITH AMELIA AND CARLOS DATING WTFFSHHSHZJSJ
user: another tough day to not be amelia peak #carmelia
user: NOT CARLOS SAINZ STEALING MY GIRL
user: iâm sorry but this is literally such a random couple.. i want to know absolutely everything. #carmelia
user: currently crying bc iâm not carlos sainz
user: DID ANYONE ELSE SEE THAT PICTURE OF AMELIA AND CARLOS IN MADRID WITH HIS DOG OF THEM DRIVING AROUND BECAUSE IM VIOLENTLY SOBBINGđđ
user: the next album will be so good i just know it. #carmelia
user: always them european menâŠâŠ.. #carmelia
user: everyoneâs search history rn #carmelia
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RED (chapter two: treacherous)
warnings â fluff, cursing
authorâs note â ik that we are going fast, but when i think of the album red, i imagine a relationship that went in super fast, passionate, and intense from the very beginning. even though i prefer the slow burn ones, i just wanted to portray the album the best way i can
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"Oh my God, I'm going to absolutely murder you!" Joanna screeched over the phone as Amelia scrunched her face due to her loud voice. Carlos' face scrunched up in confusion as she put her phone on speaker, so he could listen in. Currently, the two of them were on a private jet on their way to Madrid. "I was knocking on your hotel room's door for fifteen minutes, before I decided to check my phone only to see a text from you saying 'Going to Madrid' kissing face emoji! A KISSING FACE EMOJI, AMELIA!? Have you gone absolutely insane?"
"Hey, Joanna." Amelia replied with a faux cool tone, a nervous chuckle following along. "Yeah, you see, Carlos" he muttered a quiet 'hola' at the mention of his name. "invited me to Madrid and how could I refuse such an offer, you know how incredible it is over there during this time of the yearâ"
"Stop bullshitting me." Joanna cut her client off. "I know about your little date yesterday, in fact, the whole world knows! Yeah, that's right! Let me just read you out a couple of things. DeuxMoi 'spotted: Amelia Peak and Carlos Sainz together at a cafe in Monte Carlo acting rather cozy. Pretty sure I saw them hold hands under the table', TMZ has posted pictures of you two, and not to mention Formula One WAG accounts are obsessing over you being Carlos' new girlfriend, and the pictures you posted with Charlotte is getting reposted and everyone is naming you 'the Ferrari girls' . . . Do you want to be the death of me, Amelia?" the manager asked with an exasperated sigh.
The line stayed quiet for a couple of moments, before the singer spoke up. "But I am a Ferrari girl, I've always been a fan." Amelia said in a small voice as her gaze reconnected with Carlos' one and it took everything in them not to burst out laughing, the Spaniard snorting as the singer kicked him to quiet him.
 "You know what," Joanna said exhaustedly. "I can't even talk to you right now, I need a drink and I will deal with this later."
 "Bye, Joanna. See you soon, I love you." Amelia hung up the phone, bursting out laughing as Carlos was quick to follow suit. "We are in such deep shit." she spoke through her fit of giggles. To be quite honest, Amelia had no idea what was going on through her head when she accepted Carlos' plead for her to follow him back Madrid. Maybe it was the thrill of it all; the way she could break out of her shell around him, act foolish and reckless just like a teenager, the spontaneous and not thought through decisions. But she knew she was beginning to catch feelings for the Spaniard, that much was clear to everyone, but even she herself wasn't sure when that line was crossed. They had known each other for three days. Amelia wasn't sure how it had been humanely possible for this to happen in the span of 72 hours, that she was starting to question if she might've actually gotten a sunstroke on the day they met, so now her entire mind had been clouded and she just kept making the wrong decision.
But in that moment as Amelia looked back in Carlos' eyes, she knew that sunstroke or not, she was starting to form feelings. So, she did what she knew best by pulling out her song journal, writing down 'Begin Again' and underlining it with two lines. "What are you doing?" Carlos questioned, brow raised as he tried to get a peak in the journal.
"Ah-ah-ah." Amelia tutted, pulling the book close to her chest. "Not for you eyes."
"Ay, come on! Please show me." he begged, his hands flying dramatically.
She shook her head. "Don't get offended, Carlos, I never show my song journal to anyone."
"So, you're writing a song." his question had been formed more so like a statement and Amelia nodded as scribbled down possible lyrics. "Is it about me?" Carlos wiggled his brows to show that he was simply joking.
"No. I'm finishing up an old one." the lie slipped so easily from Amelia's tongue, but she couldn't give him the truth. It would've seemed freaky and clingy, and they weren't anywhere close to that stage. "How does this sound?" she began humming up a melody, that had been stuck in her head all day.
Carlos couldn't help but stare at her with absolute astonishment as she was in her element. He knew she was talented, but seeing her create something beautiful out of scratch with such effortlessness, it blew his mind. "It sounds like it will be the most beautiful song." he breathed out, watching the blush rise to her cheeks as she looked down, scribbling in her notepad. "When do I get to listen to it?"
"When it's out." Amelia responded almost robotically, too indulged in her craft to care for the outside world.
Carlos huffed. "So, no special treatment for me. I see how it is." he said with faux offense and Amelia closed her journal to look at him with a smile.
"It's not that." she said. "I just don't like showing anyone my songs until I know they are one hundred percent perfect." As she admitted to her true reasoning, Carlos watched as she looked down sheepishly.
"Okay." was all he said, taking her hand in his and leaving a soft kiss on it. The remaining rest of the flight was spent in silence, but neither of them had felt awkward in it, rather enjoying the comfort it provided.
When they had landed, they were immediately escorted to a car that had driven them to Carlos' home that just outside of Madrid. The driver had parked in front of the house, the duo thanking him as they jumped out of the car. As Carlos had taken it in his hands to fetch their bags from the trunk, Amelia couldn't help but admire his beautiful house. "You've got a beautiful home, Carlos." she hummed, eyes never leaving the building.
"Thank you." he replied and she could feel his gaze burning into the side of her face, so she turned her head to meet his eyes, smiling warmly at him as he mimicked her movements. "Just to let you know, I do live with my family, but they're all on vacation in Mallorca, so it will be just the two of us." Carlos began explaining as they entered the inside of the house, which was as equally as beautiful as the exterior. "And my dog, Piñón. But I will go pick him up later today from a friend."
