WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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When we arrive at the hotel both drivers are staying in we get my stuff out of the trunk and walk to Pierre's room. Seeing Brendon's is next doors, we say goodbye then and Pierre and I enter the room. I let myself fall onto the bed immediately and sigh contently. If I close my eyes right now, I would fall asleep within a matter of seconds. 

"Are you that tired?" Pierre jokingly asks and I nod, my head not leaving the bedsheets. "Come here." He lays down beside me and opens his arms for me to crawl into. I cuddle up to him as close as I can and rest my head upon his chest. "I love you too by the way." I look up to him with a frown on my face. "In the car, you said it would be like there wouldn't be anyone you love in France or Monaco, I assumed you were talking about me."

"Oh, that..." 

"You were talking about me right?!" He suddenly questions, making me stifle a laugh. 

"Don't worry, I was." I crawl a bit further onto the bed to be able to give him a proper kiss on his cheek. "I don't know anyone in Monaco besides you, so who else would I be talking about?" 

"You know Max and Daniel," Pierre argues. 

"I don't know them. I've met them, that is something else." He rolls his eyes, but his chest rumbles due to him laughing. 

"Fine then. You don't know anyone else." I smile as he gives me my right. "You are impossible." We lay there in silence, enjoying each other's company. "Would you really consider moving to France or Monaco?" Pierre then asks. 

"Yeah, I would. You have become very close to my heart Pierre. And living in Italy means spending less time with you than I would if I lived with you in either of those places. Besides, I think a restaurant like I want catches on better abroad, so that would be another reason." 

"If you are going to live with me that is going to make me so happy." It makes my heart leap. 

"So will it make me."