FORTY SEVEN

"Kid, please put the knife down."

Kimi Raikonnen begged his niece and goddaughter whilst she was holding a very large knife in her hand, standing in her kitchen.

"But I'm cutting the cake like Uncle Sebby told me to do!"

Larissa Kimi Cohen released a whine as she was recieving a scolding look from the Finnish man, as she released a sigh of defeat before handing the knife over to him.

"Yes, well that was before you were going all Scream on it!" Sebastian Vettel defended with his hands raised in the air in defence, because she had been over excited when cutting the cake, stabbing it as if she was a murderer.

"You have some serious issues." Fernando Alonso chuckled at his niece, seeing her scowl at him in betrayal and anger.

"And so do you." Larissa scowled at the Spanish man, seeing him roll his eyes at her, remaining completely unbothered.

"Now why do I have issues?" Fernando smiled, seeing the look on her face that reminded him so much of her father and his late best friend.

"You're still upset that my brother beat your ass to the championship, that's your issue." Larissa stuck her tongue out at her uncle Nando, though she was able to hear something which basically confirmed her words.

Lewis Hamilton's bellowing laughter from the other room.

"I have won two championship titles." Fernando laughed loudly, knowing that his niece was just messing with him.

"And? Lewis has four titles and is gonna win a fifth. You ain't special." Larissa laughed mockingly, running for the cover of her godfather as the Spanish man charged at her with a large smile stitched on to his face.

Kimi pulled his niece in to his chest before pushing her out in front of him, essentially sacrificing her to that of the Alonso man, having given her a false sense of security.

"I rebuke my godfather!" Larissa yelled loudly, knowing that the other company in the house would easily be able to hear it. "I have been betrayed!"

Fernando clasped his hands around the Cohen girl's waist to tickle her, knowing that she was incredibly ticklish and had been since she was a young baby but also that she would take back her taunting words immediately.

Sebastian shook his head from side to side as he laughed at the two of them, though at the sound of another familiar voice from behind him, knew that he would have to step in to save the Cohen girl from certain tickle death or face the wrath of the boy behind him.

"Mausi, what did you say to annoy him?"

Mick Schumacher grinned brightly as she entered the kitchen of his sisters house in São Paulo, since she had decided to return to the house because her grandfather had been caught and imprisoned, though she would only return if they would come with her.

"The truth!"

Larissa giggled happily, trying to wrestle her way free from the arms of the small Spanish man, whilst she was grabbed and pulled away from the Mclaren driver, just before she was pushed in to the body which was that of the Schumacher boy.

Fernando pretended to lunge for the Cohen girl that he loved with his whole heart, but found that a tall German man that was driving for Ferrari was blocking his way.

"Lis would kill me if I didn't step in." Sebastian laughed, blocking the Spanish man whenever he would try to dodge him.

"You're just scared that she will tell Hanna to break up with you." Kimi smirked at his team mate, having stayed out of their drama to get a drink of tequila, winking at him since he knew that he was right.

"Hanna loves me more than her own fiancé." Larissa giggled, sticking her tongue out at the trio of her Uncles, whilst she resided within the safe arms of the younger Schumacher.

"Yeah I know she does, that's the problem! Why do you think that I'm helping you?" Sebastian chuckled lightly, whilst using his arms to tackle the Alonso man to the ground.

"Maybe because you're trying to be nice before she kicks your ass in a Mercedes next year." Mick wiggled his eyebrows at their uncle Sebby before he took multiple steps backwards, out of the kitchen and taking the Brazilian with him.

"Let them argue, sis. The others are getting the movie and snacks ready for the family movie night." Mick smiled gently at his sister, intertwining his hand with hers.

He knew that Larissa was struggling with being in the house was belonging to her deceased father, since it had not been this full of life in a very long time, but he also knew that she was determined to bring back some of the happy memories that the house held from when she was a child.

He squeezed her hand gently as the two of them started to walk back towards the rest of the people who were in the living area of the house, since he had spotted her staring at the photos that were scattered around the house with sadness.

He noticed how the brown of her eyes glazed over as she stared at a photo of her father and herself, with the two of them laughing brightly in the photo, in the house and pulled her against his chest to run his fingers through her hair, calmingly.

The two of them were always happy and smiling when they were living in the house, so having been so empty of that brightness for so long and so many years, he knew that it would take time to get used to having so much life going on in and around the house.

"Lar, you okay?"

Esteban Ocon questioned softly as he walked through the hallway of the Brazilians house, since he had been able to see that the German had stopped in the middle of it and had guessed that he was with his best friend.

"Yeah." Larissa spoke unconvincingly as she wiped at her eyes, ridding them of tears, before lifting her head to give the French man a smile that both of the men next to her knew to be fake and forced.

