Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Veintícinco

Farah pulled the thin duvet a little higher up to her chin, a yawn escaped her, and she turned to her side, met with Pierre's sleepy face. Their alarm hadn't gone off yet, but she was awake already. Her rhythm was a little thrown off by the long flight yesterday, and she was also just excited to be here. Just a couple of minutes later, the alarm clock on Pierre's phone went off. He groaned deeply, reaching for his phone on the nightstand and turning it off. Pierre let out a sigh, folding his hands behind his head. Farah rested her head on his chest, and he automatically dropped one of his arms to wrap it around her. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, his voice still gravely with sleep. His fingertips ran up and down her arm softly. "I did," Farah said. "We got in quite some hours," she hummed. "You wore me out last night," Pierre muttered, making her slap his chest, and she earned a laugh. After they had both freshened up last night, they went out for some dinner together in Doha. Pierre had looked up some restaurants, and they rented an Uber to get there.

It wasn't late when they were back at the hotel, around nine thirty p.m, and they were in bed a little under an hour later. Pierre was used to this schedule anyway, and he fell asleep nearly immediately after they both dropped on the soft mattress of the W Hotel. "Alright, I'll head to the bathroom," Pierre said, making her whine as he didn't have time for a cuddle. "Get dressed, okay? We don't have a lot of time," Pierre chuckled, pulling the sheets off of her to make her get up as well. Farah swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She pulled her hair out of the messy bun she had it in, and she walked over to her suitcase that still laid on the floor in the corner. She had no idea what to wear, but she did realize there would be a lot of eyes on her. Farah still wanted to feel comfortable in the paddock the whole day, and it was quite warm. She picked a pair of flared jeans and a white crop top, that reached a little above her navel. She got a pair of block heeled sandals, which her feet would be able to walk on the entire day. Pierre was done showering not much later, and she could enter the bathroom.

He got dressed while she freshened up a little, combed her hair and applied some light makeup. Pierre informed her already that they would be picked up to get to the circuit, and they were going to have breakfast there. Farah got a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, took one of her shoulder bags and put it in. She also took her sunglasses, a bottle of sunscreen after she applied a layer, and her lip gloss. Pierre pushed a cap over his half-wet hair, and he was dressed in team wear. He carried a backpack when they left the hotel room, and they got into the elevator to head to the lobby of the hotel. "You look pretty, mon coeur," Pierre complimented her, drawing her closer to kiss her cheek. "Thank you," she smiled at him, her hand squeezing his arm. Pyry was waiting for them in the lobby, just like Fabiana, one of the press officer's. "Hey, Farah. It's good to see you here," Pyry greeted her, kissing her cheek when they hugged. "Thanks for keeping everything a surprise," Farah chuckled, looking over at Pierre. "I have this for you," Fabiana said, taking an Alpha Tauri VIP guest pass out of the envelope.

She held the cord open and moved it over Farah's head. "Great, now I can stalk you everywhere you go," Farah said, holding up the pass in front of Pierre's face. "You're the only one allowed to do so," Pierre replied. Fabiana guided them to the car that was ready outside, and there were a few diehard fans who were already outside the hotel waiting for the F1 drivers in the early morning. Pierre quickly signed a few things, and then they rushed to the car. "Okay, Farah," Fabian locked her seatbelt. "You will be very much in the picture, too, this weekend, and we can imagine it's a lot, but we just want you to be you. As if it's a normal day in your relationship," she said, noticing Farah was a little nervous about showing up so publicly with Pierre. "You'll be fine," Pierre hummed, brushing a few strands of her hair out of her face. Farah nodded, pushing her sunglasses over her eyes. Fabiana and Pierre were talking through some things they had to do after breakfast, while Pyry was driving. The drive to the circuit took about twenty minutes, and they were guided to the paddock parking.