This is a Y/N and Pierre Gasly love story. Pierre Gasly is a famous Formula 1 driver and you are an ordinary girl with a collection of mementos put into a scrapbook. After meeting at a bar one night, this story follows you falling in love and finall...
How the hell did he find me? I didn't give him my address did I? Wait.
I rubbed my eyes.
That's not the guy from the bar. I guess my first instinct of him was clouded by my desperateness.
"Can I help you?" I asked sceptically.
"I'm Jay. Jay Anderson" He said handing me a rose. He was definitely not the guys from the bar.
" um. I still don't really know what you are doing here." I tried to close the door on him.
He stopped it and forced his way inside.
"I've been sitting outside the building watching you for days Y/n. I'm in love with you" he starts to walk closer to me.
I slowly back away and subtly grab my keys. I hold them in a fist with the sharpest one poking through my knuckles. This guy is really freaking me out.
"Is there a problem here?" A familiar French voice came from behind Jay. The actual guy from the bar was leaning against my door frame.
What happened next was too fast to process.
I saw a swing, and heard a noise like a fist colliding with a face. Then Jay ran away crying.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine, but how the hell did u find out where I live?" I'm really starting to get scared.
He laughs. "Oh don't worry I'm not a stalker I swear. I'm actually staying with my family across the street and I recognized your friend coming out of your building, so I thought I'd pop in and say hello."
Ok. So this incredibly attractive guy creepily comes to my apartment and saves my life. Seems legit.
The one thing that bothered me was what I was wearing. My hair was messy, my pyjamas had cats all over them, and I looked like something out of a Walking Dead movie.
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It was definitely not the look I would go for in a "second time I'm seeing someone who is extremely hot" scenario.
"Ok... well hello." I said to him. And then I remembered that I don't even know his name.
"I'm Y/n." I say confidently, signalling for him to tell me his name.
"Before you know my name, you have to agree to go out with me tonight."
Without thinking, I said "Ok sure." Becoming increasingly more intrigued.
