Driver! Charles Leclerc x Singer! OC (Juliette Morelli)
Exes to Lovers, Forced Proximity, Childhood Sweathearts
Summary: feelings and thoughts started to boil, spilling out of the cup
Words: 2.4k
warnings: Juliette being wild and angry, drunken Charles, flashbacks are on italics
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a/n: hello loves!!!! Today is not race day BUT chapter day!!
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It was a torture.Â
Everytime it was the same. Everytime I fell and I tried to get up it was as if the walls of the bottomless pit were higher and higher.
All the dreams were of her. All the memories were of her. All the thoughts were her.Â
She made me crazy, hearing her all the time. During the dinner, even if everyone in the room was talking, the only voice I could hear was hers and it drove me insane.
And right now, on that bench under the fairy lights, the only thing I could hear instead of the crickets, were her moans. It was like if she did it on purpose, leaving the window open knowing that I was outside and I could hear her.Â
"Fucking hell" I groan getting up if the bench and walking inside the building, going straight to the bar and ordering the strongest alcohol they had.
I read things about her. I did, because I missed her. Sometimes when I was on my own, alone and on my lower, I searched her name on the internet just to know how she was doing, how her career was developing.Â
But then I saw everything:
Is the new Italian musical star dating Shawn Mendes?
Juliette Morelli, the new heartbreaker around Hollywood.
Sebastian Stan and Juliette Morelli, the newest hot couple?Â
Meet Juliette, newest movie star of the UCM and love interest of the Winter Soldier.
Exclusive: Juliette Morelli walking out of Harry Styles' hotel after the GrammysÂ
It hurts. Reading all those articles about her, it was as if I was reading something about someone I never met.
Juliette could never do that. Not my Juliette. She was sweet, loyal and the last caring person I ever met. But... Right, she's no longer mine.
"Dude, what are you doing here?" Carlos frowned when he saw me on the bar, swallowing the whiskey quickly. "Charles! God!"
"I created a monster" I mumbled, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. "I barely recognize her..."
"What?" he frowned. "Juliette?"
I smiled weakly, moving the glass and watching how the ice cubes moved in circles. Carlos knew about Juliette, after all, my last year with her was his first year with me as teammates.Â
"What are you talking about?" he sighed, taking the glass out of my hand.Â
"Right now she's fucking with Lando" I scoffed. "And I bet she fucked all her coworkers"
"Mate you are drunk, you shouldn't say those things, you'll regret it" he frowned, looking at me disappointed.
How ironic, that's the same look my mother gave me when I told her that Juliette and I were no longer together.
"You what?" she gasped, standing next to the simulator while I worked on it.
"I won't repeat it" I said, not taking my eyes away from the screen.Â
"Charles Marc HervĂŠ Perceval Leclerc!" she screamed, the way she said all my name's made my ears ring as a warning.Â
"What, mother?!" I said furious, stopping the simulator and looking at her. "Yes, I broke up with her"
"Why? What happened?! Yesterday you two were perfectly fine!" she asked me furiously, searching for answers. "What changed!"
"What changed? I realized that I don't love her anymore, mother" lies. Everything is a lie. "That's what changed"Â
"I can't believe you" she said, looking at me with cold eyes, her voice sounding deeper and her eyebrows frowned. "You father would be so disappointed, just like me and your siblings. I can't believe you left a woman for the first seat of the team. I thought I taught you better than that"
"I regret so many things, Carlos" I scoffed. "One of them is accepting the first seat that season with them"
"Charles..." he sighed and I just moved my hand to the bartender asking for another round.
"I regret lying to my father and telling him that I got the seat while he was dying" I said, taking a long sip of the alcohol, feeling how it burned my throat. "I regret all the bad decisions I made while racing, as well as accepting that Ferrari could change and not listening to people and their warnings"
I looked at the liquid, I'm sure it's whiskey. I'm not a big fan of alcohol, of drinking to forget. But right now, this is the only solution I see to forget her, to forget what I heard.
