YELLOW ROSES || a pierre gasly shortfic

THE AFTERMATH

The light peeked out from the blinds. What time was it? Maybe around 6:30 in the morning. Elise wasn't sure, but all she knew was that she felt very comfortable where she lay.

As the light shined on her face, and she started to wake up, she felt a light weight on her waist. It was... an arm? And... no this did not feel like her hotel room.

As she came to her senses, she realized she was definitely not in her hotel room, and cautiously looked around herself. She had an idea of where she was, but she knew she had to turn around to be sure.

And her suspicions were very much correct.

Pierre's alpha tauri teamwear.

The events of the last night flooded back into her memory. They were at the club, and they were talking, and they were laughing, until they weren't. They were kissing, and touching, and they found their way to the bed and they-

"Oh shit."

Looking down for confirmation, she saw her naked body in the mangled sheets. If judging by light bruising- or was that a hickey she now noticed on her hips and thighs, it had been a pretty long night.

Yup. She had definitely slept with him.

Elise recalled his wandering hands, and his warm breath on her skin. His fluttering lips along the expanse of her shoulders, and his kiss... Oh his kiss.

It sent her to heaven as she felt the taste of him on her tongue. The light grip of his hand on her jaw. The dizzying feeling of losing her breath and drowning in the sheer feeling of him.

It felt right to her.

They felt right to her.

So how come as she looked around the room, Pierre was nowhere to be found?

Why was his arm not wrapped around her waist when she woke up? Where was the sheepish smile and raspy 'good morning' greeting? How come he wasn't there to run a hand through her hair and ask her how she had slept that night?

Where was the justification to the three words he had whispered in her ear as they were about to fall asleep?

Or did he even mean them at all?

The knot in her throat suddenly felt way too big, along with the air of the room suddenly feeling far too cold.

The space beside her on the bed was empty, and she was completely alone as a single tear spilled from her eye.

Elise let herself collapse into the bed. Her emotions were overwhelming her to the point it was getting difficult to move.

Taking a few moments to get herself together, she let out a sigh. She knew it was too good to be true. It had to be. If only she had seen it.

He wasn't there. He had left her alone with not even a note to tell her he was going to be back. If Pierre could leave her there, then he didn't want to be with her, didn't he?

Getting up, she picked up her clothes from the night before, and put them on.

She picked up her phone from the night stand, and checked her notifications. Numerous messages, a few missed calls, mostly from team members, and one concerned message from Romain asking why she didn't come back to the hotel. She almost laughed at the way he would always act almost like her dad.

Taking one last deep breath, Elise closed her eyes.

When she opened them, she had made her decision.

She put on her shoes, and walked out the door.

Leaving the room, leaving behind that night, leaving Pierre, and leaving behind whatever it was they might've had.