"You have a dog?" Amelia question, excitement evident in her voice.
Carlos chuckled. "Yes, I do. I have four in total, but I asked my family to leave me Piñón." he put their bags down, leading them into the living room. Immediately, Amelia had fallen in love with the design of the house. It had a modern rustic touch to it, that had somehow blended into a perfect harmony, making it feel like a warm, inviting home. "Do you have any animals?"
"I do! I have a dog. She's the absolute love of my life." Carlos couldn't help but smile at Amelia's excitement as she mentioned her dog. She continued to tell him more about her dog, which he had learned was a toy poodle named Rory. He stared at her, the way she talked so gleefully as she told him stories of her dog, her eyed shining like the brightest stars in the sky. "Oh, I miss her so much. My parents have been taking care of her for the past few months, while I was finishing up the North American leg of my tour."
Carlos hummed. "When are you going on tour again?"
"Mid-August." she replied with an exhausted sigh, her head dropping in her hands. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore what I do, but it can get so tiring traveling every two days, having to perform for over two hours. But you get that, don't you?"
"I do." Carlos replied. "Like I wouldn't change what I do for nothing in the world, but it can get a little too much at times."
Amelia nodded. "Exactly!" she agreed. "Like for example, when I leave from here, my label is expecting me to go all the way to LA to talk about the new album, that I haven't even started working on. I could've told them on the phone that I have nothing yet and they could've just let me relax for once."
"But weren't you writing a song on the plane?" Carlos wondered.
"I was, but one song doesn't make an album." she told him. "Usually, for each album I work on, I have written a little over 50 songs. Then when I present those to my label, we eliminate the shit ones, so that leaves us with around 30 songs, that we have to pick out from to make the best possible combination to put on the album."
Carlos nodded, processing the information Amelia had been telling him. "How do you even get inspiration to write all of these songs?" he asked, completely interested in a topic that had been so foreign to him.
"I don't know, but it's just something that has always felt natural to me. I would feel an emotion and I would draw from that, whether it comes in the form of a melody or a lyric. It's the only way I feel like I can truly express myself." Amelia explaining, playing with a loose string on her shirt as she did so. "You know, when I was a child," she began giggling as she told her story. "I had this phase where I would only make up songs when someone had asked me any sort of question. For example, my mom would ask me how school was and I would sing her an entire song about my day." Carlos laughed along with her as she finished her story.
"I think you're the most talented person I ever met." Carlos admitted and Amelia couldn't hide the blush, that formed on her cheeks, only managing to mutter out a sheepish 'thank you'. And there it was again, the melody she had been hearing in her head for the past two days, and she couldn't get rid of it as much as she tried.
"Hey," Amelia suddenly called out to him. "Do you by any chance have a guitar in the house?" Carlos shook his head 'no' and the singer fell back into her seat with a groan. "I just have the melody I showed you earlier stuck in my head, and it's annoying the shit out of me. It's itching me to play it."
Carlos hummed with a nod. "Why don't you come with me when I go to take Piñón? I can stop at a music shop for you and you can get a guitar." he suggested with a shrug, but Amelia squealed throwing her arms around him, catching him off-guard. He chuckled, but put his arms around her waist nonetheless. "Cariño, if I knew you would've reacted like that, I would've offered sooner." he joked as she pulled away from him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
"I would roll my eyes at you, but I'm just so happy right now!" Amelia exclaimed, the smile brightening on her face. "Can you show me one of the bathrooms? I want to get ready." They spent the next couple of minutes with Carlos showing her around the house, like he should've done in the first place, as well as showing her the guest room, that had its own bathroom. In total, it took Amelia fifteen minutes to get ready and when she came down, Carlos simply stared at her beauty, not being able to get enough of it. "What?" she questioned as his eyes did not part from her.
"Nothing, you just look beautiful." Carlos complimented, her cheeks getting red.
"I just refreshed my makeup, I don't think there's anything beautiful about that." Amelia joked with a giggle.
Carlos simply shook his head with a low chuckle. "Believe me, no matter what you do, I will still think you're the most beautiful person I have ever seen." He wasn't even trying to flirt with her when the words came out of his mouth, in his mind that was simply the truth. Amelia on the other hand, couldn't bring any words to come out of her mouth. She wasn't sure if he had just said that just to please her or if he actually meant it, but his compliment still held value to her. Not just because it was something to flatter her ego, but because it was him who had said it and that was enough for her, even if there was a possibility that it was a lie. Carlos noticed her silence, so he was the one to speak up. "Do you want to go?" Amelia only nodded and he placed his hand on her lower waist guiding her to his car. A simple touch that lit their entire bodies on fire.
Amelia shouldn't have been surprised when he lead them towards a Ferrari car, but she couldn't help to smirk back at him a little as he opened the door for her. "Nice ride you've got, Carlos."
"Only the best for you." Carlos said cockily, a smirk growing on his features. It was a cabriolet, so Amelia pulled out a head scarf and a pair of sunglasses from her bag, dressing herself with them. "So extra." he joked.
"Riding with style, baby." Amelia replied as the engine roared and they were off. Their first stop was at the music shop and as they walked in together, all eyes were immediately on them as they stuck out like sore thumbs. Neither of them paid attention to the hushed whispers and not-so discreet glances as they headed straight to the wide variety of guitars.
Carlos looked down at Amelia, who was inspecting every single guitar. "Do you know which one you will take?"
She simply shook her head. "Usually, when I go to buy a new guitar, I get drawn to it. But I don't see one . . ." Amelia's voice trailed as a shiny red classical guitar came into her view, her feet immediately taking her to it. She ran her fingers on the fretting board, feeling Carlos stand behind her.
