As Charles' younger sister, it wasn't unusual for Y/N to appear at his apartment out of the blue, and as Charlotte was in Nantes for the week finalising some university work, Y/N took it upon herself to check in on Charles due to the radio silence she'd been receiving from him since Charlotte left.
Y/N mouth dropped in horror as she entered Charles' apartment. It was a disgrace and she thanked god that her mother hadn't came with her or Charles might not have made it to the next race. There wasn't a centimetre of clear space on the kitchen counters for Y/N to place her belongings on. It was littered with rubbish, crockery and cutlery. Y/N couldn't understand what Charles was doing ... he had a dishwasher – it was that hard to load it up and start a cycle! She let out a frustrated sigh as she entered the living room. Another disaster; water bottles decorated the floor and furniture. Charles had better have a good excuse as to why his is this messy. Y/N began by collecting the rubbish and throwing it all out before giving the room a hoover. It wasn't spotless, but it'd do.
Now that the apartment was at a somewhat higher living standard, it was time to find Charles. There were two options when it came to finding Charles; he was either out training or he'd be in his sim room, and it just so happened that on this occasion that Y/N could hear him before she saw him. Even from outside of the room Y/N could hear him shouting at the computer in frustration at his lap time and race.
"Charles!" She shouted to get his attention over the excessively loud volume coming from the simulator. His head snapped round from focusing on the screen to her and his eyes went wide. He wasn't expecting visitors, that much was evident, but what shocked Y/N more was his appearance. His smile wasn't as big as it usually was when he greeted her, normally he'd be wide awake and rearing to go, but he looked exhausted. His eyes were fighting to stay open and the dark circles under his eyes where nearly as dark as his hair, which was also a mess, it stuck up in every direction, only being held out of his face by a bandana. "Charles..." Y/N trailed off as she looked at him in a soft voice. He worked so hard that somethings he forgot to look after himself. It's why Y/N appreciated Charlotte living with him as she'd look after him and remind him that he had a life outside of racing.
"You look like crap." Y/N told him honestly. Charles looked slightly affronted at her comment, "Why didn't you ring me?"
"I didn't want to bother you." He said focusing back on the screen once again. Y/N knew he definitely been on the simulator too much in the past few days and took it upon herself to turn the machine off, "Hey!" Charles protested but it fell upon deaf ears as Y/N simply eyed him with a disapproving gaze. He let out a defeated sigh and leaned back against the gaming seat.
"You'll never be a bother to me. Now go to bed, it's obvious that you've barely been getting any." Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him from the sim room and across the hall to his bedroom. She gasped at the sight before her. it was a mess. "Has it been your mission to wreak havoc in every room you enter?" More water bottles surrounded the bed as well as clothes that littered the floor. As Charles got ready for a nap, Y/N sped around the room and gave it a quick clean. "When was the last time you slept?" She asked as she entered the bedroom having thrown the rubbish in the bed and started a cycle in the washing machine. Charles looked down as if he was ashamed and timidly stuck up three fingers. "Three days!" Y/N said miraculously. It was a miracle that he was still standing.
"Don't be too loud. My head is killing me." He moaned
Y/N gave him a pointed look and leaned her hand on her hip as she watched him, "And whose fault is that? You sat in front of a screen for three days." It was quiet for a few moments as Charles relaxed in his bed and Y/N watched him as if she were worried that he'd try and escape back to the simulator. "You definitely don't look like a Giorgio Armani Ambassador right now."
"Oh, piss off." He was finally closing his eyes, but occasionally he'd rub his forehead and Y/N knew that it was bothering him, so she sifted threw his medicine cabinet and luckily found some paracetamol.
"Here take this." She handed him a tablet and a glass of water which he happily gulped down before lying back down under the covers. He tapped the space beside him, "I can't stay too long." She lay down beside him, her mind instantly drifting back to their childhood when they'd cuddle up together all the time. Y/N was lucky to have a brother like Charles, he made everything worth it.
"You're the best sister ever."
"I'm your only sister."
"Shhh ... sleep now." Y/N let out a giggle, but abided by his words and enjoyed a much needed nap.
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