A Dream Coming True

Chapter 9

July 30th 2022

There I was. Budapest. I still didn't know if it was a good idea to come. I liked Pierre, like really liked him, but that was also the problem. I would end up hurting him, I knew I would.

pierregasly : I'm outside the airport. Text me when you're here.

Gosh, he was perfect. He didn't have to act, he really was. And it made it harder for me to stay away from him.

After that night in France, it felt so... right. It felt right to be held by him, to dance with him, to watch a sunset with him. Everything felt right with him. But whatever relationship we could have, it was impossible. I couldn't be with him.

Then why was my heart telling me the opposite ?

lilaprost : I'm here.

pierregasly : Look up angel.

This surname gave me butterflies. It might explain why I ran to him when I saw him. I jumped into his arms, almost making fall. I had to admit I missed him. A lot. My arms were tight around his neck, just like my legs around his waist. His smell felt so good in my nose.

"Lila, I can't breathe."

Maybe I was holding him too tightly, maybe. And maybe my cheeks started to flush.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm happy you came."

"You didn't actually leave me the choice."

"Don't you dare act like you're not existed. Isn't it your first Hungarian Grand Prix ?"

"Indeed it is."

I felt like a little girl by just thinking about the race tomorrow.

"Let me take you to the hotel first. It will be easier without your suitcase."

"Okay."

He put my suitcase in his car's trunk and we got in the car.

"So, what do we do today ?"

"Well, I have the FP3 and qualifications today but I booked something for the night."

"You know you don't have to do all of this ? I don't mind just watching you in your car."

"You didn't travel just to watch me race. I may have organized you something too for today."

"What is it ?"

"It wouldn't be a surprise anymore, would it ?"

I smacked him on the side of his head.

"You can't tell me things like that and not the whole thing ! Give me at least a clue !"

"No, because then you'll want to know the rest of it. Just be patient."

"You know I can't do that."

He prepared something for me. No, he prepared a whole weekend for me, for us. I felt butterflies in my stomach by just imaging what he did. The big smile on his face made me believe it was something that would make me happy.

We drove to the hotel where he put my suitcase in my room, which he didn't let me see, and we headed to the track. Once there, he out his arm around my shoulders and led me to the Formula 3 side.

"Pierre, why are we here ?"

It didn't seem good. His devilish smile wasn't reassuring at all. My body tensed, suddenly I didn't feel good.

"Pierre, you have two choices. Either way you tell me why we're here, or I'm out."

"Can't you trust me ?"