"But, Carlos" I said looking up at him, my red eyes somehow made his gaze get softer. "The thing I regret the most was leaving her, because without her I'm only a body without a soul, without a heart"
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The bedroom was a mess with clothes on the floor. The bed felt heavy on the side next to me, just like the arm wrapping my waist. I followed it with my eyes, turning my head and finding that curly haired man still sleeping.
I sighed, squirming and getting out of bed without waking him up. I recollected all his clothes and folded them on the chair next to him while I searched for clean clothes so I could go downstairs to have breakfast.
This doesn't feel stranger anymore. I got used to this, leaving without making a single noise, going from bed to bed just searching for a way of getting him out of my mind.
After getting ready without making a noise I walked out of the room with my phone in my hand, going downstairs towards the restaurant and serving myself a coffee with some french pastries.
"I remember that you hated coffee" I heard someone say behind me, making me smile after I recognized the voice.
"Isa" I sighed watching her sitting next to me. "Hey"
"It's been a long time, hm?" she smiled looking at me.
I nodded and smiled weakly. I looked at her. She looks older, of course. The golden band on her ring finger shines with the light of the sun, making my eyes go down to it. Then I noticed her belly.
"Oh, you are pregnant" I smiled surprised, happy for her. "Congratulations"
"Is the second one" she smiled rubbing her belly. "Vera is with Carlos, she's the flower girl"
"Ah... I see" I nodded looking down at the coffee cup. "I guess that I got addicted to it in the US... With a Starbucks on every corner is impossible to not drink and get used to it"
"How are things going, hm?" she smiled at me , her voice sounding like the high of a mother.
"Fine, yeah" I nodded. "Writing songs, producing them... Now I'm an actress too"
"Yeah, I saw" she nodded. "A Marvel star, yeah"
I nodded and took a deep breath. This feels awkward. Isa and I used to be great friends, but it only lasted a year.Â
"He's not the same, you know?" she sighed, making me look at her frowning.
"I don't want to talk about him" I frowned. "Please"
"Okay" she sighed, rubbing her belly. "I get it, he was the one that cut strings"
"Exactly" I nod, but I just did it to convince myself.
"But answer me something" she sighed looking at me, making my heart go faster. "You still write songs about him, don't you?"
"Of course not" I frowned, lying.Â
Of course I do. He has always been my musa, the reason why I wrote songs. Even after he broke up with me, he was always in my mind making me write songs about how I felt without him or how much I missed him, or how much pain he gave me.Â
"Mhm" she nodded, taking a sip of her tea. "Well, I have to say that Vera loves your songs"
"That's... Cute" I smile softly.Â
It was awkward all the time. It was lime if we never met before, like if we were trying to start a conversation to get to know each other, forgetting how much fun we used to have together, cheering for our respective boyfriends in the garage.
"He won two titles" she said, taking me out of my mind, making me frown.Â
"I told you that I didn't want to talk about him..." I sighed.
"He left Ferrari, won the titles with Mercedes" she smiled. "Black looks good on him, by the way"
I looked at her frowning. He left Ferrari? But that team was his dream, he wanted to win titles with them like Michael Schumacher did.
"No fucking way!" I heard him gasp, making me get up from the couch and ran to the simulator.
"What? What happened?" I asked worried, nervous. "Charles!"
"I have the seat" he said smiling, tears forming in his eyes. "I have the seat, Juls!"
"Ehm... What?" I frown. "I mean, yeah? You are in Sauber"
"No, Juls" he smiled, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Ferrari. They called me, like, now. I have a seat for the next season"
"Oh my God" I gasped while hugging him. "Oh God, Charles!"
"I know!" he giggled, cupping my cheeks and pressing his lips on mine. "I can't believe it... My dream! Is my dream!"
"He got tired of them, of all the things they promised to him" he sighed. "He did exactly what Schumacher did. Retired a year and came back stronger to Mercedes"
"He retired?" I frown, surprised.Â
"Yeah, on 2027" she nodded.
I frown and look at her. I missed so many things, but he's not my business anymore.
