F1 Reader Inserts

Another Lie || CL16

"Just come back to bed, I'll take you home in the morning."

You slipped your feet into your heels and grabbed your belongings as you made your way through his apartment. "No, this was a mistake. It's always a fucking mistake, but this is the last time."

"We both know that's a lie," he called out from the bathroom as he turned on the shower. "Stop being dramatic and let me clean you up."

You heard the sounds of the water change and knew Charles had stepped under the rainfall shower head. You could already picture him combing his hair back with his fingers as he lathered up the personalised shampoo that was made just for him, the water running over his chest, and knew if you stepped foot in that bathroom there was only one way it ended.

"One last time," you muttered under your breath as you kicked your heels off and placed your clutch with his car keys on the table next to the door. You slipped your dress off at the door to the bathroom and saw Charles' silhouette opaque behind the steamed glass wall. "One last time," you silently promised yourself before stepping in.

But it was another lie.

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Below your feet shone the lights of the city you called home. The plethora of colours dancing on the horizon promised an unforgettable night, or one you wished you could remember. But you wouldn't be joining them tonight.

The red glow of the cigarette burning in your fingers was the only light up here at the peak of Tête de Chien. In the daytime this track would be full of people but at midnight it had been abandoned to the moon and the stars.

The light crunch of gravel beneath feet alerted you to his approach and a soft sigh broke the silence at the lookout. "Busy?"

"What are you doing here?" You flicked the ash off the cigarette before taking another drag, not even bothering to look his way. "Oh, and happy birthday, Charles."

"It's not like you to turn down an invitation to a party," he commented as he took a seat on the stone wall beside you. "Can you put that out?"

"If you don't like it you can just leave," you offered, taking another puff before blowing a smoke ring at him. "And stop tracking my fucking phone."

He plucked the cigarette from your fingers and stubbed it out. "What else am I going to do when you don't answer my calls?"

"Accept that maybe I don't want to talk to you?" You opened your handbag to grab another smoke but he was quicker and tossed the entire box off the ledge. "Asshole."

"They're bad for your health."

You snorted and finally turned to face him, the lights of the city reflecting in his eyes. "That's rich coming from you."

The lights danced as he rolled his eyes but he didn't deny the truth and he jutted his head to the track he walked through. "I didn't see your car in the parking lot."

You smiled darkly and his eyes narrowed at the sight, knowing he wouldn't like what came next. "I caught a ride with some guys, but don't worry none of them were handsome Monégasques - so I was safe."

"Like fuck you were. What the hell were you thinking?"

Your head fell back with a laugh. "You don't want to know what goes through my head. Your mother called, again. When are you going to tell her? It's been four months."

Charles shrugged and leaned back on his elbows as he scanned the city he loved so much.

This peak would always hold a special place in your heart. It had been where he first asked you to be his girlfriend and it had been where he first told you he loved you. It was also where you had found him after his father died and that was when he had begun to change. You both had.