After Y/n Wolff moved away to Vienna when she was 16 she lost contact with her best friend Charles Leclerc. 8 years later she goes on to work and follows her dream in becoming a f1 interviewer, along the way she discovers her love for Charles best f...
'Come on you know the way.' Charles laughed, leading me up the stairs of his house. I giggled as he held my hand tightly and dragged me upstairs to his bedroom.
'After I almost fell down these stairs earlier.' I jokingly spoke back to him.
'Oh we're still talking about that ?' He chuckled turning around to face me.
I smiled at him childishly and he continued walking us upstairs.
He opened his bedroom door for me and we headed inside together. He closed the door behind us and I took my shoes off.
When Charles stepped towards me I expected him to kiss me. Hug me or something. But instead he picked me up in his arms.
He spun around and I put my hands together around the back of his head. He gently laid us down on the bed.
'You wanna borrow some clothes ?' He asked. I grinned at him and put my hands either side of his face now.
He kissed me and flipped me over so I was on my back and he was leaning over me.
'Come on I know your tired.' He stopped and I was bummed out. I frowned at him and scrunched up my eyebrows.
'Fine. Your not wrong.' I love how well he knows me.
'Let me pick something out for you.' He jumped up and I sat with my legs crossed on the bed while I waited for my brunette, green eyed, monegasque boy to come out of his walking wardrobe.
When he came out he was wearing blue checkered pyjama bottoms and a grey hoodie with the word 'boneless' on the back.
'Oh my god I remember those !' I screamed excitedly.
'You left yours at mine and I kept it.' His eyes widened and I giggled.
'You didn't !' I exclaimed.
He went back and came out holding the same hoodie as the one he was wearing, he was also carrying red checkered pyjama bottoms.
He threw them at me and I laughed before going to change into them in his en-suite.
What we would be wearing were the same hoodies as the ones we bought when we were teens. The same ones in the picture of us hugging in Monaco of a cold December night, the one Pierre deleted from my phone.
This one :
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When I came back out I couldn't see Charles anywhere. I stood in the middle of the room and looked around for him.
I felt arms wrap around my hips. He hugged me from behind.
'Chip !' I yelled, scared by him appearing behind me.
'Mon Jolie you look amazing.' He whispered in my ear.
'Good thing we're wearing the same things.' I spun around and kissed his cheek.
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