Formula 1 One Shots

Pierre Gasly - Argument

Brief note - This is my first story, so I'm not sure how good it is. If you have any ideas or recommendations please let me know and I'll try my best to make that story, etc :). I want to make more stories, so please help out xx.
Plus I'll use Y/n once in this story.

Y/n and Pierre were lounging in their shared log cabin in Italy for the weekend, as the next GP is at Monza. It was their first night being there. They laid in bed, Pierre scrolling on his phone whilst you cuddled him, laying your head on his chest, begging for him to show some form of affection back, even if it was a arm wrapped around you or a kiss on your head.

"Wait, babe... I'm busy." Pierre groaned, not taking his eyes off the screen, seeming to be annoyed. I pouted "Why, what is so important?"

Pierre didn't even bother looking at you as he replied. "My mates are arguing whether or not Ronaldo is the goat, and who's the greatest footballer at the moment."

"And? How is that important?" I scoffed out, slightly annoyed as I wanted to spend time with him. I don't understand how men go crazy over football.

"The argument is getting intense. If I don't reply they're going to get mad, but if I join them you'll get mad. You're gonna want me to show you attention anyways, which I can do later. Plus this isn't going to take long"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't like football and you know that, so I can't join or talk about that with you. Plus, that discussion isn't that important anyways."

Pierre was getting angry now as he replied. "I don't care if you hate football, you should support me and my friends. This discussion is important. If I just drop out of it now, they'll think I'm picking you as a priority over them."

"And?" I scoffed, my irritation growing.

Pierre paused for a moment. He didn't like the attitude you were giving recently and it really showed lately. He wanted to say something, but he refrained from saying it at that moment. So he said something dumb instead.
"If you think I should prioritize you over my friends then you're mistaken." he said heated. Obviously he doesn't think like that and he really loves you, but he spent most of his time with you, and recently his friends were complaining that he was seeming distant. That clouded his thoughts, which made him snap at you.

You stared at him in shock, you knew that he dropped a lot of things and plans on his break to hang out with you instead of his friends, but to see him snap at you was surprising. "Fine..." you said angrily getting up and going into the living room, turning the TV on to see Top Gear playing. You were quite upset by what he said, deep down you knew he didn't mean it, but it still hurt.

Pierre was slightly fuming. He was angry at himself for saying that, but also at you, as it wasn't like he didn't spend time with you. Plus he wasn't going to spend too long on the debate of footballers with his friends.
He quickly finished the conversation with his friends and got up.

You heard the bedroom door open, which you slammed shut, and felt the seat on the sofa next to you weigh down. Pierre sat close next to you, but with a slight distance, making no effort to cuddle you. You ignored him, still really upset and annoyed.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "None of your business." I snapped at him. Pierre didn't seem pleased, he tried to ignored it, but grew irritated by that response.

"Is that Season 15, episode 1? Where Jeremy Clarkson rolled in the Robin car." Pierre said, trying to break the ice, and as soon as he said that, that specific clip played. He chuckled to himself proud as he got it right. I had a slight smile on my face that he knew the episode well, but quickly hid it.
Pierre noticed this and gave you a smirk. "Don't try to hide the smile babe, I saw that." I just rolled my eyes at him, as he's acting like nothing happened.

"Go away." I mumbled, still angry. "I don't feel like it." Pierre rolled his eyes and changed the channel to a football match, probably trying to influence me. I just scoffed loudly and turned away to show my annoyance.

"How long are you going to stay mad at something trivial mon chérie?" Pierre said trying to sweet talk me. I wasn't in the mood so I just got up and went to the bed, going on my phone.

After a while Pierre gave in first. His anger was too much, but after staring at the match and missing you and your smile, he knew he had to stop being so stubborn. He got up after turning the TV off and sneaked into the bedroom, slipping into the bed and grabbing you by your waist, pulling you back into him so he could wrap his arms around you. He didn't say anything, just holding you and trying to make things right.

I didn't do much, turning my phone off and putting it aside, curious to see what he'll do. Pierre hated the silence and the conflict. He knew he had to break the silence first. He turned you around, gently pulling your chin up with his hand to make you look at him.

"Can we cut the crap? We're arguing over nothing." Pierre said, one arm wrapped around my waist while the other gripped my chin. I rolled my eyes, "It was you who started the argument."

Pierre let out a groan in frustration, he just wanted this argument to end. "I don't care who's fault it was. I don't wanna keep arguing with you. So can we just let it all go and cuddle in bed instead?"

I scoffed. "You know, I was going to let it slide but no, you wanted to prioritise your friends. So cuddle Max, Daniel, or whoever else was apart of the discussion." I scoffed, my irritation growing.

Pierre's patience has grown thin now, his annoyance through the roof. He quickly changed position now, pinning your arms by the side of your head, hovering on top of you. "If you keep this up, I'll fuck that attitude right out of you." He snapped, as he knew this would shut you up, and de-escalate the argument. "Plus, why would I cuddle them, when I have you?" he smirked down at me.

You just looked up at him shocked. A blush creeping up on your face, turning you a light shade of red. "W-what?" you stammered out, unsure if he was actually serious or joking. You weren't against the idea anyways, as you felt like that frustration being transferred through a different form would feel great and satisfying.

"What? Do you think I'm joking?" he muttered out, his face now pressed against the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on it.

I hope you enjoyed my story. Ik it's short, but idk what to waffle about tbh, and I might make longer stories in the future, but I'm starting on shorter one shots. My first long one might be about Max Verstappen, but give me suggestions anyways (on drivers and topics).
Plus I did Pierre Gasly as I haven't really seen a lot of stories about him, and I like him so I made this.

I'm in exam season and I have to focus on revising, yet here I am, too focused on F1 and making ffs now... :")

Vote, comment and share please. I'd appreciate it and thanks for reading my story. I hope you liked it.

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