Formula One OS (English/Français 🏎🇬🇧🇫🇷)

🇬🇧Pierre Gasly - Why do you lie to me?

So... I try and post in english. If there is any mistake, let me know please! This chapter is inspired by the 2019 Mexican GP. Give me your opinion!

Cate was laying on her couch watching her phone. Could she call him? Wasn't he in meetings or interviews? What if he was already sleeping and she woke him up? He didn't need that. God, will she even be able to talk to him without being mad and shouting at him? With a sigh she pressed the button, bringing her phone near her ear.

"Mon ange?"

She smiled instantly at the nickname without wanting to.

"Love! Are you okay?"

"Hum yes, I'm leaving the track."

She closed her eyes and sighed, before explosing.

"Why do you lie to me Pierre?! Every single TV is saying you are ill and me, your girlfriend, doesn't even know!" She shouted. He whined, before he murmured.

"Sweetheart I'm sorry... I just didn't want you to worry. It was stupid to believe you won't learn it but, you know that I am stupid." He was stopped by a cough and she immediatly felt guilty.

"You are not. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have shout. I understand what you mean. How do you feel?"

"In need of sleep. And I have an headache. But it will be okay. I wish you were there. I always sleep better when you're in my arms."

"I sleep better too... Do you want me to buy a plane ticket ?"

"What? No! It's 16 hours return and you have school on monday! It's okay... You still come in Sao Paulo, right?"

"Yes! I saw with my school, I will be able to leave Wenesday and come on Thursday morning in Brazil."

"You're perfect. We are at the hotel, I have to leave you. Je t'aime mon ange."

"Je t'aime aussi. Take care of you. I will call you before the race. I love you. Sleep well."

She hang off with a sigh, worried for her boyfriend. When you don't feel good, you stay in your bed normally. But he had to drive a car at 300km/h. "Please protect him. I don't want him to crash. Whoever you are, protect him." She murmured for herself. She went to sleep in the cold empty bed, which seemed way to big without the French driver.

She was woken up by her phone's ring. She quickly saw the hour before answering : 3 a.m. Who called her at 3 in the morning ? She picked up her mobile and closed her eyes again.

"Yeah?"

"Chérie?" Her heart melt at his voice while a smile spreaded on her lips. "I'm sorry to call you, I hope you weren't sleeping."

"I was. At 3 a.m. when you aren't here I sleep. But it doesn't matter. Why do you call me? Are you okay?"

"I can't sleep. As soon I close my eyes, my mind starts racing, thinking again and again."

"Ne t'inquiète pas. Ça va aller. Je suis toujours fière de toi." She pronounced hesistantly. (Don't worry. It will be okay. I'm always proud of you.)

"You speak French ?" He asked with a smile audible in his voice.

"I try to learn but I would need a teacher." She laughed.

"Hum... Depends of the salary."

"What you want. I'm all yours. For the rest of my life. That's what we aggreed on before you leave, right?" She smiled, looking at the ring on her hand.

"Mine. For the rest of our life." He sighed happily. "I still fear to wake up from a dream, I can't realise you said yes."

"I did. And I would said it again without a doubt. Now sleep, mon love. Tomorow will be a tough day but in few days, we will be together."

"I love you. I love you so much."

"Me too. Me too. Sleep well."