Hidden Secrets

49- Speak or die

(Charles Pov)
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"Come on man, relax"

"I shouldn't be here"

"Of course you should, stop being a pussy"

I probably would've gotten back on a flight by now, headed on my way to the next grand prix, there's no confirmed actions, she can do whatever she wants when she sees me and that scares me

I love her, I know I do, but just because my stomach flips whenever I see her, I think about the way her touch feels on my skin, how I smile going over every moment we've had together, and the urge to keep her near me constantly, doesn't mean I occupy her thoughts to the extent she occupies mine.

"Come on we gotta go she starts soon" right as we enter into the gates for the tournament Lando checks his phone trying to figure out where we're supposed to go

"I don't know if I want to be there, what if I distract her?" I stop him from waking further into the venue

"Fair, then i'll go sit with Sofiia and you can watch from one of the viewing areas"

"I'll see you after the match" I quickly say goodbye to him and head towards a lounge with couches, a bar, and tvs in every direction playing the different matches going on

There aren't to many happening right now considering it's quarter finals so I find a tv set up for her match and my stomach flips just seeing her, i'm so close to her and yet so far all at once

Once the warm up is finished they begin, as the match edges on, with the game number on the bottom left corner inching higher I can't help being on the edge of my seat as I watch her, my hands interlocked with one another, my elbows rested on my knees, and my eyes refusing to drop from the tv

How is it possible to be so stressed for someone? Every time she misses my stomach drops, every time she wins the point I can let out another breath

She lost the first set 5-7, I can see how much of a mental battle she's enduring even if no one else can tell, she's so good at hiding her emotions that it makes me worried because what happened for her to need to hide them to such a drastic extent?

My thoughts are interrupted by a figure approaching me out of the corner of my eye

"What match are you watching?" by the lighter voice I can tell it's not a guy

"Womens quarter finals" I don't make eye contact with the girl, feeling the couch sink beside me my body tenses

"Who do you want to win?"

"Helena"

"What is someone like you doing watching all alone?"

"I enjoy quiet" Helena just won a point making me smile, trying to distract myself from the growing annoyance at the stranger say threateningly close to me

"Come on, look at me, the match isn't that interesting"

My eyes flickered to her for a split second, you can tell her hair is dyed, the short blonde cut looking no where near as pretty as Helena's hair.

She wraps her arm around mine, teasingly drawing circles into my bicep, my eyebrows knot at the sudden action, who does she think she is?