La Bruit De La Pluie || PG10

|15|I'll Be Back (I Probably Won't Be)|

I started off my day by logging out of all of my social media accounts to avoid the barrage of messages I was getting. To be fair, a lot of them were very nice and supportive.

I had decided to fly back to France and live with my parents at home for a bit. I had already called them the day before and they were more than happy for me to come back. 

They weren't overly happy with me when I told them I was moving to England. They didn't want their only child leaving them for another country, but I said it was for my career. They still weren't happy. 

I had kept in contact with them, but every time I went home to see them, they tried to convince me to go back. This time, I thought I might let them persuade me. It's not like I had much left back there anyway. 

I surely didn't have any good friends there. Antoinette always left me for Will, and that had resulted in a lot of dreadful situations. I hadn't responded to any of her messages and I left her on read.

When the plane landed in the nearest airport to my home town, I felt a warming sense of familiarity. The people around me were speaking my language and they all shared the same culture I did. 

My parents scooped me up in a hug and my mum peppered kisses all over my face. "Oh look at you! You are so stunning, my dear," she said in French because she doesn't speak any English.

It was so nice to see them, despite their lack of support for my living choices. They drove me back to my perfect house in my perfect village and I was so happy to be home. My room was the same as it had always been, blue walls and hundreds of pictures of me and my friends plastered everywhere. 

On the small desk in the corner, revision books were scattered about and it was really a testament to my unorganised studying.

I had spent a few days, talking to people in the village and relaxing. My parents had even taken me skiing and that unlocked a whole treasure-trove of memories. 

I was sat in my room, enjoying the peace, when there was a knock at my door. "Come in," I said, looking up to see my mum at the door. "Dear, you have a visitor," she said, opening the door more to reveal Antoinette.

"Thanks, mum," I smiled at her and she left. "Aren't you supposed to be with Will somewhere?" I snarkily asked. "Look, Leone, I shouldn't have left you by yourself,"

"No, you shouldn't have. When I needed you most, you were off fucking Will in some janitors closet. I had to go to Daniel, who was kind enough to drive me home. Then, people decided they wanted to make my life even more difficult," I ranted at her.

"I'm sorry,"

"'Sorry' doesn't cut it, I'm afraid," I huffed. I was just so annoyed with her. She thought she could just ditch me all the time and apologize like it wasn't a big deal. "I think you should go to Monza," she blurted out, looking down at her hands.

"You think I should, what?"

"I think you should go to Monza to see Pierre,"

"Are you out of your mind? Do you know how much that means to us?" I asked her, confused as to why she would suggest such a thing. "Do you miss him?" she asked.

I didn't want to tell her anything about the situation, I didn't want to tell her anything. "I'll ask you again, do you miss him?"

"Yeah, I do. A lot,"

"Do you want to get back with him?" I paused for a moment. Did I?

"I think?"

"Fine, do you want to give you two another chance,"

"Yes," 

"Then you're going to Monza,"

"And you're not coming with me," I told her. If I was going to do this, I didn't want to think about anyone else or deal with anyone else. This was just going to be between Pierre and I.  "Okay, that's fine." she said.

Antoinette looked slightly hurt, but I wasn't too bothered. Maybe I'd give her another chance after I had gotten back from Monza. 

Pierre
last seen: 1 hour ago

Hey, I was just wondering
if it was alright for me to
come to Monza next
weekend?

I need to talk to you

Yeah, of course it is.

Do you need me to get
you seats or paddock
passes or anything?

No, I think I should be

alright. Thank you,though

Well that was unexpected. Why the hell did she want to talk to me? And why was she wanting to do it in Monza? That GP meant a lot to us as a couple and it would also bring back some bittersweet memories.

I was nervous, to say the least. We hadn't spoken since I kissed her at Silverstone, but I couldn't blame her. 

I also hoped she wasn't angry at me. She had every reason to be, but I hoped she wasn't. I never wanted her to be angry with me. Ever.

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A/N: A much shorter chapter today! I'm posting earlier today since I'll be out tonight. Enjoy Eurovision if your watching! Hope you enjoyed <3