"I think you found it." he said close to her ear, making her to turn to him with a wide smile and an excited nod. Carlos proceeded to call over one of the workers, telling him that they will take it. As the guitar was getting packed, the two of them walked around the store, the Spaniard letting out an excited squeal when his eyes spotted a vinyl of Amelia's last album. The woman in question looked at the vinyl, shaking her head with embarrassment as Carlos had pulled out his phone and recorded the vinyl, then pointing the camera at the singer. He switched the camera into selfie mode, grabbing the vinyl and showing it in the video. "The best album, so we are buying it!" In the back of the video, Amelia could be seen laughing awkwardly as she hid her face with her hand. Carlos saved the video into his camera roll, heading towards the cashier with Amelia in toll, chucking to herself.
The man working behind the counter looked at the singer with awe, completely starstruck at the sight of her. "Amelia, I want to take picture with you, please." he spoke in broken English and the brunette smiled kindly his way, getting closer to him as he had already pulled out his phone and pointed it at the two of them. "Thank you, thank you." he thanked her over and over again.
"No problem." Amelia replied with a smile. Once they had paid for their stuff, they had departed once more with the singer's complete surprise at how large the trunk of the Ferrari had actually been. It took them a fifteen minute drive to reach Carlos' friend's house and to get Piñón, who had immediately fallen in love with Amelia as did she with him. He was currently sitting on the floor of the passenger seat with his upper half on the brunette's legs as he had been to large to fit in the car. "Who's a good boy? Piñón is." she spoke in a high voice, petting him as he licked her hands.
 "I think he likes you more than me." Carlos joked, looking over to the two of them.
 Amelia chuckled. "I'm going to steal him from you when I leave." she told him, turning back to the dog and making kissing noises at it. "Yes, I will steal you from your dad. You're going to love Alaia, yes you are. Such a good boy." she baby talked to the wire-haired pointer, who tried to lick her face as Carlos sighed, shaking his hand and muttering something in Spanish under his breath.
 Several hours later, the sun was long gone and the duo were sat outside on the patio, drinking wine. Carlos had snaked his arm around Amelia's shoulders, pulling her close as she had snuggled into his embrace with Piñón laying down on her lap. "You know what is strange?" the Spaniard spoke up quietly, receiving a hum of acknowledgment from the woman's side. "It's strange how I don't know you at all, but I also feel like I do. It's weird, I don't know." he placed a kiss on the top of her head, before she shifted in her seat, so that she could look up at him through her eyelashes.
 "I feel the exact same way." she admitted. The next words that came out of her mouth, might've been a little too blunt for her liking, but she had blamed it on the good wine he had served her. "I want you to know me, Carlos. I want you to know everything there is to know about meâ the good and the bad parts."
 "I would like that very much." he replied, brushing the hair away from her face, their noses almost touching. It was then that they realized the close proximity that they were at, each one of them inching ever so closely to the other. Amelia could see the fear that mimicked her own in his gaze, they knew that everything would change if they just moved an inch closer, but were they ready for that? Were they ready to go on such a reckless path? A path where the slope was just so treacherous? She could see his eyes flicker to her lips as if to ask for a silent permission, and in that moment all rationality flew away from them, consequences be damned as Amelia took the matter into her own hands, pressing their lips together.
 It started out slow. It was uncertain and cautious, each of them fearing to do something wrong. But when Amelia's hand had found it's way into Carlos' hair, pushing him closer to her, the kiss became full of hunger and devotion. They lost themselves in the other, not wanting to ever let go in case it had all just been a cruel glimpse of their imagination. It was that primal instinct that resided in all of us that awoke within them, a feeling so pure and vulnerable, that words could not contain it. She was the first to pull away for air, resting her forehead against his as he continued to steal a couple of pecks from her, before stopping to catch his own breath.
They met each other's gaze, each of them falling into a love-stricken giggle as they kept each other close. "I think you got your good luck kiss." she told him
"Hmm, I think I'm in need of some more luck." he hummed against her lips as he connected them once more. This time it felt so much more relaxed as they smiled in the kiss. Like the other time, Amelia pulled away first, pressing a quick peck to his lips one last time, before standing up with Piñón following her movements.
"I'm going to bed." Amelia announced, turning away from him as quick as she possibly could to hide her fully red face. She and the dog were gone as quick a lightning, leaving Carlos to chuckle to himself as he reminisced of what it had been just mere moments ago, and he knew one thing for sure . . . Amelia Peak was going to be the end of him.
 The next morning Amelia woke up with a giant smile on her face; one that had stayed as she was in the shower, when she had decided to take Piñón on his morning walk, even while she cooked breakfast, but it definitely increased when she felt two arms snake around her waist from the back. "Good morning, cariño." Carlos whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek before pressing his head on her shoulder as he watched her flip over the final crepe.
 Amelia turned around to face him, placing her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. "Hi." she greeted him, before placing a peck on his lips, pulling away from his embrace, much to Carlos' disappointment. She finished up the pancakes, taking the plate into her hands. "Can you grab us some plates and knives?" she requested from Carlos, who nodded and brought the dishes, following in her footsteps towards the dining room. Once they had sat down, a silence overtook them, clearly their minds on the inevitable topic.
 "So,"
 "About last nightâ" They started at the same time, each of them laughing awkwardly. "You go first." Carlos allowed her and she nodded.
 Amelia sighed, before meeting his gaze. "All cards on the table, I really like you, Carlos. I want to have more moments like last night with you." Her heart thumped hard against her chest as she spoke those words, her hands playing with one another anxiously. When Carlos took a note of that, he took her hands in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.
 "Good." he replied breaking out into a smile. "I feel the exact same way about you, Amelia, and I want to see where this can go."
 "Okay." she grinned and he repeated after her, before smashing their lips together in a joyful manner. What a way to start the morning, Amelia thought. Once they had finally pulled apart, they had foolish smiles on their faces like infatuated teenagers, that remained for the rest of their breakfast. Currently, they were sitting on his couch with Ameliaâs head on Carlosâ chest as he had wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. The singer was scrolling through her phone, finally checking the hundreds of messages and emails she had been ignoring for the past few days. âDid you know we were trending on Twitter the last couple of days?â she asked, a hint of amusement evident in her voice.
