Formula One • One Shots & Preferences • DISCONTINUED

➢ How You Two Meet (pt 2)

second and final part (unless you want me to do any different drivers)

similarly to the last part, if you want to develop one of these further, let me know by leaving a comment and send a dm my way. credit must be given if you do use any of them

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Pierre Gasly

It had become a sort of tradition in your family to spend the first week of January in the cold, snowy mountains of France. Ever since you were little, your family would, without fail, pack up their snow gear and fly out on the first plane after the new year's fireworks display for a full week. You loved these holidays for many reasons: it was a chance to bond with your loved ones; you were able to partake in the winter sports; the locals were incredibly kind. 

You had gotten quite good at both skiing and snowboarding over the many years you had been coming to the mountains. Your holiday to mark the start of the new decade, 2020, was drawing to a close so you were getting as much snow time as you could fit in. On the snowy slopes, you preferred to ride solo so that you didn't have to worry about waiting up for anyone - you liked the speed.

It was the Tuesday before your flight and you got up bright and early to get the best run on the slopes. With your gear on and snowboard underarm, you headed out to fill your day. The bitter wind burned your cheeks red but you didn't care for it. You had gotten used to the sensation by now. It was surprisingly busy so you had to share the two-person chair lift with a stranger. Not many people would strike up a conversation during the five-ten minute journey, however this man did.

"Tu as l'air détendu," the man commented as the ascent began. You weren't the best at French so just flashed him a smile as you adjusted the goggles protecting your eyes. "Ah, English?"

"Oui," you replied, earning a small laugh from the man. "Sorry, you'd have thought I'd pick up the language a little better since I've been coming here for almost twenty years now."

"It's lucky I speak English then, no?" Just as he finished his sentence, the chair lift came to a grinding halt. You couldn't help but groan in frustration, not wanting to spend your last full day stuck mid-air. Incidents like this can last for two minutes, to upwards of an hour. 

"Looks like we might be here for a while," you said with a sigh, trying to turn around to see how much distance you had made from the base of the mountain. When the chair moved, the man placed a hand on your arm.

"Don't move." He looked very serious and you guessed that he wasn't the keenest when it came to heights. A part of you was tempted to continue shaking the chair, however you didn't know this man enough to tease him.

"I guess if we're going to be stuck here, we might as well talk," you suggested, hoping that it would take his mind off of things. The last thing you would need is for him to either faint, vomit, or cry. Luckily the man nodded his head, moving so that both of his hands gripped the chair tightly. "Okay, how about we start with names and a fact? I'm (y/full/n) and I'm currently working towards becoming a (y/dream/job). How about you?"

"Uh, I'm Pierre Gasly, and I, uh, I'm a formula one driver." His voice was shaky as he spoke and you suspected it was from the nerves.

"I thought F1 drivers were fearless?" You questioned. "Hey! Don't look down." No wonder he was frozen with fear - he kept looking down the giant drop to the mountainside below. You gave him a warning look however doubted he could see your eyes through the visor of your goggles. "Look at me," you instructed, lifting you goggles so he could look into your eyes. He copied what you told him and you immediately notice his shoulders slacken. He also pushed his goggles up onto his hat, revealing his stunning grey eyes.