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𝙿𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚆𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢?
Qualifying had never been Y/N's favourite part of racing; it had just never appealed to her ; however, watching Mick Schumacher into Q2 could perhaps change her mind. Y/N couldn't help but love the German man having formed a strong bond with him due to their mutual friend Sebastian Vettel. "Mick I know you're going to be busy but please call me back. I have some news that I don't want you hearing from anyone but me ok?" Y/N couldn't help but frown; she was sure Mick already knew and was hurt she hadn't confided in him about her situation. Y/N was the first to admit she had needed time away from the F1 even if it included her Grid family and safety net. "Is it true?" an irritated voice asked not caring for social etiquette. "I have no idea what you're talking about Gasly." Y/N replied turning to face the pacing Driver as she pocketed her phone. Scowling the y/h/c woman rolled her y/e/c eyes "God at least stand still, you're making me feel sick." The younger girl complained the man's sharp moments getting on her nerves, choosing to ignore the stream of french curses tumbling from the panicked man. "We're having a baby?" Pierre asked, finally coming to a stand still, his stance tense and unwelcoming. "No Pierre, I am having a baby. You are having a breakdown." Y/N clarified sarcastically her hand coming to settle on her obvious baby bump. "Merde Y/N.. Why didn't you tell me?" Pierre mumbled fixing his light brown locks, the usual post race mess no doubt made worse as he continued to comb through it aggressively. "We aren't married Pierre. I don't have to tell you anything." Y/N stated simply with a shrug of her shoulders almost wishing someone would come to her rescue. She'd usually just walk away but the further along the y/h/c girl got in her pregnancy the slower she walked, even Y/N knew the Frenchman would simply follow her hounding her for answers.
The saviour Y/N had so desperately begged for appeared but instead of Mick or Seb even Max it was of course far worse. Her Father. "You ready to get back to the hotel Y/N/N." Christian asked, eyes glued to his phone, probably already catching up on articles regarding qualifying. "Pierre?" The older man asked, confused clearly not noticing the hostility he'd walked in on. "He was just leaving Dad." Y/N said, attempting to smile convincingly at her father hoping he'd leave. "Got you just don't leave your old man waiting alright sweetheart" Christian acknowledged kissing his daughter on the forehead before sending his ex driver a stern smile.
"This isn't over, you can't shut me out!" Pierre hissed, moving to grab the girl's arm as she attempted to follow her father. Whipping around to face the AlphaTauri driver Y/N couldn't help the scoff that fell from her lips. "You need to stop! We are not a couple, We are not friends. It was one night Gasly get over yourself!'' Don't get me wrong, at one point the British girl had been completely head over heels for the man but now her heart just ached. Everywhere she looked she saw couples sharing loving kisses or just holding hands and she hated how much she'd wanted that with Pierre. The magical hold the older male had over her had broken violently the day she woke up in a random hotel room alone, not even a note explaining where he'd gone. He'd just left. "Give me a chance at least!" Pierre exclaimed, almost throwing his hands up in frustration. "I want to be a Father. I deserve to be there for my child! You're just being selfish."
"Me selfish! Gasly why would I want someone who can't even stay until sunrise in my child's life!" Y/N yelled not caring who heard her she wanted to punch him. To make him feel even an ounce of pain her heart felt. "What are you talking about?" The man asked, confusion filling his face the previous anger he'd felt mellowing. "I woke up and you were gone." Y/N muttered pathetically, wiping the hot tears that raced down her y/s/c cheeks. "I thought it was a mistake?" Pierre whispered not knowing if he should hug the crying girl in front of him. "My mistake was going to bed with you in the first place." Y/N responded halfheartedly. "Don't say that." Pierre croaked out tears starting to fill his own eyes. "It was my mistake. I... I should have stayed. I should have held you, I just got scared." The driver explained nervously, taking a step towards the younger Horner. "I got scared that you'd hate me. That i'd ruined everything between us..." the frenchman trailed off. He spoke slowly knowing that when he got emotional he'd either slip into french or his accent would become so strong nobody could tell what he was saying. "There is nothing between us." Y/N argued weakly, the sick feeling she'd felt earlier resurfacing. "There is. For me at least." Pierre insisted "I love you.." the man stated softly ducking down to envelope the girl in his arms and capture her soft lips in a heated kiss.
