Fake || Charles Leclerc

J U L E S

Maria Bianchi

Today was the day I dreaded every year. Jules' death day. It was always a sad day and i didn't like the attention.

Me and Charles got ready for the memorial with all of the Formula 1 teams and then after that we had a friends and family one.

"You ready?" Charles sighed as I nodded. "It's okay." He smiled grabbing my hand as we made our way to the memorial.

We were greeted by all of the teams there and the drivers.

There were piles and piles of flowers and teddy bears and hundreds of fans sitting in stands.

It was a little weird seeing all of these fans in absolute silence. Normally they were screaming and shouting at the drivers but today it was different.

After greeting a few people it was time for the two minutes of silence for Jules.

I lowered my head as silence flooded the crowds.  All of a sudden they started to play Jules' voice which was weird because they had never done this before.

Hearing his voice was heartbreaking. Tears flooded my eyes as I looked up at Charles and he quickly grabbed my hand.

Tears poured down my face as I heard Jules, I would do anything to spend atleast one more day with him.

It was so heartbreaking but it was also in some way sort of heartwarming.

After the memorial with the drivers it was time to head to the one with family and friends.

Me and Charles head over there hand and hand.

A thing i adored about Charles is that he was amazing at comforting. He could make you feel happy even in your darkest days.

"How you feeling my love." Charles turned to me as I took a breath.

"I'm okay." I smiled squeezing his hand as we arrived at the next memorial.

People flooded the room but we immediately saw Charles' family and walked over to them.

Pascale, Arthur, Lorenzo and Lorenzo's wife Charlotte was here.

"Maria!" Pascale hugged me tight. "Hey pascale." I laughed quietly.

"You thirsty? Would you like a glass of wine?" Pascale asked me.

"Yeah sure." I said as she rushed off to the bar.

Me and Arthur began to chat. I loved our chats. Arthur always found a way to make me laugh.

"So how's your love life, Mr Leclerc." I push his shoulder gently.

"Well.. I am seeing someone." Arthur blushed. "Her names Carla- but don't say anything. I haven't even told Maman yet."

"Don't worry I won't say anything. I've got you Arth." I wrap my arm around his shoulder.

"What are you guys talking about?" Charles appeared by my side taking my arm off of Arthur's shoulder.

"Media." Arthur blurted out as I held in my laugh.

"Media?" Charles questioned as Arthur swallowed. "Or are we talking about your secret love." Charles winked.

"How the fuck do you know?" Arthur said turning to me.

"It's soo obvious Arthur, the way you're always busy and how you go red every time we pass Carla Brocker and her family." Charles snorted as Arthur punched his arm. "Relax." Charles rubbed his arm.

"Honestly it's like you guys are toddlers." Pascale sighed passing me my drink. "Here you go honey." I smiled as a thank you.

"Arthur why did you punch Charles like that, especially here. How disrespectful of you." Pascale scolded Arthur as Arthur looked down at the floor.