Spellbounded

Chapter three

I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring out of my phone. Rubbing my eyes, I rolled over and grabbed my phone, groaning at the early time I saw in the screen, the only down side to race weekends. I scrolled down my notifications, some being from colleagues updating me from the day before, some messages from friends, social media notifications, and a text from Aaron.

Aaron - I've actually trusted you to go there and you've completely mugged me off. Do you know how mortifying it is having them photos shared in the group chat - you're an embarrassment.

My heart dropped at the message, and I began to panic. Had someone taken a picture of me and Pierre outside of my room last night? Surely not, there wasn't anybody else in the corridor when that happened.

As quick as I could, my finger tapped on the Instagram symbol, to see if I could find what Aaron was going on about. After a few seconds of scrolling down my feed, I landed on some photos Charlotte had posted earlier this morning.

Charlottesiine

Reunited and it feels sooo good✨🕺🏻

The pictures attached made my mouth curve up into a grin. The first picture was on me and Charlotte stood in the hotel reception, arms around each other grinning at the camera. Charles had taken it the night before, forcing us to stand and actually get a serious photo for once, after telling us how beautiful we both looked. The man is a true definition of a gentleman. The next photo was of Charlotte and Charles, snuggled up on the bed together, Charles grinning down at Charlotte, and Charlotte grinning back up at him. My heart swelled at the photo that one of the boys must have snuck of them. I scrolled along one more to see a photo of me, Lando and Pierre on the sofa from last night, Lando looking as though he is explaining something, Pierre and I pulling a face, looking as though he was talking a load of shit. The next photo was of Pierre feeding me pasta in the restaurant, him with his head thrown back in laughter. Shit. This must be what Aaron is annoyed at. I kept scrolling, the last photo was me and Charlotte, in her hotel room, her spinning me around as we danced last night. I grinned at the photos and double tapped them.

I then exited the app and began typing a reply to Aaron.

Georgina - if you're talking about Charlotte's post, I don't know what you're getting so worked up about, you knew I was going out for dinner with them.

Almost instantly, I got a reply.

Aaron - it's not just the post Georgina, stop acting so oblivious, there's photos all over social media of you and Pierre all cosy.

My heart dropped. So there must be photos of us outside of my room.

I reopened Instagram and clicked on my notifications, seeing endless photos that I had been tagged in by F1 gossip pages. All being the same, or very similar.

The photos were all around the same time frame, of Pierre and in the restaurant last night. One of us both looking at each other smiling, one of us in fits of laughter with each other, one of him that looked like he was touching my chin, tipping it up to look at him. In reality, he was wiping some sauce off of my face. Great. And of course, one of him feeding me pasta. I'm really beginning to hate that carbonara now. Somehow in all of these photos, it made it look like Pierre and I were alone in the restaurant.

Along with the influx of pictures of Pierre, there were also some photos of Lando and I intermingled within. All of which taken of us walking out the the restaurant. One with us linking arms, and one of him ruffling my hair. Although, not many people were paying attention to these photos, mostly commenting on our friendship.

One post in particular caught my eye.

OfficialF1gossip

Is love in the air? Pierre Gasly seen getting close with Charlotte Sine's best friend, Georgina Armstrong. The Brit and Frenchman were spotted in a popular restaurant in Barcelona, getting up close and personal with one another. Reports have stated that the pair have always been close, but is their friendship turning into something more? Armstrong has been seen at previous races accompanied by her long term boyfriend, however neither have been spotted at any races this season prior to this weekend. Does this mean the English beauty has split from her lover and set her sights on Pierre? Let us know your thoughts in the comments below.

I rolled my eyes, and decided that talking things out with Aaron would be the better option, when compared to the misinterpretations texting could incur.

"What do you want" Aarons voice cut across the speaker, bluntly.
"It's not what it looks like Aaron" I said, letting out a deep breath, I didn't know I'd been holding.
"Oh you've finally checked your Instagram have you. Them gossip pages seem to think somethings going on, and if I'm honest they don't often get things wrong do they. Do you even realise how mortifying it was for me to wake up this morning being bombarded by the boys with screenshots of you cosying up to another man. You want to count your lucky stars Lando wasn't in more than three of them because I swear I would have took the next flight over to Spain and knocked him out." Aaron said, getting angrier after every sentence.
"Why are you bringing Lando into this?" I said, confused at the sudden mention of the boy.
"Well you stayed at his house, just you and him in Monaco, didn't you? How do I know what happened there? He could have been fucking you every night for all I know" Aaron said.
"Are you being for real? I don't do this with you and your girl friends Aaron, you've stayed at their houses after a night out before and I've said nothing. Why is it so different for me?" I said, getting a little bit annoyed myself.
"You don't get the pleasure of seeing it all over social media the next morning though do you" Aaron said.
"Exactly Aaron, you've seen everything that happened on social media, which is absolutely nothing. I went out for dinner with my friends, that is it. I have to trust you a lot more with your girl friends, knowing I won't get to see an inch of what is happening, and I don't care because I trust you. Why is it so different with me?" I ask, beginning to get upset.
"Because you're a slut who loves the attention that's why. You can't help yourself Georgina, you will do anything for attention off any man" Aaron snarled down the phone.
"Wow... I just.... Wow. I'll see you on Monday Aaron." I said, putting the phone down and slumping into my bed.

The tears came quick and heavy and before I knew it I'd been crying for hours, before falling into a sleep.