Carlos chuckled. âWere we?â
âYes,â Amelia replied. âHashtag Carmelia was number one on Monday. They were freaking out over our date in Monaco, then yesterday someone mustâve caught us when we were out, because thereâs pictures of us and Piñón in the car. Theyâre actually adorable, look at them.â she proceeded to show him a picture of the three of them, Amelia petting Piñón, while Carlos stared at them lovingly. No wonder people were freaking out over them.
Carlos had opened his mouth as if to say something, but the ringing of his phone had stopped him as he stared down at the Caller I.D. with furrowed brows. âWhat?â his annoyed voice echoed as he put the phone on speaker, so Amelia could listen in.
âThis is how you answer your phone now, mate? Iâm fucking offended, alright, and itâs not even because of that!â Lando Norrisâ voice spoke over the phone. âYou go out with Amelia fucking Peak and I have to find out from Twitter, what can of a friend are you, Carlos? Amelia Peak, Britainâs national fucking treasure and you are dating her. Unbelievable.â Amelia giggled at conversation. âIs that her right now? Oh God, please donât tell me she heard all of that.â
âI heard it.â
âYeah, she heard it.â the two of them spoke at the same time. âI am sorry I didnât tell you, Lando, I didnât have the time to, but we are not really dating, we are, eh, trying it out.â Amelia nodded at his words, even though Lando couldnât see her confirmation.
âOh, okay . . . Can I talk to Amelia, please?â Carlos pulled a face at the question, before the woman in question pulled the phone away from his and turning off the speaker, so he couldnât hear their conversation.
Carlos began protesting, but Amelia shushed him before speaking up. âHello.â
âOh my God . . . Hello, Amelia Peak. My name is Lando Norris, Iâm a Formula One driver for McLaren, and I would like to apologize to you for hearing what I said to Carlos just before this. Iâm a huge fan of yours and I would never try to disrespect you in any way.â he said all in one breath, which caused Amelia to chuckle lightly as she was pushing Carlos away with her foot, so he couldnât listen in to their conversation.
âI know who you are, Lando. In fact, I am a big fan of your racing. And also youâre good, I find it quite funny, actually.â
âWow, thank you, Amelia.â a hesitant silence followed. âDo youâ Do you think you can maybe sign my CD sometime?â
She laughed. âOf course, Lando. But, now Iâm going to give back the phone to Carlos, because he seems very keen to talk to you.â Amelia handed the phone back to Carlos, who snatched it from her hand and stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth.
âWhat did you say to her, eh cabrĂłn? You say something bad about me, I am no longer your mate.â Carlosâ accent became more accentuated the more he talked. It was obvious he was only joking with his friend with Amelia finding the situation far too comical. She couldnât hear what Lando was saying, but he was clearly trying to infuriate his former teammate, who let out a series of profanities his way, before hanging up the phone on him. âIâm sorry about him. He is my friend, but also a real stick up my ass sometimes. If he said something bad about me, I swear itâs not true!â he lifted his hands up as if to defend himself.
Amelia simply laughed, grabbing his hand in hers and placing a light kiss on it. âHe said nothing bad about you. He just apologized and told me he is a big fan of mine, everything was good.â
âOh.â Carlos replied, feeling quite stupid about jumping to conclusions so fast, but he didnât want to take the risk of someone ruining what they had.
âBut even if he did say something bad about you, I wouldnât care. I told you I want you to know me as much as I want to know you, and that includes the bad parts too.â Amelia told him, before placing a kiss on his lips. âIâm all in.â
authorâs note â a bit of an abrupt and rushed ending there, but i want to cover more of their time in madrid over the next chapter, so thatâs why i had to end it there :/ ALSO, would u guys like a bonus social media chapter of the internet reacting to carlos and amelia?
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RED (chapter one: begin again)
warnings â foul language, fluff, not proof read, irresponsible drinking, charles at monaco 2021 gpđ
authorâs note â FIRST CHAPTER!!đ„łđ„ł if u are someone new and unaware, this is the first chapter of my âredâ inspired fanfic and u can checkout the masterlist here.ïżŒ also a reminder, this is obviously fanfiction and some things wonât be accurate, so pls bare w me. OH, and covid doesnât exist in this universe bc i canât deal w it.
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 Red.
 All she could see whenever she closed her eyes was red. Burning red. Flashes from the memories that were now forever engraved into her mind, the stolen kisses, the racing cars, lipstick stains that barely fade with time, him. It all lead back to him. No matter what road she took, it was always him and no one else. She wasn't even sure that there was even a before him, or at least she couldn't recall it. Even the after him wasn't as brutal as it should've been, because she now knew him and she had loved him. And how could anyone ever regret to find out that love could be that strong? She was grateful for it, for him, because after all, loving him was red.
But maybe it would've been more appropriate to start at the beginning . . .
Camera flashes and the echoes of chanting fans weren't at all foreign to her, but this time none of it was for her. It was the Monaco Grand Prix of 2021, the crown jewel of the Formula One world, where thousands of fans traveled across the world just to get a glimpse of the famous race with narrow roads right at the center of Monaco, and Amelia Peak had been lucky enough to get invited by Scuderia Ferrari to witness it from up close. A video camera followed her as she passed through the paddock, Silvia Hoffer Fragnipane, the Head of Communications at Ferrari, walked besides her, leading her towards the bright red painted garage. Earlier on, Silvia had explained to Amelia that she will be filmed as she meets the two Ferrari drivers and will later do a challenge with them for the team's social medias.
As they reached the front of the garage, Amelia could see Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz indulging in a conversation. "Oh, there they are!" pointed out Silvia, nodding towards the two men and inevitably grabbing their attention. Amelia was quick to put on her award-winning smile as she approached them, leaning in to hug Charles who had already opened his arms to her.
"Ah, Amelia, long time no see! How are you?" the Monegasque questioned as they pulled apart from their hug, too busy to notice the confusion on Silvia and Carlos' faces, because the pair had forgot the mention they already knew each other.
"I'm doing great! And you? With your home race this weekend, I hope it's not too nerve-racking." she offered him a smile and a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Charles nodded with a slight smile. "Yes, I'm well. Obviously a bit more pressure this weekend, but I'm hoping for good results."
Amelia smiled at that, turning to greet the other driver who had been watching the exchange. "Hi, I'm Amelia Peak, pleasure to meet you." she said as they shook hands, two pairs of brown eyes boring into one another.
