Formula 1 Imagines

10 > Pierre Gasly - Losing Control

resquested by leag42 👶🏻

A/N: Mention of panic attacks.

"Where is Pierre?" you asked as you sat down at your friends' table. "He texted me 10 minutes ago that he was on his way," answered one of your friends and you nodded, sitting at your seat at the table. You and Pierre were close friends since the beginning of elementary school. The cliché happened: as you became older, you developed feelings for Pierre and you were 85% sure that it was reciprocal. However, you never acted on your feelings and you never let him suggest that you liked him as well. The problem was that you were afraid of romantic relationships. You never had a boyfriend before and this concept of boyfriend/girlfriend was unknown to you and it scared you and if you would ever get involved romantically with Pierre, it would be a long distance relationship and you didn't know if you could handle it. Hell, you didn't even know if you could handle a normal relationship in the first place.

Everybody knew that Pierre had feelings for you and they suspected that you liked him as well, but no one was 100% sure since you weren't a person that showed or talked a lot about your emotions. Most of the time, you would keep them for yourself and your cat.

You were drinking your beer, catching up with your friends when someone screamed Pierre's name to get his attention. You immediately turned your attention towards the entry of the restaurant where Pierre stood, but he wasn't alone: a girl was at his arm.

It had been a while since you have seen Pierre, he was an F1 driver travelling all around the world and you were still a university student. Your schedule didn't often match, but you sure talked a lot and never did Pierre mentioned a girl to you. You guessed that he would have at least told you if he would have met a girl, but he never did. Maybe he didn't like you, after all, it was your brain that had imagined something or maybe he didn't have feelings for you anymore or maybe she was just a girl that Pierre had a fling with, but you knew Pierre, he wouldn't have brought a girl here if it wasn't serious. You didn't know if you felt hurt because he never told you about her or if it was because he had found someone else, but deep down, you knew why. You tried to not show any emotions on your face as you felt the eyes of your friends on you as if they were studying your reaction.

"What?" you decided to play the innocent as if you had no clue why they were looking at you like that. They all turned away from you and Pierre had finally joined the table. He greeted all of his friends one by one until it was eventually your turn. "Hi Pierre," you smiled as he kissed both your cheeks just like the French people do. "Hi (Y/N)," You felt his hands on your shoulder and you cursed yourself at the feeling that he triggered in your stomach. "This is my girlfriend Cate. Cate, this is (Y/N)," he said once he pulled away from you and it took everything to not take his arms to pull him close to you again. You hugged her, forcing yourself to smile. "Thank God I have another girl in this group," you even joked which made her laugh as the boys protested about how they weren't that bad. "Trust me, they are," you then added as the couple sat at their seats at the table.

The night went on and you still acted as your normal-self, as if you didn't care that Pierre's arm was around Cate's shoulder, as if the small kisses he would give her didn't make your heart hurt, as if seeing them together didn't affect to you at all, but it did.

You felt your walls shattering but it all broke down when you saw them having a moment together. They looked as if they were in their own world. Pierre was murmuring something in her ear before pecking Cate's lips a couple of times like he couldn't get enough of the taste of her lips. They were both smiling, both were looking in love with each other. You couldn't take it anymore and you needed to get out of here, refusing to have a mental breakdown in front of everyone. "Okay, I need to take a piss," you announced as you got up from your chair. "Too much beer (Y/L/N)?" teased your friend. "Fuck you man," you forced a laugh before walking towards the toilettes.