WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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Chat with Pierre💕🎆: 

Pierre💕🎆: Where the hell is that lazy arse of yours?😉

You: That lazy arse of mine is standing right where I'm supposed to stand.💁‍♀️ Where is that stupid head of yours?

Pierre💕🎆: How the hell are you not where I am then?! I am where I'm supposed to stand!

You: I'm at the terminal

Pierre💕🎆: So am I...🤔

You: Which one...?🤷‍♀️

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It takes a while for Pierre to reply, so I just decide to go and look around to see if I can find the guy I can call my boyfriend. 

I haven't seen him since he left after the whole Dante mess, but that didn't stop us from getting closer. We have been texting a whole great deal and Skype-calling each other so we haven't had much time that we spend not communicating. 

Suddenly two strong arms wrap around my waist and I shriek and start to squirm to try and get out of the grip of the mysterious person behind me. 

"Wow, calm down you tigress." He laughs and I recognise his voice. I could at any moment. "You were right, I was at the wrong terminal." I chuckle and turn around to give Pierre a proper kiss. "It still feels so right." 

"It would be wrong if it didn't." I wink. "And I probably would have cried for hours on an end." He kisses the top of my head. 

"Lucky for you it still does." We smile at each other and stay like that for a little, just our arms around of each other. Suddenly Pierre's phone starts to ring. He takes it out of his pocket and swears under his breath. "Hey mate. Yeah... We're coming right now... See you in a bit... Bye!" 

"What was that about?"

"Brendon is waiting outside in the car, he's getting impatient." Pierre gets a boyish grin on his face. "We could..."

"No, poor Brendon, the guy is so sweet, you can't do it to him. Plus I like him!"

"Fine, let's go then." I roll my eyes at him, but nevertheless, hook my arm through his and we leave to make sure Brendon won't freak.