Nola is the younger sister of Monégasque formula one driver Charles.
Being close to her older brother means she now travels the world with him as he races in a Ferrari car, delve into the rollercoaster of events, emotions and trials of Nola.
Nola woke up the next morning and was not feeling her best self, the drinks from last night catching up with her, her head was pounding and she felt sick. In true Nola style she got up and put on sports leggings and a sports bra, put her headphones in and pulled on trainers. She was never one to suffer and sit feeling sorry for herself, she was one who got up and got on with it, and that's exactly what she did. When she was at home and not travelling this is what she did every morning, got up and ran. If she didn't go for a run she was working out, she often used the gym in Charles' house. Now she was in the same house it was made easier. Being around so many athletic people and coming from that kind of family you tended to lean towards fitness and health easily. It would also give Nola time to think, her mind was reeling from Pierre's words, his text and the fact they nearly kissed. Pierre wasn't a bad person, he was a nice person, that's why she was still friends with him, that's why her brother was friends with him. He didn't have a bad bone in his body, Nola just didn't want to put herself in a situation where she wasn't ready, and potentially hurting someone else, and hurting Pierre would be the most horrible thing. Then all the connection to Anthoine. It had been 2 and a half years, when was someone ready to date after that? Nola hadn't even considered speaking to another guy, she wasn't interested. Freya was right, she couldn't just not move on, but the guilt nearly consumed her. Nola kept running down the beach until she couldn't run no more, she sat down on the sand staring out at the calming water. She still felt sick but she wasn't sure if that was the alcohol or the anxiety with Pierre.
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Pierre had gone for a run this morning, he wanted to clear his head but he knew that would never happen. Nola was always on his mind. He made his way to the beach and saw a girl sitting on the sand, his girl. He smiled and walked over, taking out his headphones. "Nola?" Her eyes opened immediately and looked up at Pierre looming over her. "Morning" She said, she wanted to try and stop thinking of Pierre and here he was. Pierre was trying to stop thinking of Nola, and here she was. "What are you doing?" Pierre asked taking a seat next to Nola on the sand "Running, hanging, clearing my head" Nola said, "what are you doing?" "Running as well, you feeling that bad after last night?" "A little, but never one to suffer, just getting on with it" Pierre smiled, she had the family gene for sure, to just persevere. But he wanted to know what she was clearing her head of. "Clearing your head?" "Yeah, what are you doing in Monaco anyway?" Nola asked, trying to skip over the question. It's not like she could tell him that it was him she was trying to stop thinking of. It was him that was on her mind. "Catching up with some friends, we're staying on the boat for a few days" he said shrugging "Pierre I-" Nola's words were stuck again. She had always been able to speak to Pierre, and now twice in the space of 12 hours she was speechless in his presence "What are you clearing your head for?" He asked again "We nearly kissed last night" Nola muttered, he wouldn't let it go. He was as stubborn as she was "I know, I'm sorry, I went too far" "Can I be honest, we've known each other for a long time and I feel like I owe you the honesty" Nola sighed. She didn't want him to say sorry, that's not what she wanted from him, she wasn't sure what she wanted but she knew he had nothing to say sorry for "Yeah?" "I'm just scared and I feel guilty" "Scared of what?" "Scared of liking anybody, guilty if I do, scared of feeling that way for anybody. I'm scared to see who I am as a person anymore. I'm not myself and I haven't been since that day. I'm scared of hurting people. Does that make sense?" Pierre sighed, he was glad she was actually telling him what was on her mind, she did want her honesty "It does" "Because if I admit what I don't want to. It scares me that I could have everything I want, I could be happy again and it could all be taken away from me again. I sit there everyday and I know Charles loves what he does, but it scares me that I could lose my brother, exactly the same way I lost him. It's the same with Arthur" Nola looked out at the ocean, wishing she could be as carefree and go with the flow as the waves. Pierre sensed the way Nola was feeling and sighed "You know, we do what we do because we love it. It scares everyone that cares about us, but they know we're doing something we love" "He was doing something he loved, and