Racing for love

Chapter 7 ~ party

A week later in Australia in the hotel room. A week before the race.

5:09am

Pierre's pov :

I woke up pretty early. Her arms drowning me with love. I couldn't sleep. Not after I've woken up. My hands slowly moved away from her body. I kissed her lightly on the cheek before removing myself from the duvet we both lay under.

I sat on the edge of the bed now. I picked my phone up and noticed the time. No one would be awake right now so if I went downstairs into the lobby I could just play on my phone or something. I couldn't do that in here because I'd hate to wake Y/n up. She needs the sleep.

I looked over at the mirror of her room. I had messy hair and was shirtless. I only had tracksuit bottoms on.

I quickly put on a hoodie of mine.

One of the four that Y/n has stollen in the past week. She looked better in them than I did so I let her. Plus she was too cute to say no to.

I left her hotel room with my phone in my hands. I headed down the hall, down the stairs and onto a couch in the hotels lobby.

I sat there on my phone. Watching a Netflix series I had been binge watching. I heard footsteps behind me.

'Hey mate,' I heard him say, sitting at the other end of the couch.

'What are you doing awake ?' I asked.

'You know me. Can't sleep unless I feel comfortable, or calm.'

'Yeah I know. I used to be the same.' I replied, he knew that already.

'What happened ?' He was going to laugh at my reply.

'Y/n, it's sounds stupid but... whenever she's near me I feel so calm and when she lays next to me I could sleep for hours.' His face dimmed.

I looked at him concerned. Something was off recently.

'I know the feeling.' He muttered under his breath.

'Hey Charles ?' I asked again catching his attention.

'Hey Pierre.' He repeated.

'How's Charlotte, if you don't mind me asking.'
I knew that they were going through a ruff patch. They did this constantly. It was tiring and boring, I hope me and Y/n never turn up like this.

'She's... we are not great. I don't see this going anywhere and I'm just not in the mood for her whining voice at the moment.' He admit. He knew he could tell me anything, and he did. He was my best friend.

Me and Charles sat talking for about an hour until it reached 6:20. We were going to stay but we heard footsteps.

'Hey P, hi Charles.' Her beautiful voice came from behind were we sat.

'Hey Y/n.' Charles stood up and leant on the back of the couch. Leaning over towards her. He kissed her cheek lightly and she did the same.

Suddenly a feeling of anger and jealousy rose inside of me. I wanted him to keep her hands off of her. I could tell that something was wrong, as soon as either of them stepped into a room with the other the tension between them flies through the roof.

'Morning Mon Chèri.' I changed the subject quickly and as soon as her eyes locked with mine I was immediately calmed down. She held my face and pulled our lips together.

She soon sat down at the seat at the end of the table.

'How comes your up ?' I asked.

'I noticed you were gone and I couldn't sleep without you. Plus I was hungry... Charles ?' Why did she say his name at the end ? What was going on with my best friend and my girlfriend ?