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18 - Pierre Gasly

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"I just don't get it, Meghan, I think he's cheating on me" I frowned drinking the remaining of my wine glass while talking with my best friend. 

A few things were bothering me lately including my boyfriend Pierre who's been very suspicious, hiding his phone, lying and telling me he is training when he's out with his friends and gets out of the bedroom in the middle of the night to go clubbing. 

His attitude has been hurting me and I don't know what to do. Should I confront him or should I just see how the time will do things over...

"You should talk to him" just as she said that Pierre opened the door of our shared apartment with a gym bag over his shoulder while talking on the phone smiling widely. 

It's been so long since I saw his smile. That almost confirmed my doubts, he kept talking and gave me a small kiss on my forehead while acknowledging Meghan. 

She gave me a reassuring smile and left us as Pierre finished his call. 

That left us alone.

"So babe how was training ?" I asked while washing the wine glasses. He gave me a shrug and went to the bathroom completely ignoring me. 

I bit my lip so hard to stop myself from crying, this wasn't the Pierre I fell in love with. This wasn't the cute and shy french guy that took me to the Eiffel Tower for our first date. He changed so much and I didn't know why. 

Snapping out of my negative thoughts I engulfed myself on the couch with the covers turning on my favorite show on Netflix right now. 

A few moments later Pierre came out of the bathroom dressed to impress, ready to go out I assume. Without even asking me if I wanted to come before he walked out of the door his eyes still focused on his phone texting he nonchalantly told me "I'm going out" and slammed the door. 

The sound made me flinch of fear and I let my tears flow down my cheeks. I couldn't help but sob uncontrollably. I just wanted the pain to stop easy but at that moment it seemed so hard to reach that. 

I decided that maybe it was for the better if Pierre and I spent some time apart, so I packed a little duffle bag with the clothes I had bought with my own money and left everything he had offered me. 

I might seem irrational to just leave like that but it's been months since I was happy. Months since I laughed since I really smiled. Months since I enjoyed sharing an apartment and living with my boyfriend, it all changed so much.

Meghan gladly offered me a bedroom in her giant penthouse for how long I want. She's single and doesn't mind me staying with her, maybe if things don't work out with Pierre I'll move in with her. 

We used to live together before in moved in with him, fun times.

I didn't take the car, Pierre had bought it for me. So I walked to Meghan's house, she didn't live that far from me so it wasn't that bad. 

When I got there she looked at me with pity and gave me a big and comforting hug that warmed my heart if I could say it like that. 

Even though she's my best friend I always felt she was more to me like a sister. We get along so well and when we argue we make up the minute after the yelling stops.

"Ready to get over that douchebag ?" I sniffed and nodded answering her question. 

We spent the night watching movies and eating ice cream, typical for us. We laughed and cried so many times as we watched bridesmaids. 

A few hours later, I was ready to go to bed and sleep through the night and forget this heartache. No, I wasn't going to have a heart attack, but I just kept thinking about Pierre and all the memories. I just don't get why he acted this arrogantly with me.