he was taken away" "He loved you Nola, more than anyone I've ever known. He never would of wanted to leave you, he never would want you like this either" Pierre would of loved nothing more than to be selfish, but he couldn't. Not with Nola, he told her the truth, and what he knew was going to make her feel okay, whether that meant it pushed her away or brought her closer. "you will only be ready, when it's right for you. Don't let anyone tell you different, or try and force you. It could be 2 years, or 20 years" he said. His words meant to so much to Nola. She appreciated everything he said and smiled before looking back out at the sea, acutely aware he was still holding her hand "I'm sorry I piled that on you" Nola said after the silence had gone on for too long "I'm always here. I'm sorry for trying to kiss you. It won't happen again" he said, "not until you ask" Pierre whispered the last part, he wasn't sure if Nola heard or not but he was certain that one day maybe, he would get to kiss her. Nola heard the last part, she wasn't sure if she was meant to, it stirred up something in Nola. "I better get home, thank you" Nola stood up and Pierre let go of her hand and stood up himself. Nola sighed and then gave him a hug and his arms found their way around Nola so easily, he smelt so good to her, he always smelt so good "See you soon" he said "You keep texting me, how did you get my number?" Suddenly she remembered the text she got last night "Freya" he said simply. He asked Freya for her number and it wasn't hard for her to give it to him. Nola rolled her eyes at the idea, knowing her friend would of been thrilled about that "you know where I am if you need me" he said. Nola nodded, Pierre was happy knowing she could turn to him, and hoped she did. Nola turned around and walked up to Charles' house leaving Pierre behind.
Nola let herself into Charles' house and went straight into her bathroom, stripped off and had a shower, washing off the sweat and sand. She wrapped a towel around herself and stepped into the bedroom, walking over to the balcony she opened up the door and looked over the marina. Sometimes when she was still at home she came to Charles' house to just sit on the balcony and look over the harbour, it was her time to think. Particularly after Anthoine passing. The sun that was lighting up the balcony, Nola didn't have any plans today. Travelling, being social, all the things going through her head, she was grateful for the time to herself. Charles wanted to spend the day with Charlotte and that meant she had the house to herself while they went out. So after a while, Nola laid in bed watching crappy tv while eating crappy food until Charles came home in the afternoon, he jumped on the bed nearly sending Nola flying when he came in.
"You're so annoying" Nola grumbled as she rearranged her pillows "Have you been in bed all day?" He asked her. It wasn't like her to be lazy. She was quite active and on the go like Charles was "No, I went for a run this morning. Since then I've been in bed" "Do you want to go to mums? She wants to do dinner?" He asked his sister, Nola nodded "Charles can I ask you something?" Nola asked as he went to leave, he sat back down on the bed and looked at his sister. "Yeah?" "It's about Pierre" Charles couldn't hide his smirk that came across his face "Yes?" The smirk was still there, Nola could see it and she groaned "Well I mean I don't have a question as such but I want your advice" "My advice is go for it. You know I consider him my closest friend, and he's a good guy. But I know how much he likes you" "That's not what I want to hear!" Nola fell back on her bed. She knew Pierre liked her, and clearly everyone else knew to, and now she felt like she was the bad guy "What do you want me to say? That I don't like him and I think you should stay away? Even then since when have you ever listened to me" he said laughing "I just don't know what to do? I feel guilty" Nola said sighing and hiding under a pillow "Does he know any of this?" He asked pulling the pillow off of Nola's head. Nola sighed and nodded "and what did he say?" He asked "He said to take my time and when I'm ready" "So there's your answer. Take your time, if it's meant to be then it will. But don't sit here feeling guilty when there's nothing to be guilty about" "But is it not wrong to move on?" I asked "Absolutely not. Nola we as a family have gone through so much, we have to live and do what's right for us in our lifetimes" he said hugging his sister. The thought of her feeling guilty for liking someone made Charles sad, "When it's time, you will know" he said. Nola nodded as she hugged him back. Sometimes all you needed was your big brother. "Come on, let's go to mums" Nola said, Charles dragged his sister out of bed, she swapped her pyjamas for jeans and a top and left the house.
