Y/n is 16 and Charles is 17. They have been given the Leclerc's family boat for the day and they're out in the ocean with the beautiful view of Monaco during the summer afternoon of 2015.
Y/n's pov :
'Char !' I yelled from the large sofa on the yacht. No reply.
'Chip!' I shouted his nickname that only I called him.
'Charles !' I called again.
This time I heard his voice from the top deck as he steered the boat around to anchor it.
'What is it Y/n ?' He asked.
I stepped out from the glass doors at the back of the boat.
'i need to talk to you, meet me in the bedroom after you put the anchor down ?' I suggested.
'yeah, no problem.' He huffed as the anchor dropped into the water.
I walked back inside and headed through the doors of the bedroom on the boat. I laid down on the bed and played on my phone as I waited for him to come in.
I heard footsteps outside and quickly turned to face the door, now laying on my side.
'what's up ?' He asked laying down next to me,
'I need to tell you something.' My voice croaked.
He was facing me, i stared into his beautiful green eyes, he could tell something was wrong. He read me like a book.
'What's wrong jolie [pretty] ?'
His hand crept over to my cheek, his thumb played around with the strands of hair that fell onto my face. I looked up at him again. I opened my mouth to speak. My eyes filling up with tears.
'Come here.' He softly said putting his arm under mine, stretching his hand across my back, pulling me close to him.
I cuddled up into him and lay my head on his chest. I slowly built up the courage to speak.
'My dads making me move to Vienna.' I whispered as a tear dropped down my face.
His shirt absorbed it quickly. He took a silent moment to process what I'd said. His hand stopped moving across my back and he took a deep breath in.
'I'll come with you.' He blurted out.
'Charles you can't leave your family.'
He sat up right to face me, legs crossed. 'I can't leave you y/n.' He became upset, his warm hand brushed my leg.
'Charles please don't make this harder than it already is.' I begged, crying as i spoke. My own words hurt me to say, Charles was my best friend for years, since we were young, i loved him and couldn't leave him.
'I'm the one that's loosing you.'
'What ?' I sat up, opposite to him and adjusted my position.
'You don't need to move Y/n, stay here with me and my family if you have to, just please don't leave.' He began to cry to. We where both so alike.
'Charles I have no choice.'
He stayed quiet for a moment.
'Trust me if it was my choice I'd stay here with you forever okay ?' He stood up from the side of the bed, now angry.
'Do you even know how to speak German ? Do you even have a reason to move there ? Do you know how far away from me you'll be ?' His voice echoed in my head.
'You know I can speak German Charles ! My family live there ! My dad was born there!' I screamed back at him.
'You weren't though ! YOU where born here ! You belong here ! You live here and I can't live here without you what can't you understand
Y/n !' He yelled. Tears began flowing down his face.
'It's not me it's you Charles ! I have to move and your just going to have to deal with it, we can still stay in touch !' He looked at me angrily.
'I'll drop you home.' And he stormed out of the room.
Why was he like this ? He was over reacting in my opinion. I had two days left until i needed to leave, I wanted to spend the last few moments with him until I had to leave. I'd come back though... I just know it, love has its ways of re-uniting people.
Charles' pov after forcing Y/n off the boat once he got to the dock.
I stormed downstairs to the spare room where I last saw her. I was angry, with myself for reacting the way I did, I was angry with her for only telling me last minute but most of all I was frustrated with her dad for making her move away, for separating two soulmates.
I jumped onto the bed with a thud, I looked around. Everything now looked so depressing. Miserable. Y/n made everything seem so much better, so bright and cheerful. There was none of that anymore.
It all felt like my fault. I blamed myself. And for good reason.
I looked to my side. A picture of me and her from a few years ago sat on the bedside table in a glass frame.
After seeing how happy we were together I got angry. More than I was before. I picked up the frame and threw it at the wall in rage. The glass shattered everywhere. I hated myself for letting her go like that. She was my best friend, I loved her, she was always so happy, so beautiful and funny. There's not many people like that. She was the only one right for me, the only one I loved.
8 years later in a caffe in Bahrain.
Age is now 25 and hers is 24.
Charles' pov :
I began walking to the small table where I had spotted Pierre as I came in. The hot coffee slashed around in the cup that I held in my left hand. I soon sat down opposite to him.
We began talking about the race, the track and the cars, how we thought we'd do this season. It was moderately busy, as it was only a small caffe there where only a few people here and there.
Something caught Pierre's eye.
I laughed at how crazy he looked.
I looked around to maybe catch a glimpse of what he was so obsessed about.
'What is it mate ?' I laughed looking around.
He pointed over, 'the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen just sat down over there.'
I wasn't looking for a relationship for myself as I was already in one but I wanted to see what this girl looked like as she was so breathtakingly stunning as Pierre made her out to be.
She had her back to us and she was on her phone. We watched for a few more seconds until she got up and headed over to order a drink.
'Go get her then.' Pierre was my best friend, of course I was supportive.
He was too much of a wimp to go and say anything so he asked me to go and ask her out for him. I was still unsure of what she looked like as she never turned around or put her hair behind her ear.
I got up from my seat and headed over to her, Pierre's grin was pasted into my mind. An amazing smell filled my nostrils as I passed where she had been sat. It was familiar but I wasn't sure where from, maybe Charlotte had worn it once ? But it was a smell I was surprised by, one I hadn't smelt in years.
I continued to walk over to her, as I got closer I realised how her hair looked, it was a beautiful, rare but natural colour that was layered and curled at the ends. This girl really was beautiful and that was only the assumption from behind.
I looked back at Pierre who was nervously sat watching from his seat. Smiling hopefully before sipping at his coffee.
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Thank you so much for beginning to read this story, it really means a lot. I hope all of you like it. New chapters out soon, I hope all of you have a good day x - y/a