Tell Tale Heart [Pierre Gasly]

Chapter Fifty-Three

We didn't talk about it for the following days, pretending to each other and all his friends that everything was normal as we went out of our way to spend time with the wider group so we could talk to them and avoid addressing the words we had said to each other.

The confessions we had made in anger.

The only thing that changed but also didn't change was how much we were all over each other. It was the same as in December in Qatar but also very different because I could tell that back then it was a subconscious thing from him, the constant need for sex. I could almost put it down to just having missed me...but this...it was avoidance plain and simple. We'd have sex each night to avoid the silence and then fall asleep in each others arms so that we could pretend to ourselves that we weren't avoiding each other. Because how can two people that don't separate from one another, avoid one another?

Well, we quickly found out the day that his friends insisted they leave us to have a date night and we were left alone and the silence that I feared so much made itself entirely known.

"What do you want to do? I know a good bar around here? The music is live and usually pretty good?" He offers as we're walking around the room we're sharing, not one I could realistically call 'ours' but I guess that's what it was. I was just clipping a necklace on around my neck as I shrug at the suggestion.

Made sense...too loud to talk if there's music playing. I think to myself as I check over the silk sage green slip dress I've pulled on, not convinced by it but agreeing for the sake of argument, too tired to get ready all over again as I think about pulling on my ever trusty converse instead of the heels that were out.

"What was that?" Pierre asks with an edge to his voice and I cringe as my eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror and I realise that I had actually said it out loud and not in my head at all. He's dressed in his maroon button down and white shorts...no synergy between our outfits in the slightest as my eyes get caught on the cross. It wasn't a big thing, just representative of everything else right now.

"Nothing," I mumble, not wanting an argument. Despite everything, I wanted this date, I wanted this chance to spend time together. Maybe after a drink the awkwardness would finally fade.

"Not nothing, you can't just shut me out!" Pierre shouts going from 0-100 and making me flinch as I turn around slowly to watch him warily.

"It is nothing P...music and booze sounds like a great night," I tell him with a smile that I know is strained and given the way that his face doesn't soften in the slightest I know he isn't buying it either.

"You always do this," he says as walks away out of the bedroom and I can't stop myself from taking the bait as I follow him out.

"Always do what?" I ask him as I try to clip in the earrings, putting in more effort than I would like to for a simple date night but our few outings thus far showed that we were often approached and I didn't want to be caught slacking when he was looking so good. I pricked my ears unsuccessfully as I followed him into the upstairs hallway before he turns around to face me.

"Not talking to me!"

"That's a joke right? You've been avoiding me for days!" I retort quickly with a confused frown, hands dropping after being successful with the earrings, a quick check in the mirror left me happy with the loose waves and light makeup. I wasn't at his level of anger but getting there. As soon as the confusion is gone I know I will get angry fast but I didn't want that. I didn't want the argument. My dad always would say it was from my mum. My grandfather said it was because I was French at heart and in the way that I felt. Love hard, hate even harder.

"You're not telling the truth right now," he points out as he spins around on his heel and I realise that this debate isn't going anywhere. That he won't let it and I have a bad feeling immediately come into my chest as I watch him walk down the stairs before following him.