Casseè girl

Chapter 15 ~ Monza

Suddenly I woke up with a jump. I sat up in my sheets and saw the way my messy bun was messier than I had ever expected it to be in the mirror opposite to my Queen sized bed.

I climbed out of bed and adjusted the elastic around my stretchy pyjama bottoms.

I stepped through my new hotel room and over to the door. I grabbed the handle with my hand which was hidden inside of the baggy black sweater I had slept in.

When I opened it I jumped into Chloe's arms faster than Arthur had hung up the phone when he thought I was with Charles.

'Hi.' I squealed excitedly into her ear.

'You look so horrible.' She joked as she let go of me.

I let her into my room and we both laid down on the bed, beside each other.

'Let me see the ring.' I begged childishly.

She took her hand out of her pocket and showed me the shiniest diamond ring ever.

'Oh I want one.' I complained.

'You'll find the right guy.' She stroked my hair.

'Yeah, right.' I replied under my breath.

Chloe was from Canada but when she was a late teenager she came on a trip around Europe and I met her in Cambridge one day.

Her younger brother was called Lance Stroll and he drove for her fathers formula one team.

She was also soon getting married to Scotty James, who is an Olympian snowboarder from Australia. Only the other day when I was looking on Daniel's Instagram I realised that Daniel Ricciardo and Scotty are best friends. That's why Daniel was the one who told me about the wedding.

'Okay so.' Chloe began, catching my attention again with two words. 'My bridesmaids aka you and Heidi, can bring plus ones.' She told me.

'Oh nice so I could bring who ever I want.' I made sure I had understood her properly.

'Preferably a partner or someone you are really close with but yeah.' She confirmed.

'Got anyone in mind ?' She asked.

'I'm not sure.'

. . .

After Chloe had left I sat down on my bed to think about who I would bring.

Who could I bring ?

How would I get his trust back ?

What could I get Arthur to say that I am so sorry and I'd love for him to join me at one of my best friends weddings.

An idea popped into my head, but it was a long shot and if it didn't work than I'd look stupid.

I got a notification on my phone.

Charles 🥂🍾

C: hey x
C: are you coming to Chloe and Scotty's wedding ?
C: most of the drivers have been invited

What am I going to do about Charles ? I've had a great few days with him and I enjoyed every second of it.

But he wasn't Arthur.

He didn't compare to him, his hair, his cuddles, his soft lips against my head.

I didn't deserve Arthur, he was too good for me, I treated him so badly.

But then again, it was all fake. Does he want to continue what we had started ?

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Ignoring all of my nervous thoughts I jumped up and put an outfit together.

I grabbed my keys and my phone before rushing out the door of my hotel room.

Then it hit me all of a sudden. Where is Arthur staying ?

I checked his Snapchat location which he still had on for me, he was in the same hotel as me.

Staying in Hotel De La Ville.

I headed to the front desk.

'Excuse me.' I began.

'Hello Madame.' The lady replied.

'I have something to give to one of the people staying here. Would you be able to tell me which room he is located in ?' What was I saying ?

'Of course, may I take a name ?' She asked.

'Arthur Leclerc.' I told her.

She began typing on her keyboard before looking up at me and saying, 'second floor, room 79 on the left.'

Before she could finish her sentence I ran up the large stairs of the hotel.

'Thank you !' I yelled as I reached the top.

I slowed down my pace and tried to calm down my breathing pattern. I was so nervous.

I finally reached the door.

Slowly I raised my clenched fist, I knocked on the door slowly and quietly.

I held my hands out normally and realised that I was shaking.

'No, not right now.' I complained to myself.

The best thing to do during a panic attack is to try to carry on or to find someone who could help calm down your thoughts.

I knocked on the door louder.

Arthur's POV :

There was a noise coming from my door, I put my phone down on my bedside table and stood up.

I walked over to my hotel rooms door.

Without looking through the peep hole I opened it.

When I saw her standing there in her sweatshirt and jogging bottoms, I had to remind myself why I hadn't talked to her for so long.

But, when I focused more on her I noticed a few things.

The way her hands were red from the way she was gripping onto her baggy sleeves, how her fingers were shaking in the process, how she only looked down at the floor and after a minute. How her eyes were slowly filling with tears.

'I'm so sorry that you thought Charles and I were a thing. I'd never do that to you.' She sniffed.

'Why did you go out with him.' I kept a set mind.

'Because I was scared of losing you.'

Finally she looked up at me, she looked me dead in the eye and I could see the pain through her tears.

'You'll never loose me Mon Chèri.'

Without another thought I stepped closer to her and wrapped my arms around her.

Her head rested against my chest with my hand combing through her soft hair.
My other hand, tracing back and forth along her back.

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Thank you to all of the support I hope you enjoyed this chapter because a few of you commented that you wanted Arthur back ~ y/a