F1 imagines x yn

Pierre Gasly

You were sat on the kitchen floor, leaned against the counter, a bottle of wine in hand and reddened eyes from all the crying. Having your broken really isn't nice, is it? Worst part is when you didn't even see it coming - even if it was a mile away. So you sat on the cold, tiled floor, drowning your heartache and sorrows in alcohol as the break up played out, word for word, scene for scene in your head.

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The door to your apartment opened and a smile grazed your face as you stood up to greet your boyfriend, Pierre, at the door. He had called earlier to inform you of his visit. It came as quite a surprise since he had a race to prepare for, but you weren't complaining. You had to make use of every second of time you could spend together, especially considering his very demanding and full schedule.

You had greeted him at the door with a warm embrace. You had swiftly dropped your arms that were situated around his waist once you realized the hug wasn't being reciprocated. You pulled away to look at Pierre - your face contorted in confusion. He looked down at you, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, his face serious and a dull look in his eyes. A look of concern replaced your confusion. Pierre was never this serious around you. Yes, maybe when there was a fight between you two, but even then his eyes didn't look as dull as they had in that moment.

"Pierre, what's wrong?" You had hesitated, too afraid to speak as your boyfriend avoided making eye contact with you

"We need to talk", he replied as he walked around you - his tone flat, lacking emotion.

"Okay?", you said quizzically.

The nerves in your stomach churned, nervously awaiting Pierre's next words.

"I need to be honest with you. When we first started dating...you were a bet", he let out softly, almost as if talking to a hurt puppy.

"What?" You questioned in shock and disbelief.

You turned around to look at Pierre who was now standing at the kitchen counter. A part of you didn't want to believe that he could be able to do such a thing - but one look at those sapphire eyes and you knew he wasn't lying. Your eyes started tearing up, your mind racing with a million questions. Pierre stayed silent, unable to form any words.

"Why?" You questioned meekly. You couldn't fathom why he would do such a thing, you just needed to know, why? Unfortunately one doesn't always get the answer that you would like. As soon as you heard Pierre's answer, you felt ten times worse than before.

"It sounded like fun. At the time!" He added quickly. You were still stood in silence, so Pierre continued. "And I had just gotten out of a bad relationship, so you seemed like the perfect - rebound", he continued.

His answer made you sick to the stomach, how could he? You so desperately wanted to hate him, but how could you when he was all you've ver known for the past 3/4 of the year. The tears you so desperate tried to keep at bay was now freely streaming down your face.

"Is it all I was to you? A fucking rebound!?" You asked, your voice laced with betrayal and hurt.

"That was only in the beginning. You were only suppose to be a bet, but somewhere along the line I fell for you", Pierre explained - his voice cracking from the emotion.

"So why didn't you stop it?" You asked, the anger building up inside of you at this revelation - and Pierre's next words didn't exactly help ease it.

"Baby, you have to understand...", he started, trying to justify himself, but he was cut off as you spoke over him.

"Understand?" You asked rhetorically. "There's nothing to fucking understand! You fucking used me like I'm some fucking disposable toy!" You yelled, your emotions getting the best of you.

"(Y/n), it was never my intention to hurt. Believe me, as soon as I realized what a good person you are I wanted to stop the bet, I wanted to tell you the truth", he pleaded, desperately.

But you didn't relent. The hurt and betrayal was too strong, overriding any sense of forgiveness towards Pierre. You shook your head weakly, before responding to him.

"But you didn't".

"No, (y/n). Just give me one more chance. I promise I'll make it up to you", Pierre begged, with tears of his own streaming down his face.

You shook your head once more, tears still streaming down your face, but you couldn't forgive him for what he did. At least, not just yet.

"I'm sorry, Pierre. But I don't know if I can ever trust you again", you said sympathetically.

Pierre looked down at the floor. The regret evident in his blue eyes. He took a step closer to you and you took a step back, trying to maintain some distance between you and the Frenchman. A look of hurt crossed his face at your action, but you payed it no mind.

"So this is the end of us?" Pierre asked, defeated- knowing damn well there's no chance of reviving what could have been.

"Pierre", you started softly, "I don't think there was ever an us", you said hanging your head hopelessly.

"(Y/n)..."

"Pierre, just leave. Please", you pleaded.

You didn't think you could handle any more of this. So Pierre exited your apartment without so much as goodbye. The ache in your heart was very prominent. You already missed Pierre and he wasn't even properly gone yet. You had collapsed on the floor and decided to try and mend your heartbreak with the only way you knew - alcohol.

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You continued drinking your wine until the bottle was empty. You cried until there was no more tears left to cry. And you grieved the loss of your relationship until numbness was all you could feel. Never in your life did you think that you would act this way because of a boy - but oh how times have changed. Now were sat on your kitchen floor crying your eyes out over a certain Frenchman named, Pierre Gasly.