The lost sister [C. Leclerc & P. Gasly]

[31] 'Meeting parent gone wrong'

CHARLES POV:

Free practice ended and Louise went to visit her parents with Pierre. I just went to the hotel and Arthur stayed in my hotelroom and we had some fun. I tought Louise was only gonna stay for an hour and then we would have dinner together here. But she was still not here. I am starting to worry, but Arthur told me to not worry so much. 

'It's probably nothing' Arthur said

We went on playing for a bit until we heard a knock at the door. Pierre was standing by Louise side, while Louise held on to him. She held her hand against the side of her head.

'What happened?' I asked.

'Meeting parents gone wrong' Pierre said 

He walked in and put Louise on our bed. 

'You should let her rest, she knocked out for a little bit after she got hurt on her temple.' Pierre said

He walked away but Arthur and I saw the big bruise on his face. 

'Pierre, are you allright?' Arthur said pointing to the bruise on his face.

'Oh yeah I'm fine. I will just put some ice on it.' Pierre said

Then he closed the door.

Louise was now sleeping and I looked over to Arthur who also had a worried look on his face. 

'I should have been there' I said

'No Charles. It is her family so it's good that you let her do that with Pierre.' He said

'I need to see Pierre, will you please stay with Louise?' I said 

'Fine, but just because I want you two to stay together, otherwise I will lose my new best friend' Arthur said

'You know that we are not going to break up right?' I said

'I know, just because there is always something happening with you two' Arthur said

'Oh, well not anymore, atleast I think so' I said going to the door. I texted Pierre to meet downstairs at the bar. I really need a drink right now.

ARTHUR POV:

I stayed with Louise the whole time, but she didn't wake up. She was just peacefully sleeping, with a little cut and a huge bruise on her cheeck and temple. I don't know what happened, but it looks like someone slapped her. Like very hard.

After almost three hours Charles still wasn't back and I decided to look for them. I called them both, but they didn't answer their phones. Which is weird, because Pierre always answers his calls immediatly. I went down to the lobby and wanted to go back, until I saw two very drunk people sitting at the bar, who really looked like Charles and Pierre. Oh not again please.

I walked over to them and they were drunk as hell. They need to stop drinking their problems away, really. I could smell the alcohol from their heavy breathing. I hate them sometimes. 

'Guys come on, it's time to go back' I said trying to take them back to their rooms. I felt like our dad, when he used to get us from the playground when we were playing there with the other kids. I miss him.