La Bruit De La Pluie || PG10

|8|I Don't Know What You've Done, But It's Brilliant|

To watch the race today, I was sat in the pit box with the team. My eyes were glued to the screen, not able to look away as the five red lights went out and the 20 drivers pulled away from their grid positions. Pierre was starting in 10, so he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to push up the positions.

We had gotten by 24 laps of normal racing, when Charles had a pretty bad crash. I don't quite know what happened, but I'm pretty sure his breaks failed. He skidded off the Parabolica corner, straight through the gravel and into the tyre wall.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. The whole garage stopped for a moment, but we were quickly assured that he was fine. The crash was enough for a red flag, though. Everyone lined back up on the grid, ready for another start to the race.

After a few laps, Lewis had gone in for a pit stop, allowing Pierre to slip in front of him. It stayed like that for a while as Carlos over took Kimi and tried to battle Pierre for the P1. His valiant efforts weren't quite enough.

The chequered flag waved as Pierre crossed the line first. He had just won at Monza. For the first time. Everyone in the garage cheered and hugged each other as I jumped up and down squealing.

I ran out to the parc ferme and waited for him to pull the car into the number 1 position. All of the engineers and team were stood behind the barrier with me as he hopped out of the car. They all embraced them in a group hug as they patted him on the back and cheered with him.

Pierre took his helmet off and passed to one of the team. His eyes darted around for a second, before he spotted me at the edge of the barrier. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me over the barrier, not putting me down yet.

"I'm so proud of you," I told him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he held me up.

"I love you so much," he whispered, before kissing me as the cameras flashed for the whole world to see. "I love you too," I said back, planting my feet back down on the ground. The amount of pride I felt for him was unbelievable.

It was like this swelling in my chest and the smile he had on his face made me so happy for him. He had worked so hard for this, and for it to pay off with his first championship win was a testament to those years.

I saw a few tears welling up in his eyes. At the sight of this, I felt tears pricking the backs of my eyes. "You're brilliant, Pierre. Absolutely brilliant. You have no idea how proud of you I am,"

"I couldn't have done it without you," he said, allowing a few of the tears to fall onto his cheeks. Our celebration was cut short by him having to go to the cool down room before heading to the podium for his well-deserved trophy. "I'll see you later," he kissed me goodbye as he helped me get back over the barriers.

"I'll see you later, my love," I said, walking off through the crowd to get a good view of the podium. As Pierre started to walk out, Carlos and Lance behind him, someone came up beside me. I turned my head to see Charles there, still looking out of puff.

"Are you alright? That was a pretty big crash out there," I asked him, pulling him into a hug. I still wasn't able to tear my eyes away from Pierre, though. "I'm fine. Slightly annoyed, but fine. He raced great out there. I'm sure you're proud of him,"

"Oh I am," I beamed, clapping and looking back at Pierre. He was holding his trophy in the air, his champagne waiting to be opened. Pierre placed his trophy back down, then picked up the bottle of sparkling liquid. He shook it a few times, before popping the cork and spraying it at Carlos.

Charles was also smiling and clapping next to me, "He deserves this, he really does," he said.

"He really does, doesn't he?" I confirmed, looking at Charles for a split second while we were both beaming at Pierre's win. I had never felt this amount of pride before, and it was so nice to be celebrating with Pierre's best friend beside me.