The Little Princess

12

When Friday rolled around, the leclerc sibling were in a whirlwind. Charles was being interviewed left, right, and centre. It was because it was Max's home race. Everyone wanted to know how Y/n's brother was feeling about the championship standings. Y/n was grouchy. Her feet hurt and she hadn't had a chance to eat or drink anything all morning. Ferrari had been adamant that Y/n was to stick by Charles' side any time he wasn't racing, to keep him centred from all the 'noise', as they called it. She'd seen Pierre in passing once, blushing hard and giving him a little nod. With all the cameras around, Y/n didn't want to draw attention to herself and whatever 'thing' was going on between her and the frenchman.

Pierre

Do you still fancy a coffee later?

PLEASE

I haven't eaten all day, haven't had a second to breath

How are you going to escape the Ferrari garage?

Oh wait

I have a plan

Meet me 5 minutes before FP1 finishes

Shouldn't you still be driving then

Leave that to me...

Y/n smiled to herself after that text. She didn't know what Pierre was up to, but her thoughts were interrupted by her brother. "They're gonna film for Drive to Survive. Are you okay to be in it?" Y/n shrugged, looking at the cameras, "No, I don't mind. Do we have to speak english?"  Charles nodded. "I might go to Italy early, to Milan, seeing as you'll be there early as well" Y/n muttered to her brother. "Why?" he questioned. "See my uni friends, go to an art gallery, read a book and relax before Monza craziness" she hadn't actually made plans yet, she hadn't booked a hotel or anything. She just needed a break. "Plus my feet are killing me, and I know the best spa in Italy and it's in Milan". Charles' face was suddenly overtaken with a mischievous grin. "You say your feet hurt? Let me help you baby sister!" he said grabbing at her. Before she could even get a scream out as she started running Charles already had her over his shoulder. "I'm wearing a dress! The whole paddock will see my underwear" she screamed pounding on his back. "Yeah and all of netflix" he chortled. Y/n gave up all attempts of freedom and accepted her fate. At least she put on nice underwear today. That was a plus.

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FP1 had ten minutes left. The whole ferrari garage, including Y/n, was watching the screens. All of a sudden there was some screeching and crunching. Pierre had managed to come off into a gravel trap and into the wall. Her breathing hitched. Then his voice came over the radio "Sorry guys, minor fuck up, I think I'm done for the day". As Pierre was picked up by the marshalls, Y/n looked at her watch and quickly made her way out of the garage. She pulled off Charles' Ferrari hoodie off her and threw into into his driver's room as she grabbed her bag. Her heart was racing. She wanted to make sure Pierre was okay. 

"Hey Princesse, come on, move quick or-" Pierre stopped as Y/n wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him for dear life. "Move quick Cherie, or else this secret won't be very secret for so long" he said gesturing to the photographers in the distance making their way down the paddock. He took off his Alpha Tauri hat and jacket and put them onto the monegasque girl. "Incognito mode, I like it" Y/n muttered as Pierre pulled her into the AT hospitality.

"Pierre, I see you've brought your beautiful friend to see me again!" Celeste called as the pair walked through the doors. "Would you like another oat milk flat white, sweetheart?". Y/n nodded, still in shock that Pierre had just crashed and was standing in front of her. Pierre and Celeste chatted away, gossiping about another Alpha Tauri employee. Y/n just stared at Pierre, How could Pierre be so relaxed after what looked like a pretty bad shunt. "Dear, here is your coffee." Celeste said, holding Y/n's coffee, snapping her out of her thoughts, "Are you alright? You look as if you might cry". This comment made Pierre's head snap to the girl very quickly. He hadn't properly looked at the girl yet. She definitely looked shaken. Pierre wanted to slap himself, he hadn't thought about how intentionally crashing would make Y/n feel. Y/n only smiled slightly and nodded in response to Celeste. Pierre reached over and grabbed the girl's hand and waved goodbye to Celeste and picked up Y/n's coffee.