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Heart-to-heart - Pierre Gasly

You didn't know Pierre personally, you just knew what your mutual friends told you leading up to the Grand Prix you were invited to attend through work. When you first step onto the grounds of the event on race day you were not prepared for the craziness that surrounded the sport. You get sucked in almost immediately when the first engine is revved and the cars drive out of the pits to line up on the grid. Maybe the love your sibling had for the sport was finally rubbing off on you after all of these years of trying to switch your allegiance from hockey to racing. The thought makes you laugh as you find your seat to watch the race.

You focus in on the Alpha Tauri car with a 10 on its nose, watching Pierre climb into it, reminding you of all the good things your mutual friends said about the Frenchman. He's so determined, he's so caring and kind, he doesn't take things for granted, he's the most humble person I know. The people that somewhat tie him to you never forgot to mention how great you two would be together, he's perfect for you Y/N, his values are the same as yours. You shake your head scoffing at the way their words follow you around even though you're in a committed relationship and you eventually refocus your attention on the race.

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After the event you venture down to the paddocks, the pass yours and Pierre's mutual friends sent you gaining access to the busy area. You watch the commotion surrounding you thinking about how much your longtime boyfriend would enjoy it. Maybe the thought summoned the text message that made your phone vibrate seconds later. You ignore the vibration wanting to get to the Alpha Tauri paddock where you're supposed to meet Pierre for the first time since hearing about him from your shared friends.

Once positioned outside the paddock you take your phone out to check your texts. Something between a gasp and a sob leaves your mouth at the message your boyfriend has sent to you, this isn't working for me anymore Y/N it's over, you bring a hand over your mouth in shock. "Y/N?" the sound of your name makes you look up, the tears flowing down your face freely at that point. "Woah, est-tu correcte?" you look at Pierre through your tears, the simple question too much for you as your knees get weak. The Alpha Tauri driver must see the change in you because he steps forward bringing his arms around your body before you collapse to the ground. Your sobs are muffled by his shirt, as you clutch onto his arms feeling completely broken. Pierre holds you until you've calmed down, the only thing coming from you are sniffles, "I'm sorry for ruining your shirt, this is probably not what you expected when our friends asked you to meet me" he shrugs while his hand rubs your back soothingly, "the shirt can be replaced but something tells me what you just went through is way more important" you give him a teary smile not sure if you want to unload that your love life has just been torn to pieces. "Allons-y c'est probablement pas la place où tu veus être maintenent" you nod silently at his statement and he brings you to his side as the two of you leave the event venue.

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Pierre ends up bringing you to his hotel room. "Can I take a shower? I really need to not be in this clothes right now" he nods showing you where everything is before leaving you alone. You turn on the shower to its hottest setting before you strip out of the day's clothes. You step under the water with the hopes that it will wash away the disastrous end of the day. Your tears blend in with the spray of the water as you sink to the floor of the shower wrapping your arms around your curled up legs, wishing you knew what you did to deserve this kind of break up after five years of commitment to one guy.

When the water finally starts to run cold you step out of the shower surprised to see some folded clothes on the vanity. This tugs at your heart as you dry off and unfold the sweatpants and hoodie. You put on the clothes that must belong to Pierre and scrunch up your dirty clothes before stepping out of the washroom. The frenchman sits up from where he's laying on the couch, you see the concern on his face as he looks at you, "comment ça vas?" You shrug in response not feeling much better, just a cleaner version of the same heartbroken girl.

Pierre stands up before walking over to you, "what has you feeling this way Y/N?" You shake your head tears welling up in your eyes again, he frowns but doesn't push you to reply. He gently takes your hand walking you over to the couch, making you sit down before he sits behind you his legs on either side of your body. You tense up unsure if what he's doing, "don't worry, I'm just going to braid your hair, my niece always feels better when I do it for her" you relax a small smile coming to your face because of his words. "You must be a pretty great uncle" you say quietly, your voice slightly raspy because of your constant crying, "I try my best, it took me awhile to master braiding but I got there eventually" you let out a short laugh surprising yourself as you feel his fingers go through your wet hair.

After a few seconds of silence you frown and tell Pierre what happened, hoping that if you tell it in French it won't seem as real. "Mon copin de cinq ans m'a texté que sa ne fonctionne pas alors on est fini juste comme ça" you feel the driver tense up behind you before his hands move to your shoulders turning you to face him. "It's his loss Y/N" the race car driver says while taking your hands in his, "it hurts so much Pierre" you reply more tears coming to your eyes. He suddenly pulls you onto his lap wrapping you in a hug, "I know, but it won't always hurt" you bring your arms around him, your head on his shoulder, "how do you know?" he lets out a sigh, "my ex-girlfriend did the same, but she started off by saying that she was cheating on me for months" you suck in a breath pulling away slightly to look up at him. "That's horrible, I'm sorry" he smiles at you, "it was a long time ago don't feel sorry for me" you shrug moving back into the hug, "I can't help it, if you felt anything like I am right now that really sucks" you mumble into his shoulder. The two of you sit there hugging for a few minutes, your mind still over analyzing everything as Pierre soothingly rubs shapes into your back.

"Je pense que nous devrions aller coucher Y/N" Pierre murmurs into your hair, you nod into him before letting go of the Frenchman. When you get off of his lap he stands and takes your hand pulling you off of the couch and leads you to the big queen sized bed in the other room. He pulls back the covers quickly and you let out a yawn the emotional high having finally caught up to you. He smiles at you making your cheeks redden as you slide under the covers, "thank you for letting me stay here even though you barely know me" he shrugs, "you needed someone and I couldn't let you fall apart like that" his words make you smile slightly, "I think that we're going to get along just fine Pierre" you exclaim while shifting to get comfy, he smiles down at you brushing some hair out of your face, "moi aussi Y/N" he murmurs and goes to walk away.

You catch his wrist before he can, "stay" he lifts an eyebrow in surprise, "please, I don't want to be alone tonight" his gaze softens at your words, "okay just give me a minute" you nod and let go of him. You watch him walk to the washroom and shut the door, you sigh turning on your side to face the window. You zone out on the movement of the curtains an arm under your pillow a slight frown on your face because you keep remembering your ex.

"T'est correcte Y/N" you blink a few times and peer over your shoulder to see Pierre sliding under the covers next to you, "mieux qu'avant" he smiles slightly and moves closer to you placing his hand on your side, "ça c'est ok?" he asks in terms of his hand placement, you nod putting your hand on his. "Come closer?" you ask shyly, he moves over his front now to your back, his arm coming around you gently, you sigh enjoying the warmth Pierre provides, "bonne nuit" he murmurs into your ear, you smile, "bonne nuit" you reply your fingers tangled in his as you rest your head back on the pillow.

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Your sudden friendship with the French race car driver is solidified after that night. The two of you practically inseparable as you learn more about one another while travelling around the world during Pierre's season and off-season. Somewhere along the way the pain from the heartbreak dulls and your smiles become more genuine. Pierre was the one that made that happen, making him one of the most important people in your life, next to other friends and your immediate family. You might've thought that getting dumped was the end of the world but it ended up bringing Pierre to you, which has made your life change for the better.