learn to love - pierre gasly

05

M E R E D I T H

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may 2022

If someone told me that Pierre Gasly would be sleeping in my bed, I would've laughed. But recently everything and anything has been happening.

I wake up with my head pounding, that's what I get for drinking all last night. I can barely get out of the bed, so I stretch out my legs trying to get more comfortable. And then my foot grazes something and I can't help but yelp in surprise,

"Are you okay?" a stunned Pierre asks me,

"Why are you in my bed?"

"You asked me to," he explains, "Last night you texted me saying you were throwing up, so I came to help you." I try to remember what happened, and I recall Pierre's hands holding my hair back.

"Oh God," I cover my eyes with my hands, "I'm sorry about that,"

"It's okay, it happens to the best of us,"

I finally manage to get out of my bed, and head straight to the bathroom to freshen up. Pierre lounges on my bed, scrolling on his phone,

"What are you doing?" I ask,

"Not much, just on Instagram," he replies, a hand going through his hair. I walk back into the room and sit on the edge of the bed,

"What should we do today?" Pierre says, not making eye contact,

"I was thinking of something out of the box for today..." I speak slowly,

"Like what?" he wonders,

"Karting," I smirk.

I'm sitting in the kart, my hands gripping the wheel,

"For someone who hates F1, I'm surprised you suggested to go karting," Pierre says from next to me, "You never karted when we were kids,"

"I know, but since we're trying to be better for each other I though "why not?"'

"That's very valid," he nods,

"Plus I was curious to see you in your element," I shrug. I've never karted before, so it's not a surprise that Pierre wins,

"I'm happy you didn't go easy on me," I smile,

"Since I'm not winning any real races, my ego couldn't handle being beaten by you in karting," he smirks, "Sorry, not sorry,".

That night I lie down on the couch with my legs propped up on Pierre's lap. We're watching some stupid action movie that he wanted, and I'm slowly beginning to doze off. I start to wonder what would've happened if I just let him kiss me last night. Would we still be sitting here? We were sort of acting like a couple in this moment, me lying down on him, him massaging my feet, which felt pretty nice since they were sore after karting.

I wanted to kiss him, even if I was drunk out of my mind at the time. In fact, I want to kiss him now.