learn to love - pierre gasly

04

M E R E D I T H

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may 2022

I sit at the bottom of my shower, the water running while I try to shave my legs. Nothing feels better than being freshly shaved and my hair being washed. After Pierre and I's heavy conversation last night, I really needed it.

A few minutes later I exit my bedroom, my hair tied up in my towel and wearing shorts and a top. Pierre's lying down on the couch, the TV is turned on to some news channel, but he's not watching it. He's got a book in his hand,

"You're reading our book without me?" I accuse him,

He looks up and smiles, "Thought you died back in there, never thought it took that long for you to get ready,"

"You have obviously never lived with a woman," I joke back, but he doesn't seem to find that funny, "Or have you? Have I really missed that much?"

"There was someone... But it wasn't too important,"

"Well it was important enough to live together," I try to push him,

"What are we doing today?" he tries to shift the conversation,

"I don't know, I was thinking we could go out for lunch and then maybe dinner as well?" he puts the dare book down, and pulls me down so I sit next to him. He pulls off the towel around my hair,

"Better get that hair ready," he says,

"Why?"

"Because we're also going out for breakfast," I jump off the couch and run into my room to get ready, for real this time.

P I E R R E

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may 2022

God, she's gorgeous. I mean thank God tables for two always face each other because I cant take my eyes off her,

"Do I have something on my face?" she asks, shit, I clearly wasn't being desecrate enough,

"No," I clear my throat, "You look good,"

She laughs awkwardly, "Thank you,"

"Do I look good?" I smirk back,

"Yes, you look great,"

She orders some porridge, I get something with eggs. When the food comes I decide to push my leg forward so it touches hers, and she doesn't move. It's not that I'm only attracted to her now that we're older, in all honestly I might've always had a crush on her. But as kids it doesn't feel the same. Now, at this age, it feels like sparks.

When we walk back to the apartment I make us stop at some random store. I make Mere wait outside and I exit the store with a necklace for her,

"You didn't," she says,

"I definitely did," I make her turn around and I push her hair away from her neck, I do it slowly, enjoying the feeling of my finger on her hair and neck. I place the necklace on her neck and clasp it shut. Once it's on her neck she finally takes a peek at what it is,

"A book?" she asks,

"Yes, for our dares," I reply.

I wait for Mere as she refreshes herself for lunch,

"You know, most people only go out to eat one time a day," I say,

"I know, but I have too many favourite restaurants to show you," she replies, "Wait until we have dinner, you'll love it,"

And then we're walking again, this time for lunch. This restaurant is like a buffet, and there were so many choices. Once we got our food and sat, I asked a burning question,

"Did you hate me?"

"When you left?" she asks,

"Yes," I say, "But I wouldn't say that I left you,"

"Of course you wouldn't, but no I didn't hate you. I think I was just bitter that I wasn't your first choice,"

"You're my first choice now,"

"Only for two weeks," she reminds me.

For dinner, she changes her clothes into a dress and tells me to dress up in a suit. Of course I oblige,

"Is this not too fancy?" I ask,

"That's the whole point," Meredith scoffs. When we get seated in the restaurant I can't help but admire the decor. It was designed beautifully.

"How'd you find out about this place," I say sipping my red wine,

"Mm," she says before swallowing her wine, "It's my parents, they mixed Mexican and French cuisine," and she flashes me a smile,

"No wonder why it's so special,". The waiter comes and takes our orders.

"I don't think I've ever eaten as much as I did today," she says getting in the taxi, we both drank way too much wine and didn't think it was safe to walk home.

"I'm stuffed," I note, getting into the back seat with her. I sit closely and can smell her perfume, I get close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from her body. Wow, I am drunk out of my mind. I look over to Mere and notice how dazed she seems too.

When we finally arrive to the apartment she asks me for a favour,

"Can you unzip my dress?" I'm shocked at her request, "I think it got stuck,"

"Of course," I stalk towards her, my hand pressed against her back, I pull on the zipper and it instantly gets un-stuck. Her bare back now exposed to me, holy shit, she wasn't wearing a bra. The idea of that thin piece of fabric from her dress being the only barrier between us turned me on.

"Thank you," she lets out a breathy sigh,

"Meredith?" I ask,

"Yes," she turns around to face me, her face all innocent as if me unzipping her dress wasn't the most intimate moment of my life.

I cup her face in my hand, and look into her eyes.

"Pierre," she says as soft as a whisper. I lean forward,

"Pierre, don't" and I stop, "We're drunk,"

"So?"

"We're not thinking properly," she counters, my hand still cupping her cheek, I run my thumb up and down,

"I want to kiss those words out of you, and trust me, I'm thinking of a lot of things," she looks at me like she wants to give in,

"Not now,"

"Do I have to wait until our wedding day when I'm thirty?" I joke,

"I would hope not," she says before walking to her room and closing the door.