Racing for love

Chapter 11 ~ deleted

I woke up with a pounding headache. My surroundings were strange. I was in Charles' families rental. I remembered what had happened. But who was it that punched me ? Did they mean to ?

I heard sizzling from behind me and a smell filled my nose. I lifted my head up and looked over to the kitchen.

'Morning.' Arthur said looking over at me.

'How's Pierre ?' I asked not caring about anything else. I got up and walked over to the stools of the island. Where he was cooking.

'Um... Pierre took off, we think.' Why was he unsure ? I had so many questions.

'Who brought me in ?' I asked, I was so sick of these two boys.

'Despite how hurt he was. Charles wouldn't put you down or even leave your side.' That made me feel better, at least I knew he cared. Wait,

'He slept on the couch with you but he was sat down at the end and you were spread out with your legs over his.' He laughed, Arthur was such a great person and I loved him for it.

I noticed that my parents car was gone but Charles' was still here. I heard footsteps behind me.

It was Charles.

I was still mad, I didn't care if he brought me in, he still fought back, and he still kissed me.

He put his hand on my back.

'Don't touch me. Please.' I sharply hissed.

'Y/n-' he began.

I stood up, I couldn't deal with this right now. Who was I kidding ? I had to find Pierre.

'Goodbye Charles.' I grabbed my things quickly and ran out of the door. What was I going to do ?

I got in my car and drove back to the hotel just to go and lay on my bed in my room to decide what to do.

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After a while of questioning myself I finally managed to take my mind off of things for a moment. I wrote out my cards to ask Sergio this weekend.

My mind went back to my first interview. The one with Pierre.

A tear rolled down my face.

I sniffed and wiped my eyes. My nose hurt. I went over to blow it. I saw blood. Crap I was having a nose bleed. I held the tissue up to my nose for a short while before laying back on my bed. This must have been from the punch.

I heard a knock at the door.

By time but I went to answer it. I put the tissue down ignoring the blood still slowly streaming from my nose.

'Hi, what's-' I began. I saw his face. His beautiful face that was all bruised and cut.

'Y/n I'm sorry for the fight last night.' Pierre began. I didn't expect him to even want to speak to me again.

'Pi-' I was cut off by his voice again.

'Y/n your bleeding.' His voice sounded worried. He handed me a tissue from his pocket. Was I still mad at Pierre ?

I dabbed the blood occasionally. It soon slowed down by a lot.

'No I'm sorry about Charles, trust me if it was up to me I'd never kiss him. He just took the way I was speaking with him the wrong way.' I apologised. I didn't expect him to forgive me.
I wouldn't forgive myself.

'Y/n-' i cut him off.

'No look it was really wrong of me and I'm so sorry for not listening to you before because I love you and I just don't want to loose you
ye-' his lips pressed up against mine.