"I'm Carlos Sainz and the pleasure is really all mine." Of course, Carlos had known who she wasâ everyone did. She was inescapable. Whether it was her songs playing on the radio, her face plastered on a billboard or on the most famous of magazines, she was always there. But now as she stood in front of him, he couldn't help but think that all those photographs hadn't done her enough justice. From the way the slightest of dimples formed on the sides of her mouth whenever she smiled to the way her eyes shone as the sunlight hit them. He cursed at himself, what was he thinking? He had only met the woman moments ago, he shouldn't have been thinking about her eyes or her smile.
 But maybe he had been staring at her for too long that he barely noticed the silence that had overtaken. Thankfully for Carlos, Silvia had taken it into her own hands to fill it. "I'm sorry, but Charles, Amelia . . . How do you two know each other?"
 The pair laughed, exchanging a glance with Charles nodding at her to explain. "We met about a couple of months ago at a party in Spain and I'm such a big fan of Formula One, I had to go and introduce myself." Amelia laughed slightly as she recalled the story. "Turns out he was also on his way to introduce himself, because he was a fan of my music. So, we ended up chatting the whole night and we became friends."
 "Eh, a party in Spain? Why wasn't I invited them, huh?" Carlos questioned with a lazy smile on his face and Charles patted his back.
 "Next time, mate." the group laughed together as Silvia gestured towards the camera man to stop shooting.
 "Alright," the woman spoke up. "So what we are going to do is have both Charles and Carlos take Amelia for a spin, while she interviews you. Does that sound good to everyone?" Amelia, Carlos, and Charles all turned to look at each other, nodding towards Silvia, who clapped her hands and lead them towards a beautiful red Ferrari, that had no roof. Around the car, there were multiple scooters, where there were already sitting two men, one driver and one with a camera. Silvia had told the trio what to say for the intro of the video, as well as passing the cards with questions to Amelia.
 "Hello," Carlos addressed the camera as soon as they were told it was recording. "We are here today in Monaco with pop star Amelia Peak." the singer waved at the camera.
 "We will each drive her around Monaco, while she asks us questions." Charles explained. "So, I say let's go!" Prior to that, they had discussed that Carlos will be the one driving Amelia first, so they headed towards the red Ferrari, with each of them getting into the car and strapping their seatbelts on.
 "Amelia, I think you will enjoy this ride very much. I'm a much better driver than Charles is." Carlos joked cheekily as he started the car, the engine revving loudly as they took off.
 Amelia laughed. "I think we will have to see about that." As they began driving through the streets of Monte Carlo, the young woman couldn't help but admire it, it truly was beautiful. "So, Carlos, what is your usual pre-race routine?" she read off the card.
 "I always do some warm-up exercises, some stretching, I would usually listen to some music, and just try to focus on the race as best as I can." he answered.
 "Really? What kind of music do you listen to?" Amelia wondered.
  Carlos turned to look at her as they stopped at a red light. "Well, you of course!"
 Amelia rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, come on!"
 "No, I'm not lying to you." Carlos replied as the light turned green and they took off again. "I have the shake it off," he began singing it causing her to laugh, while a slight blush crept up her cheeks as she hid her face behind the cards. "On my playlist and then I actually like some jazz on occasions." They smiled widely at each other and after a few more questions Carlos spoke up. "To be honest, I really have no clue where we are going. I don't know Monaco that well."
 "Oh, God." Amelia laughed. "Don't tell me we are lost."
 Carlos chuckled. "No, we are not lost. We can find our way back."
 "I hope so, the sun is killing me today." she said, putting the question cards over her head as Carlos made a U-turn. He then glanced at her, before taking off the Ferrari hat off of his head and passing it to her.
 "Here, put my hat onâ"
 "You don't have to."
 Carlos interrupted her. "No, no, I insist." he told her and she reluctantly put on the hat, blush creeping in on her cheeks. From the corner of her eye, she could see Carlos smirking widely at the fact that she was wearing his hat with his number on it. It was something I could get used to, he thought. But that thought was gone as quickly as it had come, he had only just met her for crying out loud.
 Amelia read the next question on the card. "What is your favorite song, Carlos?"
 He seemed to think about it for a few seconds before shrugging. "Eh, I don't think I really have a favorite song, Smooth Operator maybe, but the Aserejé song is stuck in my head all the time. I like that one. Also, smooth operator." Amelia boomed with laughter at his answer, throwing her head back, and Carlos couldn't help but stare at her as she did so. She really was beautiful whenever she laughed. "What? It's a good song!"
"No, it is! I love it! I even know the dance." she replied, still giggling. "Aserejé-ja-dejé, de jebe tu nananana . . ." she mumbled the rest of the chorus, doing the dance as Carlos laughed besides her.
 "Amelia, repeat after me." Carlos told her, looking straight into her eyes, since they were at a stoplight. "AserejĂ©-ja-dejĂ©, de jebe tu de jebere seibinuova majavi an de bugui an de gĂŒididĂpi." she tried repeating the words, but unfortunately she had failed miserably, which only left Carlos laughing. "You still need more Spanish lessons." he tsked, just as they parked the car where Charles, Silvia, and some of the film crew were waiting for them. Carlos was quick to jump out of the car and run to the passenger door, so he could help Amelia out of the car, the woman blushing lightly as the gesture as she put her hand in his to help her up.
 "What a gentleman!" Charles teased, his laugh booming behind them as they turned to look at him.
 "Maybe you could learn from that." Carlos snarked back playfully, all three of them laughing. Before Amelia was set to drive around with Charles, Silvia had pulled them aside to ask them how the 'interview' went and going over the new questions that she was to ask the Monegasque. Charlesâ interview flew by quickly with the Ferrari driver taking most of the drive showing Amelia places in Monaco, such as his mom and brotherâs offices, even going as far as showing her where they lived, but it was a fun time overall.
As both Charles and Amelia had gotten out of the car, Carlos was quick to question. âSo, whoâs the better driver, Amelia?â
âI donât know about driver, but I think if Formula One doesnât work for you, Charles, you should be a tourist guide.â Amelia joked and they all laughed.
