“The Moment That We...” - Pierre Gasly
Prompts: A55— “Because I love you, dammit!” // A85— “Is this the moment that we kiss?”
Warnings: Slight angst, fluff?
You held a stack of papers in your hand as you looked across the room at Pierre Gasly as he spoke to one of your co-workers, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and begins to chew on it, your heart rate picked up when you saw him and your knees almost gave out when you saw him smiling or laughing, there was no denying that you had fallen head over heels for him, which was why you had asked for a transfer, you couldn’t continue working at the track and then see him at the factory, so you had asked if you could have a job in the factory, one where you wouldn’t have to see him often, he looks in your directions, his brows furrowed and his lips a straight-line, you quickly look away before moving to an empty table out of his sight.
You’ve spoken to him a lot before and learned a lot about him, quickly growing more fond of him and quickly falling for him, you couldn’t deny it, and you needed to get away, you couldn’t face him anymore and carry the pain that he might not feel the same way about you, hopefully not seeing him as often would make things better, make you realize it was just a silly little crush.
“You’re transferring?” Pierre asks as he approaches you, you look up from the papers, the frown still on his face. “Why?” He stops in front of you making you look up at him. “And why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to tell you tonight.” You say, you could see his hands forming a fist. “And it doesn’t matter why I’m transferring.” You didn’t want him to know it was because of him, and you wanted to make it sound like it wasn’t such a big deal.
“Of course it matters why you’re transferring.” He says. “Something must have happened for you to transfer, I remember you telling me that you loved travelling, so why are you transferring to the factory?”
“Because I want to… it's time for a change.” You say as you look away from him, your papers suddenly much more interesting.
“Bull.” He practically spits out. “That is such bull.” You chew the inside of your cheeks, refusing to look up at him. “[Y/n]… why are you transferring?”
“Why can’t I transfer, Pierre?” You ask. “Why can’t I change my mind if I want to?”
“Because I know you.” He says, you look up at him. “And because I love you, dammit!” Your eyes widen, and your brows raise as your mouth drops open, you move a hand to cover it, the confession catching you by surprise.
“Wh— wha…” You stutter out, Pierre takes your hand that was covering your mouth and pulls it away, he pulls you up to your feet for you to almost be level with him. “Pi— Pierre…”
“Do you feel the same or is this one-sided?” He asks, he was close enough for you to feel his breath fanning against your face. “I need to know…” His eyes scanned yours, looking for answers in them, he releases your hand and moves his hand to cup your cheek. ”Is it?”
“No.” You whisper as you lean into his hand, feeling his fingertips softly brushing over your cheek. “No, it’s not.” The corner of his lips twitched as he wanted to smile.
“Then why are you transferring?” He asks. “Why are you leaving?” You take in a deep breath through your nose, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them to look at him.
“Because I didn’t think you would feel the same way.” You say.
“You didn’t think I felt the same way?” He asks. “Gosh, was all my hints too subtle for you to realize I like you?” You sheepishly smile at him. “I guess they were…” He leans closer, you could feel the heat from his body radiating off onto yours.
“Is this the moment that we kiss?” You whisper, he softly chuckles before pressing his lips against yours, your eyes closing as you let his scent engulf you.
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