The amazing holiday of where Charles had finally asked Paris to be his girlfriend had come to an end and things had gone back to normal.
We'll sort of normal.
It was the Tuesday after the Netherlands Grand Prix which was a successful win for the Ferrari driver of car number 16. Of course now as Charles's girlfriend, Paris happily went to support him dispite getting ill on the way back to Monaco.
She had of course denied to Charles she's been feeling slightly under the weather to not make him feel paranoid or upset.
Fast forward back to present day Paris was in her bathroom getting ready for her evening shift at the bar as she continuously sneezed a few times. She got herself dressed into her her sage green dress and some golden heels. She curled her hair into soft curls before walking out into the bedroom where Charles was laying on the bed.
"Right I'm ready!" Paris says feeling slightly cold now. "Ready for what?"charles asked getting up from his comfortable position biz to face Paris. "For something called work Charles." Paris said but was stopped by Charles finding her hand and holding it.
"Chérie your ill" Charles says trying to stop her from leaving. "I am not ill! who told you that?" Paris says. "My love come on." He says. "Charles I'm fine." Paris continues blowing her nose into a tissue. « If your that bothered I may collapse when playing you can come and supervise me." Paris says rolling her eyes playfully, Charles accepts immediately and grabs his phone s'aller and keys before walking with Paris hand in hand.
"Wait." Charles says dropping in the middle of the road. "What?" Paris says. "You look beautiful let me take a picture of you." He continues pulling out his phone quickly.
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They arrived to the bar where Paris worled. She gave Charles a quick kiss before walking over to the piano. He watched her walk away and couldn't help but stare at how beautiful she looked.
Paris sat Down at the piano and all of sudden started feeling very ill again. Her hands started shaking and then her whole body, she must of had a fever but continued to start playing.
For the first time ever Paris stumbled slightly on the keys causing Charles to look up at her in worry. Partis never made a mistake, he knew something was wrong especially now he did.
Her vision started to go blurry, the keys looked like a jigsaw puzzle all messed up, before she knee it her eyes closed everything pitch black.
Charles immediately rushed over to Paris picking her up and taking her out of the bar and somewhere quiet. "Paris wake up please." He says really worried tears forming in his eyes. He gently shook her left and right until she woke up. She looked ill really ill. He knew he had to take her home.
Charles booked a taxi which came within minutes to take them home. Once they got in, he carried Paris straight to her bed where he layed her down, to him, she looked very unresponsive and helped her change into her pyjamas.
He also got Paris some water and paracetamol and assisted her with take it. "Thank you Charles." Paris says and gets herself comfy. Charles gives her a kiss on the forehead before getting in bed on the other side .
"What are you doing? " Paris says turning over to face Charles. "Your going to get sick I can't let that happen your racing in two weeks!" Paris says. "So what?" Charles says. Paris sighs allowing Charles to wrap his arms around her.
She felt butterflies arise to her stomach. This man made her feel loved and cared for in anyway no matter what. He would do anything for her.
« I don't care if I get ill, as long as I'm with you." Charles says bringing Paris closer to him.
"Paris." Charles says looking at the beautiful girl that lay snuggled up right next to him. "Mhm." She replies in a sleepy tired voice.
"I love you." He says. " a lot actually." He confesses.
Paris looks at him and stares for a moment. "I think I love you." She says. "A lot." She continues.
They look and smile before leaning in to kiss each other deeply. They are passionate for each other and they both new it.
"No no! Don't kiss me Charles I'm ill!" Paris says pulling away from the kiss and wiping Charles's lips incase he got sick. "Whatever you say to love." He replies grinning as he kisses the side of her neck. She couldn't help but smile before kissing him once more holding each other in their arms.