âIâd be quite good, wouldnât I?â the Monegasque played along.
âAmelia,â Carlos called out to her. âYou come to Madrid and Iâll show you around, okay? Youâll see whoâs the better tour guide.â
She giggled at that. âItâs a date.â Amelia cheekily said, not thinking too much about it or about the five cameras that were pointed at them. As they filmed the outro for the video, someone had come to call for the two drivers, so that they can go and train for the upcoming free practice and qualifying later in the day.
Before they could leave, Carlos walked up to Amelia. âWill you be here tomorrow for the race?â
âYes, I will be.â she smiled brightly up at him.
âGood.â It was all he said, before he spun around and began chasing after Charles, leaving Amelia to laugh to herself, staring at his retrieving figure. What was she getting herself into?
Saturday's qualifications had passed in a blur with a disappointing crash for Charles, but thankfully for him, he had still secured a pole position. Now, that Sunday had rolled around, an energizing atmosphere was created in Monaco. Everyone was out on the streets and their terraces in hopes of catching a glimpse of the legendary race. Amelia had made sure to arrive early to the paddock, along with her manager, so she could witness the entire process from up close. To make it clear to everyone which team she was supporting, she had put on Carlos' Ferrari hat that he had given her yesterday, and clearly that had gotten the attention of the public as people began to chant her name as soon as she was visible to the crowd. Amelia waved to them, stopping to sign signatures and take photos with the fans for a few moments. "Forza Ferrari, Amelia!" one fan shouted, causing her to laugh as she walked away.
Now, the Ferrari garage was in her view, but of course, an interviewer had practically jumped in front of her. "Amelia! Can we have you for a quick chat?"
The singer turned around to look at her manger for confirmation and she received a nod, so Amelia turned back to the interviewer with a smile. "Yes, of course!"
"How are you enjoying your weekend in Monaco so far?"
"It's been incredible, having been invited by Ferrari, I got to spend some time with the drivers and the rest of team, which has been nothing short of amazing. In fact, I was just on my way to their garage and I will be seeing all the action from up front, so that's very exciting." Amelia answered with a smile.
"Sounds like you've got a great day ahead of you, so I've got one more question and I'll let you go." the interviewer said. "Yesterday pictures of you and Carlos Sainz driving around Monaco were posted on the internet, and today you are wearing a Ferrari hat with his number on it . . . Is it safe to assume that there is a romance brewing between the two of you?"
Amelia withheld a groan at the question. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but there is no romance brewing. I'm sure that if you look around in the photos, you'll see the filming crew around us, because we were shooting for content for Ferrari's YouTube channel. And as for the hat, Carlos was gentleman enough to give me his hat, so I don't get a sunstroke. So, to make the long story short, no, there is nothing between us."
The interviewer looked clearly disappointed in the answer, but nodded nonetheless. "Thank you, Amelia. Thank you."
The singer nodded his way, wishing him a good day ahead as she departed from him, making her way back to her manager and towards the Ferrari garage. "Did you hear that? Fucking delusional they are."
"I did." Joanna, her manager, replied. "But you know how the media are, especially when it comes to you." Amelia looked down with a grimace, of course she knew how they were. It was no secret that ever since she had come into the spotlight, she had been publicly shamed for 'dating' around, which hadn't even be true to begin with. She'd be seen with any male and they'd immediately be assumed to be dating, and to make matters worse, the songs she wrote about her experiences were always used against her. She had been called names, such as insane or psychotic ex-girlfriend, whenever she released a break up song. But she usually didn't let that bring her down, because those songs were how she healed and expressed herself. They were her most precious belongings. "Hey," Joanna called out to her in a much softer voice. "Let them assume, you and those that matter know what the truth is, the rest shouldn't matter."
Amelia smiled at her, gratefulness written across her features. "Thank you, Joanna. I'm glad to have you around to ground me." she replied, meaning her words. Joanna had been there for Amelia ever since she had been discovered and now she was more like a wiser older sister, rather than a manager. Amelia wrapped her arms around Joanna's waist, the older woman putting her arm around the singer's shoulders as they continued walking. Soon enough, they had almost reached the garage and Amelia could spot Carlos in front, already waving her way. "Hey, Carlos." she called out to him, pulling out of Joanna's arms to go over and give him a quick side hug as a greeting.
"Hola, Amelia." he greeted, looking down at her with a smile. "I see you kept my hat." Carlos noted with a slight smirk.
Amelia smiled up at him. "I did. And don't expect me to return it to you, I quite like it."
"It's all yours." Carlos replied. "And how are you?"
"I'm good." she replied. "You know, when I was coming up here I had an interviewer ask me if are dating, because the internet apparently thinks so." Amelia couldn't help but let out a laugh at the ridiculous situation.
Carlos' brows shot up in surprise. "Ay, joder." he muttered. "But how did they even think that? We met yesterday!"
"Someone took a photo when you were driving me around." Amelia explained. "But that was proof enough for the media to think we are dating, especially when it comes to me. I'm just sorry that they're bringing you in on it too."
The Spaniard only shook his head lightly as if to disagree. "Ah, come on! What is there to be sorry about?" he said with a soft grin on his face. "This is a compliment to me if they think I can date someone so beautiful." he joked.
"Oh, shut up!" Amelia said with a giggle, covering her face with her hands to hide her red cheeks.
"It's true!" Carlos defended himself.
"Okay, whatever you say, Sainz." Amelia said, rolling her eyes playfully, fighting the grin on her face. "Go and prepare for your race, I'm expecting a podium!" she called out to him as she walked back towards Joanna, who had a massive smile plastered on her face. "What are you so smiley about?"
Joanna smirked. "Nothing. I just think the media might as well be onto something for once." Amelia rolled her eyes, shoving her manger lightly.
"Shut up."
"I'm just saying." Joanna shrugged her shoulders, the knowing smirk remaining on her face.
The next few hours were spent with the Ferrari team showing her around the garage and explaining everything they do during the racing weekends, all the while a film crew filmed them. As the race approached, the drivers were preparing to get into their cars, Carlos, who was already wearing his fireproof suit, made his way towards Amelia. "Going to give me a good luck kiss now that we are dating?" he cheekily asked, earning a playful push from Amelia.
