Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

🏎️Pierre Gasly - First Win Part 2

Pierre and Y/n sat in his living room with Charles and Charlotte watching a French movie. She didn't exactly understand it but he helped by translating. She didnt even bother watching the bloody film anymore, instead she listened to his silky voice translating. It was like a trance she fell into whenever he spoke, truly magical. Y/n caught Charlotte watching over them a couple of times but quickly darting her eyes back to the film. She and Charles were cuddled up on the other side of the sofa while Pierre and Y/n were tangled in each other as she melted with every word he translated and whispered into my ear. She looked over to Charlotte with a side eye and see a phone in her hand, presumably recording. That's when Y/n was fully aware of Pierre's touch. His hand was on her hip whole his other rested on the arm of the sofa. Her own hand rested on his chest, raising with every breath. The pair both knew they liked each other she just wondered when they would actually go about asking each other about taking this further like they both wanted and discussed that night.

Y/n's phone vibrated with a notification that she had been tagged in a story.....Charlotte's story. She opens it and has a look at the little recording with "Amour❤️" typed on it. Pierre looked down and smirked. "We look cute don't we?" he whispered making a shiver run down the girl's spine. "We do." He returns his attention back to the film while she just stares at the phone screen with nothing but her and Pierre looking in love. Charlotte let out a chuckle making Y/n snap her head towards her. Charlotte had her head buried in Charles' chest to prevent her laughter from growing any louder. "I'll be back in a minute." Y/n says climbing off Pierre. I felt a hand on my wrist. "Where are you going?" Pierre asked. "Kitchen. Do you want anything back?" He shook his head. "Only you." A smile plasters over my face and a blush creeps up onto my cheeks.

She walked to the kitchen and just sat on the counter. For some reason, Charlotte followed her. "It won't be long now." She smirked pouring herself a glass of water. Y/n give her a puzzled look not knowing what she was talking about. "What?" Charlotte chuckles lightly. "You and Pierre. I say you two are going to finally confess soon enough." She took a sip of water. "We confessed after the first date." Y/n reply. "When you spent the night together." Charlotte said quite suggestively. "You know that's not what happened Charlotte and how are we supposed to do anything when you insist on always coming around with Charles?" She looks at the flustered girl before her with a grin forming. "Okay then." She walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Charles! We need to go. Something came up." Charles and Pierre stand up and walk to the front door with Charlotte and Y/n. Charles and Pierre were deep in conversation so Y/n continued talking to Charlotte. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she whisper shouted. "I'm letting you and Pierre do something. Since Charles and I aren't here anymore you can do whatever you like. I just know for a fact that you won't do anything and we might as well have stayed."

They bid their goodbyes and drive off leaving Y/n and Pierre in his house alone. "Do you want to watch this film?" he asked as we sat down. "Yeah. It's cute." He nods and places his arm around her shoulder. "You know, I used to watch this film with my family. My parents would be up on the couch like how we are right now and I'd be lying or sitting on the floor with my brothers watching it. They would be saying it was disgusting and for a while I was the same but then I grew up a bit and didn't mnd it as much." She let out a content sigh as she couldn't help but feel that this was just...right. That's the only way she could explain it.

"Is everything alright?" he asked. Y/n debated whether or not to let Pierre know she was ready for them to become official and just went for it. What could she possibly lose? "I think I'm ready. For us." She said catching Pierre off guard. "Oh. Well that might be a problem now." Y/n have him a confused look before moving off him. "I'm talking with my ex right now." Her jaw dropped as she stood up and grabbed her keys from the table, walking out of the front door. She opened her car and climbed inside but Pierre was quick in pursuit and went in after her. "Y/n-" he tried speaking but was cut off by the booming voice of the once quiet Y/n. "Get out of my car!" she yelled. "No! If you are going anywhere, you're going to have to drive with me in the-" He was caught off guard by her driving down his avenue. He did not expect her to actually drive away, he hadn't even locked the door to his house yet. "Can we talk?"

"Okay Pierre, let's talk. When were you going to tell me?!" He became a stuttering mess. "Because you were cuddling up with me on the couch this evening and now you decide to drop the news that you have been talking with your ex?" He gulps. He felt like a child being told off. He hears sniffles coming from the girl beside him. "I know I'm in the wrong-" "Wrong?! You are beyond wrong right now Pierre Gasly, I wasted so much time going to your races, going to your house, going everywhere with you and spending time with you. When you crashed out a week after Monza, where was your ex in all of this? Was she with you, making sure you didn't do anything stupid? No! She was at home while I sat beside you! She didn't even text you to make sure you were alright! I could have walked out and watched the race but no! I waited with you! I could be with my friend who is having her fucking baby but no! I'm here with a liar! I'm here with someone who didn't even have the pride or respect to tell me he was texting another girl while seeing me! I loved you Pierre, I still fucking do and you couldn't have at least told me so I wouldn't have at least wasted my time and energy?!" That was like a weight pulled off her chest. Pierre just stared blankly at her. He didn't know how to respond. "Say something!"

"I-I don't know what to say." He replied. The silence grew more and more tense until Y/n broke the silence. "She's going to use you again you know. Just in case you are planning on dating her again." He turned around. "Think about it! She broke up with you when you were dropped from Red Bull then got back with you after your podium in Brazil. Then she leaves you after quarantine, saying she didn't love you anymore and now you are a race winner, she wants you back. Do you not think?" Pierre scoffed. "How do I know you aren't going to use me either?" She pulled into the side of the road and jammed on the brakes. "I mean it this time Pierre, get out-of my car! I won't have someone sit in my car and tell me who I am. Do you not get it? I genuinely care about you but you may as well be blind!" Pierre stiffens. He knew he was wrong but he was too far gone to admit it. "Yeah, yeah."

"Get out of my car you dick head!" He was far too scared, well not scared. He just didn't want to make the situation worse, so he got out. "I hope she is what you are looking for." and with that she drove away. Pierre watched on with sad eyes, he just watched the one woman who saw him for who he was leave his life just as quick as she came into it.

A/N: I don't know if I should carry this on or leave it as it is idk. Its kinda up to you guys. My proof reader isn't happy with that ending at all (she loves Pierre) I have an idea on how to continue it so this is actually up to you guys. By the way, the ex isn't Cate, I love Cate far too much to make her out in a bad way so we are going to pretend it's some other girl that is just really unlikeable okay? Okay