"Good for him" I nodded, indifferent, wanting to end the conversation about him. "Well, I have to go. I need to make sure the speakers and instruments are fine"
With that I got up from the table and walked out of the room, finding Lando on my way. He just smiled at me and I looked the other way. That's how I work. One night stand is a one night stand, nothing more.
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My head was exploding. I don't even know how I came to the room and how I got to bed. But I answered myself when I found a glass of water with a headache pill and a piece of paper next to it.
'You should man up for once and stop hiding. Everyone knows you are not the same without her and we're tired of watching you suffer in silence. You better talk to her before we go back to race.
-Carlos'
"Great" I groaned, drinking the glass of water and swallowing the pill. "Fucking great"
I sit on the bed and look at the wall in front of me. I can't remember much of what I did last night, God knows how much alcohol I drank to be like this.
I have to get ready, the last things for tonight's wedding are this morning, one of them is adjusting everything for Juliette.
"Shit" I groan, messing my hair with my hands.
I got out of the bed and got dressed, trying to put on the best face I had to hide my headache and how much I wanted to leave this place. Walking through the corridors towards the restaurant I saw Lado walking out of a room that wasn't his with the same clothes he had yesterday.
"Charles! H-hey!" he exclaimed with a smile. "You'll never believe what happened"
I look at him taking a deep breath. Right now the way he talks is too much for my headache.
"I slept with Juliette!" he said happily, making me look at him with a poker face. "Come on dude, be happy. Is the first time I get laid in a long time with all this championship going on. And damn, she was fucking amazing"
"I know" I frowned, groaning and really hating the fact that he told me he slept with her. "I practically was the one that taught her all those things"
"What?" He frowned, but I already walked away, mad.Â
She did the thing I asked her to not do. And that's what made me angrier, because I knew she's not mine and the one to blame here it's only me.
"What the fuck, Juliette!" I exclaimed when I walked out of the building and went towards the ceremony room. She was making sure everything was ready for tonight.
"Good morning to you too, Leclerc" she said through the microphone.
"You really fucked him" I said mad, walking towards her and standing in front of her, clenching my jaw. "Just after I told you to not to"
She looked at me and I saw the smirk showing on her lips slowly. I saw how she crossed her arms in front of her chest and put all her weight on a leg.
"Are you jealous, Leclerc?" she scoffed, taking her hair out of her shoulder. "Well, too bad you let me go, hm? Too bad I'm not yours anymore"
Right. She's not mine.
"You know, Charles?" she said, making me clench my jaw tighter. "The first year after you broke my heart was hard as fuck. I blamed myself, I thought it was my fault. And you know what? The only one here that has to be blamed is you, because instead of having a family with me, you decided to stay on a stupid team that made you believe you were part of them and that made your life a living hell"
I swallowed thickly and looked at her. She knew Ferrari was my dream.
"Tell me something, yeah?" she frowned looking at me. "Did they give you what they promised you? They gave you the first seat? Or they said that Ferrari didn't have a first driver?"
How does she know? Why does she know this?
"You believed all the lies Mattia told you, you followed him like a fucking lost puppy and it was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen" she scoffed, making my heart break with her words. "Thank you, by the way. For breaking up with me, because thanks to that I didn't saw how ridiculous you were all those seasons with them even if they were like a cancer in your life and career"
"Juliette..." I mumble, feeling my heart breaking.
"Actually... No. I'm not thanking you for breaking my heart" she said, and then I saw her eyes getting wet "Because you made me break the heart of a man that was way better than you. A man that was what you will never be, but instead of that I kept telling myself that I couldn't love him because I loved someone else! Someone that doesn't deserve my love anymore"
# summary â in which charles takes his annoyance out on people, this time it was his photographer and media manger who he has a crush on, y/n
# disclaimer â this is a snippet of my fanfiction on wattpad ! if you want to read it, iâll be publishing it soon under bangmealready ! itâs called dress :)
( pt. 2 )
âLEWIS HAS BEEN GETTING A LOT OF ATTENTION with his outfits lately.â y/n spoke as she scrolled on her phone through twitter, reading the various positive responses one of their mutual friends had been receiving.
