feel I belong (here) [Zayn Malik/Charles Leclerc, M, 7.2k]
Not many people would’ve expected him to be there the first time he went to a race. And even if they had, people would’ve expected him to be there for the speed, the thrill and the excitement. Maybe the hot guys, if they knew Zain and not Zayn.
But really, Zayn had been there for the cars themselves. For the engineering, the strategy. The calls from the pitwall, tyre management and battery deployment. He’d been there for flow vis and practice sessions, for the data that he wouldn’t get to see because he’d just been the next face in a line up, the next person for the drivers to take photos with that was lucky enough to get a paddock pass.
Still. There’d been a thrill to it all.
But none as big as when he first met Charles Leclerc.
Written for @wordplayfics 10.1: retirement.























