Lock Up ⏐Charles Leclerc

Chapter 34

Grabbing a tissue box nearby, I passed it to him and Pierre wiped the few beads of sweat on his face. "Look at it this way, we'll be having fun in Coachella next weekend."

Pierre grinned as he dabbed his face with the tissue. They were all sleeping over at my parents' house before we headed to the valley since it'd be useless for them to book a hotel when they already had a place to stay. My house wasn't big enough to hold all of us and besides, my parents were currently in Paris until next month.

"I'm ready to see Harry Styles live." I laughed at the obvious excitement on his face, not expecting him to be a fan. I've met Harry a few times and he's probably one of the most genuine people I've ever met. The guy's just a walking ball of sunshine.

"Do you want to meet him?"

"Valentine, you better not be joking."

Three days later, I found myself living in a house with twelve other people. Milo, Ace, and Elliana arrived with me straight from Miami and the couple took advantage of the small amount of people in the house by picking the room farthest from mine and Elliana's. Daniel arrived with Heidi, Lando, and Luisa after spending another day in Miami to attend the after parties. A video of Daniel carrying Lando on his shoulders while singing to Post Malone's Congratulations was actually circulating online right now. Pierre and Yuki had to stop by Milton Keynes and arrived on Tuesday evening, leaving Carlos, Isa, and Charles to arrive from Italy earlier today. The last three to arrive were still adjusting to the jet lag while everyone did their own thing inside the house.

I was about to head out to buy some lunch for everyone when Pierre caught me by the kitchen. "Want to come with me?" I asked, grabbing a bottle of water.

Pierre nodded his head and put on some shoes before heading with me to the garage. "Keys, please." He said and I sighed before dropping the keys into his hands. He chuckled and opened the car doors before we both went in. "You should know that F1 drivers don't like being passengers."

"I know." I scoffed and he laughed at me. "I spent a month in Italy with one and he only let me drive a handful of times with him in the car."

At the mention of Charles, Pierre asked, "How are you guys by the way?" He was the only person I told about my conversation with Giovanni and the anger on Pierre's face after telling him the story was scary.

I sighed as Pierre drove out of the house and followed the GPS I had set. "They only arrived a few hours ago so nothing as of now. It doesn't help that we're going to Coachella either."

"I think you should tell him."

"I don't want to stress him out even more, Pierre."

"Yes, but it's stressing you out." He emphasized and I had to agree with him. I'm not gonna lie, that conversation with Charles' manager rattled me a bit and I wouldn't put it past him if he decided on it with Chiara.

We arrived at the restaurant and quickly made our orders since there weren't that much people inside. As we waited, Pierre and I decided to stop by a nearby cafe to grab some coffee. Well, coffee for him and tea for me. I noticed a crowd of people forming outside of the cafe while we were inside and Pierre saw this as well.

"We better hurry because the paparazzi in L.A. are fast." I told him as we walked out, taking a few pictures with some fans. We were near the restaurant when we heard the first click of a professional camera.

"Valentine! Give us a smile!" I ignored them and walked faster, Pierre's footsteps following beside me.

"How long have you two been dating?"

We weren't.

"What about Charles?"

What about him? He has a girlfriend.