Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Thirty-Four

The next couple of days are spent in a similar fashion although the flirting and touchiness between myself and Pierre does die down a little. I'm grateful that he's understanding following a few posts and articles that come out of us continuing to be seen together despite neither of us really posting on Instagram or anything else. I got slightly pissed off with one comment and replied before immediately wanting to delete it but managed to stop myself realising that would create an even bigger story.

So, we cooled it a little, I spent the days taking a tonne of really nice photos of him and his friends and family, hosting a few drinks parties at the small villa and we have a couple of nights out where we both get drunk and dance but nothing risky given Pierre seems to have picked up on my paranoia of cameras meaning that I imagine we're both quite relieved at the prospect of a couple of quiet days before the big boat day that he won't shut up about.

I don't even go over to his house on the first chill day, instead choosing to just message him that I'd see him the next day as I had something I needed to do and instead drove to visit my grandparents in Lyon which wasn't far from where we were staying - just an hour in the car, well 45 minutes in this car...

It was an awesome day to be honest and the smiles on their faces when they saw me walking up their driveway was so worth it having not seen them in a couple of years because of Covid and then life getting in the way. I spent the day just sort of helping them out around their house and left feeling reassured that they were doing well, phone calls and the occasional photos really weren't enough although I knew that I would see them at the wedding as well. I even managed to convince them to let me do a quick photoshoot with them which resulted in some photos I knew I would treasure forever and I found it harder to leave them as the sun was setting than I had expected but made a decision to try and see them once more before I flew back to the UK - if not I'd see them in a couple of weeks. I also made the decision to come and visit them after Monza, before I started going to the other side of the world. There had to be benefits of travelling the world and now living in Italy and finally being able to drive to see my grandparents was going to be one of them I decided.

When I got home I smiled at the sight of the flowers where I had left them in the vase on the kitchen counter top and breathed a simple sigh of relief, letting Pierre know I was back as I made myself a small bowl of pasta and sat down with a glass of wine and my laptop, editing my photos from the last few days. By 10pm I was rather physically and emotionally drained and so sent the photos for Pierre that I had taken before saving one of the ones of my grandparents as the new screensaver for my laptop.

I woke up with still no reply from Pierre the next morning and found myself more curious than I wanted to admit, going onto Instagram just to see that he had gone out with his friends last night. Finding out that was fine through seeing the photos of him with fans which was...well...hmm...there was only one way to put it. I was jealous but fairly convinced that he wasn't going to throw away all the effort he had been putting in just because I made myself unavailable for one day.

I found myself scrolling through the photos while I had breakfast at the island, one foot up on the chair as I talked myself down out of whatever it was that I was feeling. First of all, I had no claim on him if he had done something, second and perhaps more importantly - there was no evidence that anything had happened. He just took some photos with some fans...

I smack my head lightly before deciding to go easy on myself. I was considering possibly trying to begin something with him so it was kind of fair that I had these thoughts as I was still looking to see if his words matched with his actions. I go for a quick swim as is my routine and by the time that I'm done I find myself looking at my phone again, frowning when I see that he still hasn't messaged me.