"Go and get that podium and then I'll think about it." Amelia smirked cockily, her eyes trailing over his suit, before reconnecting her eyes with Carlos' dark ones. They held their gaze in an almost challenging manner, neither daring to be the first one to look away.
"Then I definitely have to get that podium." he breathed out, his eyes burning into hers.
But of course, all good moments eventually had to have their end. "Carlos, you have 2 more minutes before you have to get in the car!" someone from the team called out to the driver and with one last look to the girl, Carlos was away to put on his helmet and get in his car, but not before forgetting to send a wink towards Amelia. The singer couldn't help but shake her head as she let out a giggle, trying her best to ignore the familiar feeling of warmness that was building up in her stomach.
As the drivers and their cars had been taken out to the track, Amelia had been taken to a room right above the garage, where guests of the team and those closest to the drivers could watch the race and listen to the radio. When she stepped in, she was glad to see a familiar face in Charlotte Sine, Charles' girlfriend, and of course, Joanna, who had come up a few minutes prior. "Hi, Charlotte!" Amelia was quick to hug the other woman. They had only met yesterday, but they were quick to get along.
"Bonjour, Amelia! Ăa va?" Charlotte questioned.
"Oui, je suis au top." Amelia answered with a proud smile on her face, watching Charlotte's brows rise up in surprise.
"You speak French?"
Amelia shook her head with a laugh. "No, I don't. With that phrase, my abilities stop. But it was very good, right?"
"Ooh, yes, trĂšs bien." Charlotte replied, both of them laughing. They had both went to sit on the two free chairs right next to Joanna, putting their headphones on.
Amelia pulled out her phone, snapping a couple of pictures of herself, then calling Charlotte over. "Come take a selfie with me, I want to post it on my story." the Monegasque girl scooted over to her new friend, both of them smiling as the singer snapped the photos. "Ah, we look so pretty." Amelia squealed, tagging Charlotte in the picture and posting it on her story. However after that, their full attention was on the screen as the drivers were preparing to start their warm-up lap. As the lights went out and all the cars began driving in a slower pace, it seemed like everything was going perfectly, until it wasn't.
"No, no." Charles' radio sounded, his voice weak and disappointed. "The gearbox, guys." Amelia could feel her heartbreaking for her friend as they showed footage of him grabbing his head in disbelief. She looked over to Charlotte, who had put a hand over her mouth, looking at the screen sadly. Amelia grabbed the Monegasque's hand, squeezing it tightly. As they showed Charles' car pull into pit, Charlotte removed her headphones, standing up.
 "I think I willâ" she pointed at the door and Amelia nodded.
 "Yeah, yeah, go." Amelia interrupted. "Tell him I'm sorry that this happened to him."
 Charlotte nodded. "I will." Amelia turned to look at her retrieving figure with sad eyes, sighing as soon as she was out of sight.
 "Well, that was shitty." Joanna bluntly admitted.
 Amelia couldn't help but nod in agreement, turning towards the red haired woman. "It really was." she breathed out.
 As the next few hours passed, the screen showed as Carlos passed the checkered flag, finishing on the second position. The room was full of people clapping and cheering in excitement, which only brought a huge grin to Ameliaâs face. He fucking did it. He got the fucking podium. The next few minutes were spent by making her way to where the teams had gathered underneath the podium. Lando Norris had been the first to walk out, earning a handful of cheers from the public and his team. But then as Carlos had walked out, Amelia couldnât help but cheer from the top of her lungs for him, clasping her hands around her mouth to create an echo.
Carlos couldnât help but search for her in the crowd, his eyes scanning through every single person underneath, searching for the brunette beauty, but clearly luck wasnât on his side as he couldnât meet her gaze anywhere. Was she not there to cheer for him? But God, what was he thinking anyways? She didnât owe him anything, nevertheless she didnât need to be there to cheer for him. But this was the podium he had promised her, so he couldnât help but feel a glint of disappointment when he couldnât find her in the crowd.
As the ceremony was coming towards its end and the bottles of champagne were sprayed, Carlos took one final look in the crowd, only to fulfill his disappointmentâ but, no. There she was in all her glory as the sun illuminated on her face, making her look like an angel in the crowd and she was looking at him. Their eyes met and Amelia sent him a discreet wink, that was meant for him. Only him. With a surge of new found confidence, he raised his trophy, pointing at her and he could see her throwing her head back with laughter, knowing what he had meant. In that moment, Carlos realized it was a sight he had wanted to see every time he was up on that podium, and he was hellbent to see his thought through.
Evening had rolled around and Amelia had found herself on a yacht near the coast of Monaco. She had been there for the past forty-five minutes, mingling with the rest of the guests and drinking a good amount of champagne glasses in the process of it all, but she still hadnât caught a glimpse of a certain dark haired Spaniard. She was now on the deck of the boat, sipping on her glass and watching the view of Monte Carlo as fireworks had gone off. âNot getting too bored, no?â an accented voice questioned from behind her and she could practically hear the smugness of its owner. She turned around, trying to contain the grin from making its way up to her face.
âI was,â Amelia admitted, taking in Carlosâ figure, not bothering to hide it. So far, she had only seen him in his usual Ferrari attire, but now he had put on a white shirt, the first few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with dark blue jeans on the bottom. His cheeks had been slightly flushed, but Amelia had connected that to the whisky glass in his right hand. âBut I think Iâm not now.â
Carlos chuckled. âGood.â was all he said as a comfortable silence overtook them, while they looked at each other with giddy smiles. âI got your podium.â he said after a while and Amelia couldnât help but feel all fuzzy at the way he worded his sentence. Her podium. She liked the sound of that.
âI know.â she smirked back at him.
âYou know,â Carlos started. âWhen I was up there, I couldnât see you in the crowd and I thought that maybe you backed out on your promise.â
Amelia chuckled quietly. âWhat promise? I donât recall ever making a promise.â she played dumb, but she knew exactly what he was referring to. The good luck kiss. But of course, Carlos could see through her painfully obvious act, making it clear why she had become a singer and not an actress.
