One shots Formula One

Everyday (Pierre Gasly)

Hey everyone! This one was requested by Cxlinapxh288 I hope you like it. 

It is a song by Ariana Grande.

You walk through your apartment, looking for the last view things you need for your trip to go visit your boyfriend, Pierre Gasly. You haven't seen him in a while since he has been travelling the world for his job: being a formula one driver. You are looking forward to seeing him again, being with him again, doing things with him again.

"Y/n, are you done yet?" For thirty minutes you have been running around in circles looking for those view things, but you can't find them. Your best friend is getting inpatient, plus she knows you will miss your flight if the two of you leave much later. She will drive you to the airport so you don't have to leave your car in the parking lot there and pay a fortune for it.

"Almost!" You yell at her and finally, you find your passport and put it in your hand luggage alongside your phone. "Done." You put on your shoes and with your jacket over your arm you get into your best friends car after placing your luggage in the trunk. She turned on the radio and you heard one of the songs you had been listening to non-stop.

"Anytime I'm alone, I can't help thinking about you

All I want, all I need, honestly, it's just me and you

He giving me that good shit

That make me not quit, that good shit"

With a smile on your face, you sing along. Your friend shakes her head, but she doesn't say anything about it for once, knowing you are just overly excited about finally seeing your boyfriend again.

"How long do you have to fly?" You shrug your shoulders when you booked your flight you didn't care to look at it, so you didn't have an idea. You didn't mind though, you would fly to wherever to meet Pierre. "Give him a hug from me." She told you when she parked the car after a while and you nodded.

"Of course, I don't mind doing that." You give your best friend, who is now laughing a hug. "Thanks for driving me."

"No problem." You get your luggage out of the trunk and walk towards the entrance, plugging in your headphone. Ironically the first song that starts playing is again 'everyday' of Ariana Grande. You chuckle and walk towards the right gate and when you are up to check-in, you take off your headphones and you show your passport and give away your luggage, apart from your backpack. When you are through security you put on your headphones again to kill the time before getting on your plane to France.

xxx

You hum along to 'everyday' while you wait for your luggage to come by so you can finally exit the gate to see Pierre again. Finally, you have your luggage and you find your way through the mob of people. Pierre had told you he would be standing at the back, not somewhere in the middle so it would be easier to find him. When you spot him, the smile on your face grows even bigger and you stop humming. You walk up to him and when you are about to throw your arms around him he sees you too and he catches you, your luggage falling onto the floor.

"Hey baby." You say before you press your lips against his. "I missed you." You look him in the eyes and you kiss him again. He chuckles and picks your luggage off the floor.

"Shall we go home?" You nod and hand in hand you walk to his car. The both of you get in and Pierre drives you to his place and as soon as you get there you put your luggage away while Pierre gets something to drink for the both of you. When you walk into the living room, Pierre is standing with his back turned to you, so you sneak your hands around his waist and rest your head on his back. Pierre turns around without your hands leaving your body and he kisses you. The kiss is full of passion and it clarifies that the both of you have missed each other a lot. Pierre deepens the kiss and starts to push you gently in the direction of the couch. He lays you on the couch without his lips leaving your body.

"I love you..." You both say at the same time and you chuckle before pulling his shirt over his head. Gosh, how you love this boy.