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I Hate You (pt. 2) - Pierre Gasly

A few nights later you find it impossible to fall asleep. Once you've tossed and turned a couple of times you eventually sit up with a huff and swing your legs out from under the covers. You slip some shoes on and throw your hair up into a messy bun figuring that taking a walk might do the trick, so you grab a key and your phone before silently slipping out of the room. When you step outside you breath in the salty air and look up hoping to see some stars, but too many lights block them out.

You start walking with no end destination in mind, wrapping your arms around yourself while taking in the surroundings that have transformed in the moonlight. When the beach comes into view, you automatically walk towards the sand, kicking off your shoes and picking them up before padding towards the water. Once you feel close enough you drop your shoes and sit down, the water touches your toes periodically, making you smile and tilt your head back to look at the now visible stars spread out across the sky. You don't hear the footsteps approaching so you jump when someone sits next to you. "Couldn't sleep?" you turn your head to see Pierre, his legs spread out in front of him as he leans back on his hands, "no, too many things on my mind" he nods and the two of you fall into a silence, your eyes going back to the stars, the only sounds are the waves lapping onto the sand.

"Y/N?" you hum softly, "I really am sorry, I don't know why I thought what I did would keep you around" you look over at the Frenchman, whose eyes are already on you, "I know, and I'm sorry for letting it go on for so long, it wasn't healthy" he sits up and turns to you with a smile. "Have you ever thought-" he begins but you cut him off, "yes, I've wondered what it would've been like if we stayed together" his hand finds yours on the sand, and his thumb brushes along your knuckles, the familiar gesture making you suck in a breath and look down at your intertwined hands. Pierre catches your chin before you can look down completely, tilting it back up to see your face, you bring your free hand up, slotting your fingers between his. "Pierre" is all that you murmur softly, he shifts to rest his forehead against yours while his hand cradles the side of your face, "oui chérie?" he asks, "promise me something" you reply, he nods while pulling away slightly, "help me put my heart back together". The Frenchman smiles while tugging you closer, "je promis mon amour" you smile and he easily brings you into a slow but meaningful kiss. Your hand cups his jaw as he winds an arm around your waist to move you onto his lap. You smile into the kiss letting out a little giggle making him pull away in confusion, "what are you laughing about?" you shrug, "after holding a grudge for so long, I never thought a beach in Spain would be where everything got resolved" he smiles and brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, "I've been waiting so long to fix my mistakes and I'll do everything I can to make it up to you" you place a hand on his t-shirt clad chest , "okay, I like the sound of that" he kisses you multiple times making you giggle.

Later you're standing in front of your hotel room door, Pierre by your side. "Is your number the same?" he asks making you smile up at him, "yeah, yours?" you reply, he nods and you pull him down for a kiss, his hand on your lower back to bring you flush to his body. He moves his lips to your neck, making it easier for you to tangle your fingers into his dark hair, "Pierre" you breath out trying to gather your thoughts, he hums but doesn't pull away, "I'm sharing the room with friends" you say making him finally pull away, his usually bright eyes now dark with lust. He rests his head in the crook of your neck and groans, "I hate that" he grumbles, "that's my line Mr Gasly" you reply making him chuckle and look up. "I'll text you when I get back" he says, "perfect" he kisses your lips one last time before stepping back to let you slip into your quiet hotel room, tiptoeing to the bed a smile remaining on your lips as you fall asleep way quicker than earlier.

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The first text you get from Pierre when you get back home is an invite to watch him race in Belgium. You hesitate knowing that you just got back to work after the vacation you took. After some thought and persuasion from your friends you agree to go, telling the Frenchman that you will still need to work whenever there is a free moment. He immediately communicates his understanding before sending you your plane ticket, not even letting you pay for the trip, which in the months of not being with him, made you forget about his generosity.

You feel the many eyes and cameras poised on you as you walk into the track by Pierre's side. His fingers laced with yours the whole walk to Alpha Tauri's motorhome. For once you don't care what people think, you only focus on the man you love and the happiness of finally being with him without any games that had previously torn you apart.