For the first time in a while, you're back at the track to visit your brother Charles Leclerc. You haven't been with him on a track since you and your ex-boyfriend Pierre Gasly broke up. It was so hard on you, that you just couldn't be at the race. You couldn't even look at the race, because all you could think about was Pierre. You still didn't understand why he broke up with you. You were happy and then one day he just ended it. But today was an important day for Charles he wanted you to be there and so here you were.
'Y/N!' Your brother yelled as soon as he spotted you.
A smile grew on your face and you hugged your brother.
'Hi! You ready for the race?'
'Almost. Just need to do a few last things, like show you around.'
'I have been here before, so I know my way around,' you laughed.
'Still, I just want to give you a quick tour.'
You and Charles started to walk around the paddock. He introduced you to some people. Then you walked into Pierre.
'I'm going to leave you two alone now,' Charles said and before you could say anything about it, he was gone.
'How have you been?' Pierre asked you.
'Fine. You?'
'Good. Look, I'm sorry about-.'
'No, you don't get to apologize. You broke up with me and I still don't know why. We were fine and then you broke up with me. And I don't know why, so you don't have the right to apologize. Because the sad thing is, is that I can't let you go. Because I still see you in my dreams and even in my nightmare. I'm still in love with you and I just can't do this. So don't talk to me, don't look at me and don't even come near me.'
With that being said, you turned around and wanted to walk away, but Pierre started to yell at you. 'I broke up with you, because Alpha Tauri and Ferrari told me to do that.'
You stopped walking, but you didn't turn around.
'I did that, because otherwise they would kick me out. They said that I couldn't have a girlfriend, who's brother is driving for another team.'
You slowly turned around.
'I still love you Y/N. I love you so much, but if we would come back together, they would kick me out.'
You looked at Pierre. He looked hurt. You hated seeing him this way.
'You could've told me that. We could've talked with both teams and figured this out. I could've signed a contract or what ever what was necessary. You could've told me why you broke up with me. We could've figured this out.' For the first you felt like a weigh felt off your shoulders. You felt like it was your fault, like you did something wrong, but you didn't. It was the fact that your brother was an F1 driver.
'I know...'
You slowly made your way back to Pierre. After all this time, you just wanted to hug him. You wanted to be in his arms again, smell is cologne. You stood right in front of Pierre. You grabbed his hand. It sent parks off through your body. You just wanted to kiss him, pull his as close as he could possibly be to you and you never wanted to let him go.
'Let's try. Let's see what they want and why they said this, because I love you. And I know we can figure this out.' You looked Pierre in the eye.
He didn't say anything. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and then he leaned in to kiss you and you let him. God, you missed him so much.
'After the race, we're going to talk to them,' he said when he pulled back.