charles, too deep in his thoughts and annoyance, only hummed in response, as he had been doing for the entirety of the conversation y/n had been leading. gradually, she was starting get irritated with him but she remained calm.
y/n understood why charles was acting the way that he was, unlike most people on the paddock. his pr team was trying to force him into a false relationship with some model to promote her fashion show, and with him being the heartthrob that he is, it was perfect.
but it wasnât, really. for now y/n had to deal with a grumpy charles and the twitter fans were hungry, starving almost, for new charles content.
y/n was very strict with her boundaries and she voiced those to her employer. she wanted to make things on the internet lighthearted and fun for the fans, her and both drivers. she liked to post pictures she had taken of them with her professional camera and add out of pocket captions to get some laughs out of fans, so far she was succeeding. she thought the sport was already serious enough and with the continuous problems ferrari was having, some lighthearted jokes were necessary.
so yes, it was a problem if charles wasnât happy, because y/n wouldnât be happy and if she wasnât delivering, the fans would also not be happy.
she wasnât one to give up easily, though, âwe could try that.â y/n looked up from her phone, frowning when she saw the monĂŠgasqueâs spaced out face whilst biting his lower lip in deep thought. âcharles.â she whispered with empathy, succeeding in breaking him out of his worries as their eyes connected, much like her fingers intertwining to his. âas i was saying, we could try that, but less extravagant like him, just add more chicness with accessories perhaps.â y/n continued, her voice soft.
the man before her took a deep breath and sighed, closing his eyes as another hum left his mouth. he didnât want to snap at her, or say the wrong thing so he decided being silent was the best way. charles didnât want to get vulgar with the only person who understood him and his ways. y/n was patient with him, more than anyone else and he didnât want to mess that up.
it was no secret that charles was a guy that was very in touch with his emotions and not afraid to show them, but anger was something he did not want people to see him feel when the sun set and the moon shone brightly, when day turned into night and the curtains hid him away from the flashing lights. but he couldnât help and feel irritated that people had no regards for his feelings and wanted to exploit him and force him into a relationship with a girl heâs never heard of before, a relationship that would have no benefits for him or his career.
charles was dissatisfied with himself for letting people walk all over him and he seemingly couldnât fight back.
y/n spoke up after a while, disappointment clearly running through her for she couldnât succeed in lifting his spirits. âi think you need a minute, iâll see you after your training.â as she was about to stand up and walk away, charles tightened his grip on her hand, silently begging her to stay as his eyes welled up with waves that he didnât want to let crash into the shore. y/n looked at him and her heart ached with sadness as he looked drained, his glossy doe eyes staring back at her, pleading.
âhey,â she whispered, bending down to her knees so she could look up at him, their eyes licking in a hypnotizing trance as she let go of his tight grip to cradle his face into her hands so she could redirect his sight back on her. âwould you please talk to me? you donât have to but i like hearing your voice, c.â
charlesâ heart rate fastened at her touch, his body visibly relaxing above her. âsorry.â he finally whispered, it wasnât much but for y/n it was enough.
âitâs okay.â y/n smiled slightly in triumph, happy to have made at least a little bit of progress with him. he leaned his head forward so their foreheads could touch, both of their eyes closing and taking in the moment of peacefulness and comfort. at the feeling of her relaxing beneath him, charles grinned, their heartbeats synchronizing as an invisible string tied them together, unknowingly to them.
out there was a world, bigger than anything they have explored but in that moment their feelings were bigger, their hearts grew fonder and their physique ached stronger in insatiable desire for one another.
charles couldnât hold back any longer, he realized as he opened his eyes and watched her enthralling self enjoy his presence as much as he enjoyed hers. she felt his warmth leaving but had no time to exclaim her protest as his lips joined her forehead, his ring covered hands holding her face lovingly as both of them basked in that instant.
for the first time that day, charles felt content, every negative bone in his body turning positive as she brought out the best in him. he would make sure that he wouldnât let y/n slip through his fingers like many other things had, charles promised himself.
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