Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Treinta y tres

       "Oh my goodness, it is amazing to see you," Sean yelled over the loud music and wrapped his arms around Farah, hugging her so tightly that she was lifted from the floor. "Likewise, Sean," Farah laughed, feeling Pierre's arm curl around her once Sean placed her on the floor again. He pulled her into his chest like he had done since they arrived at the party. It was a great club in Milan, and they had only thirty minutes to midnight left, which was perfect to have some chats to catch up with people. Farah spoke to Sean and his girlfriend, Charles and Charlotte, and some others she had to meet. They were finally together after Pierre had gotten them a new round of drinks. They danced to the filthy, Spanish music with the beats that were so nice. Pierre looked into her eyes with a lazy grin on his face. His head had been in the clouds since she jumped into his arms at the airport in Milan, actually since she called him and said she was finally coming back to him. He was sure that this was fate bringing them together once more.

"This reminds me of Ibiza," Pierre's lips brushed over her ear as he spoke to her, his hand on her lower back pulling her a little closer to himself, while she was already pressed up against his chest. He looked so amazing with the dark blue button-up, and the golden cross necklace resting on his chest. The fingers of his other hand were so effortlessly curled around his half-empty glass. "Where you fell hopelessly in love with me?" Farah replied, and her heart swell in her chest at the sound of his laughter that rumbled through his chest. "You mean where you were hitting on me every chance you got," he shot back, making her smile. Her nose bumped against his, lips brushing together, and they kissed again. He tasted like the sweet mix drink he had ordered, a coconut rum lingering on his tongue as it brushed against hers. Farah's hand moved into his hair, tugging at the roots in the nape of his neck. Butterflies fluttered around in her stomach, thinking about how the hell she survived those six weeks without him, as she hadn't seen him the last two races of the F1 season either. 

The clock counted down to one minute before twelve. The music slowly started to die down, and Farah placed her cocktail glass back on the bar, so she didn't have to carry it, because she absolutely wanted to smash her lips on Pierre's when the clock hit twelve and the new year started. "To a new year full of you and me, mon coeur," Pierre said, gnawing at his bottom lip while holding her close. "To a new year of me not leaving Milan," Farah replied, causing him to chuckle. The countdown from ten started, and they yelled each number till it hit zero, and they kissed again without hesitation. Farah curled her arms around his neck, feeling his fingertips digging harder into her waist. Fireworks exploded outside, digital fireworks lit up the club's interior, and new music soon started. Farah pulled back from him to breathe, not able to stop smiling. Pierre kissed her cheek and her chin. "I love you," he told her again. "I love you," she repeated, cupping his face and caressing it. Not much later, Charles came up to them, followed by a staff member who carried a large bottle of champagne with a sparkler in it. 

"To a new year with great people!" Charles said, giving Pierre a hug before kissing Farah's cheek. Charlotte followed soon enough, and she had taken a couple of girlfriends with her. They all clinked their glasses together, Pierre's hand curling around her hip when she stood in front of him. They were glued together like the sappy couple the whole night, but they couldn't care less. They were together again after missing each other so much, and it felt only right. Farah lost count of the many drinks they had, but they both weren't drunk. They wanted to remember this night that brought them together. Farah sobered up towards the hour they went back home, and she had a couple of glasses of water in the bathroom already. The dance floor slowly got less crowded, people were heading home as the sun started to rise. Farah was sure her makeup was smudged, and her eyes felt a little prickly. She could use a shower and a whole day of sleep, and she even got excited at the fact that it was all waiting for her at Pierre's apartment. Pierre and Farah said goodbye to their friends who were also leaving and headed out together.