F1 one shots

Hurt ~ pierre gasly ⛓️

You work as a photographer for alpine f1 team but behind the scenes you and Pierre have slowly been getting closer and closer even crossing the boundary of friendship once or twice but when you show up to work with sun glasses and a alpine cap Pierre gets suspicious

Warnings: domestic violence, assault/abuse stalking

Word count :1162
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I thought I had finally escaped from my ex boyfriend Jordan when I moved to become a travelling photographer and didn't have to see him but now that we're back in England for the silverstone race and I've been back in my own house he's been appearing and taunting me constantly last night even going as far as to jump me when I got out my car I wish I could go somewhere else but all my family and friends have either moved somewhere more tropical or are currently visiting for the summer and besides even if they were home I doubt I'd bother them with all this

I called the police last night but when they arrived Jordan was long gone and there was nothing they could truly do in that moment but make me feel safe. When I woke up this morning my head was bouncing and I had a huge black eye spreading to my temple and a small cut on my eyebrow, my arms and legs are bruised and scratched up i definitely need to find a way to cover all of this up

I throw on a long sleeved top, my alpine cap and sunnies hopefully this works it is super hot today so no one should judge my sunglasses as long as I try to stay outside the entire time

I get to the paddock joining my team and immediately snapping a few pics of the mechanics working on ocons car apparently there was some hydraulics issue so the team principal wanted photos to post later on explaining the issue it's quali day so hopefully the problem doesn't effect Esteban's performance too badly and he can get a good grid spot for tomorrows race
Speaking of Esteban I see him and his teammate Pierre currently making their way into the garage which makes me immediately want to leave

I love the alpine drivers...one more than the other, me and Pierre have been good friends for over a year now and we talk about everything- except Jordan no one but my family knows about him and I'd like to keep it that way especially since he's taken a more violent approach as of late. I just know that if I talk to Pierre right now he'll know something is off and so I am going to do whatever it takes to avoid that man until the end of this race weekend

I've successfully managed to avoid Pierre all day and I've managed to wade off any questions on my questionable look by dismissing it as glares or this unpredictable British weather no one has noticed a thing now all I have to do is get through tomorrow and everything will be-
"Hey Y/n wait up" I hear holler behind me in that sweet, seductive French accent. SHIT I was so close why did I have to go and jinx myself

"Pierre hey congrats on p9 start I'm sure you'll make some places with that you know I'd love to chat but I gotta-"
"Why are you avoiding me?" His eyes are wide and sad he looks as if he is analysing every part of my soul with the way he looks into my eyes even if they are covered by those obnoxious sunglasses
"I-I'm not avoiding you I've been busy" I lie but deep down I know that he doesn't believe me for a second the only chance I have of not having him find out my secret is if I leave right now
"Come to dinner with me I've missed you and please take off those stupid glasses your eyes are too beautiful to be covered" he breaks into a grin and takes a step forward hoping to remove them but just as he steps forward I take to leaps back making his eyes scrunch in confusion
"Y/n what's going on?" He sounds scared and hurt I hate that I'm doing that too him, I hate that Jordan is making me do that to him even now that man ruins my life every single day
"Nothing is wrong Pierre I just have to go I'm sorry" I turn and try to walk about but he jumps forward and grabs my arm I wince in pain but just before I can protest I feel my hat getting threw off my head and my glasses snatched from my face him exposed my horrors are on display and I can tell by the disgusted look on his face that it is so much worse than I thought
"What happened" he asked sternly still holding tightly onto my hand
"Nothing-"
"WHAT HAPPENED"
"Don't shout at me" I scream yanking my hand from his grip with yet another tinge of pain that didn't go unnoticed he lifted his hands in surrender and allowed his face to soften
"I'm sorry. Y/n please...please mon amore explain to me what happened to you please I am here please" he begged his eyes welling with tear just like my own I tear my eyes from his to reach down and grab my disguise and returning it to the spots on my head then I look to him once more
"Not here"

He follows closely behind me towards my car where I sit and explain to him all about my rocky relationship with Jordan, about how he is tormenting me and torturing me everyday about how he harasses me and my family all year round but that the other night he took it even further
Pierre reaches across the console putting a soft hand on my thigh and stroking small comforting circles
"You could have told me, I would've protected you. I will always protect you y/n, I know we're not exactly official but I always thought one day we might be because y/n I love you and I fall more in love with you every day and when I thought you were avoiding me today it killed me I didn't know what I had done. But it showed me that I cannot live in a world where I don't have you by my side. So please come with me for dinner tonight and know that I am never going to let that man hurt you or your family ever again" he said which made my heart do backflips in my chest secretly I had always wished to be his as well and now we might finally have a chance and to think all it took was a beating off of Jordan maybe he is good for something.

"Yes Pierre I would love to go to dinner with you"