Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

VII

         Pierre buried his face further into the pillow, his hand moving up his chest as he started to wake up. He groaned, the bright light of the sun meeting his eyes as soon as he opened them. He sat up as he didn't feel nor see Azar beside him. He listened closely if there were any sounds coming from the bathroom, but there weren't. The shirt she had been wearing to bed was folded over the chair in the corner of his hotel room, her clothes were missing from the floor and her heels weren't kicked off at the door anymore. Great. She left him before he woke up. Pierre rubbed his eyes with one hand, not remembering if he heard her going out or not last night or early in the morning. He rested his head against the headboard with a sigh, looking beside him to see a note on the pillow. Pierre reached for it, chuckling lightly as it was a kiss of her lipstick on a piece of paper, nothing more, nothing on the back. He got up, picking his own clothes from the floor and reaching for his phone that was tossed onto his nightstand, obviously not on the charger.

Pierre plugged it in as it was completely dead, leaving it to charge while he gathered his clothes and went to take a shower. He checked the time, it was still before ten, so he wasn't going to miss his flight. Or well, the jet that would take him to Tulum. Pierre was going on a trip to Mexico with his friends to unwind from the first few races and to train there before he would return to Milan and prepare for the race in Imola. Pierre moved into the bathroom, secretly hoping Azar was just showering and she was still with him, but she wasn't. Pierre rolled his eyes at himself. What did he expect after all? He started the water, letting it become warm before he got in the shower cubicle. He didn't need a lot of time to get ready, as soon as he washed himself, he got out and got dressed, ruffling his hair with a towel before styling it a little bit. Pierre hoisted himself into a pair of sweats and a simple t-shirt from his shop. Much of his luggage was still packed, so he only opened a suitcase to fold the clothes he had been wearing last nights in there.

His phone was alive by now, and he scrolled through the notifications of some friends who asked where he was last night. Obviously some people had seen him leave with Azar, but the pictures were blurry, and he couldn't care less about them. Pierre went to Azar's Instagram profile, but there was nothing new on there, no new story either. He hesitated if he wanted to text her or not. He was used to this, he was used to one-night stands, then why didn't he act so strange all of a sudden? He was the one usually leaving before the girl woke up, or he even ordered them a taxi to leave his hotel room or apartment before they could fall asleep in his bed. Pierre shook his head at himself, he needed to think of Azar as just a fling, nothing special, however, the problem was that Azar is something special, and there is something about the way he has to chase her. Pierre answered some of his texts and then went to the conversation with his friend that ordered the jet to leave Miami for Tulum later today. He let him know that he would arrive with Pyry and that they would be on time.

Pyry had texted him half an hour ago, asking him if he was up already and up to go have some breakfast. Pierre agreed to it, collecting his belongings to go check out of the hotel ahead. He would leave his luggage here while they were out for breakfast. He met his trainer in the hotel lobby. "Hey, champ, what's up?" Pyry spoke, dressed in practically the same attire as Pierre himself. "Nothing much," Pierre replied, pushing a pair of sunglasses up his nose when they exited the hotel. "What about you?" He returned the question. "I'm good, I liked the party last night," Pyry continued. They walked into a restaurant not far from the hotel, and they were seated almost immediately. "Me too," Pierre said. "Did you even see half of it? I know you left with the daughter of that champagne guy," his trainer grinned, making Pierre look at him with a raised brow, but he laughed nevertheless. "I might have, yeah," Pierre admitted. "But she left before I woke up. I have no idea where she is." They paused their conversation to give their orders to the waitress.