"Daniel and Pierre are wrestling with each other, and Lewis is showing everybody your baby photos, which is hilarious. He has offered to send all of the photos to everybody." Esteban smiled at the girl, giving her the distraction that he knew that she needed so desperately.

"LEWIS!" Larissa yelled as she widened her eyes in panic, knowing that her brother had some of the worst baby photos of her that had ever existed. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!"

Lewis Hamilton gulped in nerves as they noticed the girl running in to the living area, quickly grabbing his phone from his hand before she wrapped her arms around his neck in a fake attempt to strangle him.

"Little shit, let me help!" Nico Rosberg laughed as he joined his friend in annoying his former team mate.

Nico Rosberg was very glad to have Larissa Cohen as one of his best friend's.

It was mainly due to the fact that she was always up to something chaotic when he was with her, like when the two of them had been running through the streets of Berlin dressed as something called Minions.

But also due to the fact that she was able to do something that nobody else had managed to do.

Emotionally blackmail both himself and Lewis Hamilton in to talking to each other, to the point where they had actually forgotten about their rivalry, jealousy and arguments.

She had broken down crying to him about how she hated not being able to hang out with the both of them or talk about the other when she was with one of them, until he felt so guilty that he didn't have a choice but to agree to talk to Lewis.

Then he had noticed her smirk and knew that she had set him up.

Lewis Hamilton laughed loudly, using his hands to clasp around the waist of the Cohen girl, being able to lift her off the ground and flip her over his shoulder to where she was then laying on her sofa as he tickled her.

Nico watched the two of them closely, before he shrugged his shoulders nonchantly and began to help his former team mate in tickling and annoying his best friend.

Larissa gasped as the air was being forced out of her lungs, until she squealed as every single one of her friends joined in to tickle her, with them laughing together all the while.

"Oh now this is bullying!"

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"Hey."

Larissa slowly lifted her head up from the back of the sofa as she heard a soft whisper, her eyes slowly opening to see the brunette boy that she had grown to love smiling down at her.

"You'll damage your neck if you sleep like that."

Charles Leclerc whispered to the Cohen girl, since everybody else in the room had fallen asleep except him.

"I'm fine." Larissa turned her head to face him, seeing the light from the television hitting the high points of his face, making his skin glow in the darkness.

"But it's not comfy." Charles released a gentle sigh as he noticed her staring at him, as the light from the television hit the brown of her irises, making them almost look golden.

"Well I've got Lewis and Mick squashing me so there's not much that I can do with that." Larissa giggled as quietly as she could, trying not to wake Mick, who was resting his head on her lap, and Lewis who had basically curled up in to her side.

Charles slowly nodded his head up and down, shuffling his body ever so slightly closer to her, before he lifted one of his hands to tap at his shoulder.

"Use me as a pillow." The Leclerc boy offered, his heart slowly beginning to pick up in beat the longer that he spent talking to her.

"But then you can't move." Larissa frowned at him, seeing the boy shrug as if he didn't care.

"I think I can manage not moving if it means that you are comfy." Charles chuckled quietly, feeling the Brazilian gently squeezing at his hand with her own.

"Are you sure?"

Charles gulped, nodding his head up and down multiple times at her, smiling internally as he felt her resting her head on to his shoulder, wriggling slightly to make herself comfortable.

His soft lips pressed gently against her temple, hearing a small sigh of content leaving her lips before she tilted her head to stare up at him.

The Monégasque gulped as he felt the girls own lips press against his jawline, making him turn his face down to meet her in the middle.

Their lips met gently, as if they were waiting for the other to pull away but upon noticing that neither of them did so, the both of them smiled in to the soft and gentle kiss.

They moved against each other slowly, wanting to savor every single moment that they were molded together, feeling butterflies erupting like a volcano inside of their stomachs.

The two of them pulled back after a while, since they were running low on oxygen, to lock eyes, their irises sparkling at each other.

The words seemed to linger on the tip of the tongue of the Monégasque Formula One driver as he stared down at her, knowing that he wanted nothing more than to tell her how he felt and tell her those four words.

But just as he was about to tell her and let the words that had been stuck on his tongue for so long be free, he was able to hear the softest of snores.

Larissa Cohen had fallen asleep.

And Charles Leclerc had missed the chance to tell her that he loved her.

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A/N

Mentally crumbling but I'm here to help people so I had to get off my ass to get this out and help ya'll.

I burnt myself out so bad, I slept for like 3 days.

Had a massive load of drama with people who I thought were friends too, to the point I was fully prepared to just fucking take a leap of faith off a bridge, but guess who's still here?

Little old me who you all absolutely adore because she comes up with some of the dumbest and weirdest shit ever.

Please go and check out all of my other books because I feel like they deserve some love,

135k reads now which is insane, ya'll are really making me dependent on you guys 🤣

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-RUBY