Fools ? Pierre Gasly

❝ Does it ever cross your mind?
Like oh, Lord she don't want to dance with the same man no more
Are you so sure? Yeah ❞

Astrid Leclerc POV

Every post the account made was crazier than the one before. The charges against that person were over the moon; Pierre was being stalked. 

"This person is completely out of control," Charles comments as he scrolled through social media.

"The level of delusion and psychopathy is crazy," I answered as I scrolled on the television channels.

"Are you dating him to piss me off?" He asks. He puts the phone down, and I look at him.

"Yeah, cuz I have nothing good to do with my life. You asked me to be nice to him, I was nice and now I am his girlfriend, I would call it karma," I say casually and he rolls his eyes.

"He is a good guy; don't play with him just to teach me a lesson, Atti," he warns me, and I laugh. Why Atti? He couldn't say my name when we were younger, so he and Arthur called me Atti. And it stuck.

"I'm going out with Sophs, see you soon," I say as I get up.

"Going to party without your boyfriend?" He is trying to get a reaction, and I laugh.

"My man trusts me; you should, too. See you around, Charlie," I say before I head off.

I found Sophia at the entrance of the hotel, and we went to the party we had scheduled. I sat down at our reserved table, and she brought the drinks. She couldn't make it to Bahrain, but Australia is a good choice for us to have some fun. It's a Saturday and I want to relax before the race tomorrow.

"You are dating Pierre; I guess something happened," she jokes, and I laugh.

"I know what I've said about him, but we are having some fun; it might lead nowhere. We are letting it flow," I am lying, but I don't care.

"This can only be a disaster," she says as she laughs.

"I like disasters and messes, I can deal with him."

"You can't fix him," she warns me and I nod.

"I know. I don't want to fix anyone," I say before taking another drink.

Our conversation turned to the last two races and all the social media around Pierre. Even if she disliked the idea, she was as amused by it as everyone else. I was dancing around, and I went for another drink, and a man stopped in front of me as I was almost at the bar.

"Can I buy a drink?" He asked me, and the Australian accent was definitely strong.

"I'm taken so I will say no," I say as I give him a weak smile. But he didn't get out of my way.

"Well, you are alone so he probably won't care that I buy you a drink. It should be a crime for you to buy a drink for yourself, with those looks you should never pay for a drink if treated right," he insists and I laugh.

"She is fine, mate, thank you," the French accent was heard behind me, and I turned around to find Pierre. Why?

"Of course," I mutter as I see Charles smiling cockily, and I laugh before looking at Pierre.

"He insisted," he says and I nod.

"I noticed. But I always like coming on top," I say before kissing him,a very passionate kiss that my brother surely didn't expect to see.

We had been very low on PDA, hand-holding, kisses on the cheek, and quick kisses to convince people. This is a whole different level. Pierre's arms circled my waist, pulling me close and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He might be a jerk, but he is a good kisser.

"He might've learned his lesson now," I say once I stepped away and the guy was thankfully gone. I asked for my drink and as I went to pay Pierre's card appeared first and I didn't complain.

"That sure was unexpected," my best friend says as I reach her side and I roll my eyes.

"Charles is doing his best to annoy me. He hinted at me going to a party without Pierre, so I guess this is his part of whatever plans he has," I say, indifferent to whatever Charles has to come. I can always go one step further.

But I wanted to make both men mad. So I made sure I got it. I drank and danced my heart out. I knew I had someone to take me back to the hotel. Once I was too tired to keep going, I went to my dear boyfriend's lap.

"Mon coeur, time to head back, no?" I ask him as my speech drags out more than I would've preferred. But I know damn well what I'm doing still.

"I can only agree; let's go," he says as he signals me to get up, but I shake my head.

"You are strong enough to carry me, no?" I pout, and he laughs; I can see some anger on his face, but he nods. He picks me up in bridal style and just heads up, and if it wasn't Pierre, I might've been mind-blown that he walked 10 minutes to the hotel like that.

"Can you take her to yours? It's closer than ours," Charles asks him, and Pierre nods.

"Don't worry, I got her. Take Sophia back before she gets lost," he says, and I nod in agreement. Wait. I am not sharing a room with him.

"I can walk," I complain as I try to get out of his arms, but he holds tight.

"Too late for that ma princesse, time to go inside. Wave them goodbye," he says as he gives them a wide smile before turning around with a serious expression and heading to his room on the fifth floor, I think.

He dropped me on the bed and gave me one of his oversized sweatshirts.

"Go take a shower to sober up. I will get you something to eat," he says, and I strangely obey. That's what I would've done if I had gone to my room.

I took a quick shower, not washing my hair because my shampoo is a treasure, and I don't have it here. I got out to a very unlikely scene. He was sitting in bed, and the food waited for me. If I didn't know better, I would probably fall for this charm.