âAy, come on.â Carlos nudged her lightly.
Amelia seemed to wonder, before she smiled at him sheepishly. âMaybe.â was what she replied. âMy answer is maybe. You have to earn it, Mr. Sainz.â
Carlos opened his mouth as if to say something, but the words never came out as chants of his name came from behind him. The two of them turned around to see a bunch of the mechanics headed towards them, all of them clearly intoxicated. The Spaniard looked down with a laugh, clearly a little embarrassed by the amount of attention that he was receiving. âCarlos, itâs your turn to jump in the water.â one of the mechanics yelled, barely understandable as he slurred most of the sentence. Amelia and Carlos looked down in the water to see five people inside it, cheering loudly.
Suddenly, an idea had sparked in the Spaniardâs mind as he turned to face Amelia with a mischievous grin on his face. âDo you trust me?â he asked her.
âNot in the slightest.â Amelia replied with a horrified expression.
âEven better.â Carlos said and before the singer could realize what was happening, she had been picked up in the driverâs arms and moments later, she was underwater. She let out a shriek as she rose back to the surface, watching Carlos jump in as well. Amelia took off her heels from off her feet to the best of her abilities, before she could lose them forever in the depths of the Mediterranean sea.
As the Ferarri driver had reached to the surface, the brunette woman was quick to address him. âYou fucking idiot!â she said through a fit of laughter.
âIt was fun, no?â Carlos questioned with a goofy smile, spitting out the water from his mouth.
âIâm not giving you the satisfaction of my answer!â Amelia exclaimed with a giggle as she began swimming towards the boat, Carlos following suit. As soon as she reached the yacht, she was immediately helped out of the water, a dry towel handed to her. The Spaniard had been right behind her, getting the same treatment as her, but he couldnât help himself as he stared at Amelia. At the way that her white dress was clinging tightly to her body, accentuating all of her curves or at the way her wet hair clung to the sides of her face. Her eyes were now smudged with her previously perfectly done makeup, but even so to him she looked absolutely mesmerizing.
She mustâve caught onto his staring, because she met his gaze with a smug expression. âCome with me.â Carlos simply said, extending his hand out to her and she looked at it for a second, before intertwining her fingers with his as he began leading them through the group of people and to the inside of the yacht. He offered Amelia no explanation as to where they were heading, simply leading her into one of the bedrooms that was, thankfully, empty.
âTake me out to dinner first, Mr. Sainz.â Amelia joked as Carlos locked the door behind them.
âAh, come on, Amelia!â Carlos replied. âIâm a gentleman, donât think so lowly of me.â the singer sat on the bed, not caring about the fact that she was still dripping with water, while continuing to hold the Spaniardâs hand. âI just wanted to chat with you, away from everyone.â he said as he took the seat next to her, playing with her fingers.
Amelia hummed, smiling sweetly at him. âAnd what did you want to talk about?â she asked.
âWhen are you leaving?â he bluntly asked.
She furrowed her brows for a second. âTuesday.â Amelia answered. âWhy?â
âGood.â Carlos replied. âI want to take you out tomorrow. Just you and me.â As the words left his mouth, he began to wonder if maybe he had been too forward and mistook her friendliness for flirting, but the way her eyes shone as he spoke, it gave him hope that maybe he hadnât misread the whole thing.
âAre you asking me out on a date, Carlos?â she nudged him playfully.
Carlos smiled at her cockily. âWhat would you say if I am.â
âI would say yes.â And that was how Amelia Peak had found herself walking into a cafe near her hotel on the next day. She scanned the room, almost expecting Carlos to be late, but noâ there he was, standing up from his chair and waving at her. Amelia felt like a weight had been lifted off of her chest as soon as she made her way towards him, hugging him close to her.
âHola, cariño.â Carlos greeted her, kissing the top of her head as they pulled away, sitting in the chairs across one another. âHow was your morning?â he questioned and immediately Amelia turned red from embarrassment, looking down to hide her face.
She giggled. âI donât want to tell you, youâll make fun of me or think that Iâm a weirdo.â
âAy, come on!â Carlos complained. âNow you have to tell me. I donât judge.â
âNo.â she refused through her fit of giggles.
Carlos let out a loud groan. âPlease.â he begged as he stared at her with his big, dark eyes and for a moment, he almost looked like a puppy begging for a treat, and how could anyone ever refuse a puppy.
âOkay, fine!â Amelia gave up. âBut you have to pinky promise not to make fun of me.â she extended out her pinky and Carlos looked at her with disbelief for a second, before murmuring a Spanish swear word and connecting their pinkies. âI mightâve or mightâve not watched every video I could find of you on YouTube for three hours.â she quickly hid her face after she confessed, afraid to see Carlosâ reaction, but she could only hear him sigh in relief.
âGlad I was not the only one.â Carlos admitted and Amelia looked at him with a puzzled expression, motioning for him to elaborate. âI listened to all of your music and then watched your interviews on YouTube.â
Amelia could only laugh. âWe are both such weirdos.â at that Carlos laughed, letting his head fall back like a little kid.
âThat we are.â
The next few hours were spent with them learning as much as they could about one another, ranging from topics such as their careers to what Christmas movies each of their families watched. Now, they were both out on the street, walking next to one another, their shoulders brushing ever so slightly. âI want to see you again, Carlos.â Amelia admitted quietly.
She could feel Carlos stop in his tracks beside her, causing her to follow his movements and turn around to face him. âCome with me.â was all he said as Amelia furrowed her brows.
âWhere?â
âMadrid.â Carlos said as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world. Amelia opened her mouth, but no words came out as the Spaniard had beaten her to it. âJust please, come with me to Madrid.â he begged. âI donât want it to end yet.â
âOkay.â was all Amelia said, but in that moment she knew she watched it begin again . . .
authorâs note â cringe and confusing first chapter, but i promise it will get better but i just really suck at first chapters
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fuck ferrari strategists
this fucking race . . . but CARLOS HE WAS SO FUCKING GOOD
iâve been writing chapter one for red for the past couple of days and i started out as a charles girl but i think iâm a full on carlos girl rn MY PRECIOUS BOY I LOVE HIM SM
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