Formula 1 One Shots

Drunk [Pierre Gasly]

Pierre attempted, for the 3rd time that night, to remove the alcoholic beverage from her grasp, "N-No, no, no, not yet" She wiggled her finger in his direction, downed her drink and then handed Pierre her glass, "There." Pierre looked from the glass to her and back again before shrugging. Pierre stood up and steadied the clearly intoxicated girl as she wobbled back and forth in her heels, scared that she might break an ankle in her shoes he sat her back down again. "Pear!" She wiggled her feet back and forth causing her heels to fling off her feet and land a few metres away.

"Y/N! You need your shoes." She shook her head adamantly and stood up, her balance was better with the heels but even that was a stretch. "Right, let's go." Pierre gripped her hand and guided her out of the nightclub. He would ring up later and collect the shoes or worse come to worse, he would just buy her a new pair.

His first problem arrived when they got to the club exit. There was no way he could let Y/N walk around Milan in her bare feet, he took a deep breath and shuffled his shoes off his own feet, bending down he helped Y/N manoeuvre her own feet into his shoes. He tightened his shoes extra tight to reduce the chance of them flying off as she walked (read: politely dragged). Thankfully they cleared the photographers that were huddled outside the exclusive club quickly, no doubt the photos of Pierre and Y/n would be all over social media in the days to follow, but Pierre's second problem came when Y/N stopped in her tracks in the middle of the footpath. Pierre sighed and stepped closer to Y/N, resulting in her stepping back and almost colliding with another group of people before Pierre grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.

"Come on."

"No!" Y/N stomped her feet. "I want a piggy-back." Pierre stared at her, blinking slowly as if he was trying to comprehend what she'd just asked. He was moving his feet up and down; the concrete was cold on his feet and he really just wanted to get home. He nodded begrudgingly – anything to get home quicker. He turned so that his back faced her and bent his knees, preparing himself for her to jump on his back which she wasted no time in doing. Pierre gripped her thighs and hauled her up his back further allowing her to rest her head in the crook of his neck.

"I quite like you Pear." She mumbled.

A smile erupted on his face and he laughed, "I'm glad, especially since we've been going out for nearly 3 months."

"Really? Go me."

**

When the sun rose to start the day, Pierre was beyond himself in laughter as he recounted the previous night's escapades to Y/N as she sat on the bed with her head in her hands. "I'm so embarrassed." She shook her head, groaning. Pierre sat down beside her in the bed and gently rubbed her back.

"It was hilarious!"

Y/N lifted her head out of hands and glared at Pierre. "No, it's not. I made a fool of myself and it's going to be all over Instagram and Twitter." Her head fell back against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut in frustration. Pierre, seeing how visible distressed she was, grabbed her hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the back of her hand.

"Don't worry about it." Pierre whispered into her ear, pressing gently kisses onto her shoulder, "You'll laugh about later." He smiled cheekily, clearly enjoying how much it riled her up. With a huff, Y/N removed Pierre's arms from her and clambered out of bed, but her movements stopped as she eyes her clothes from last night which were crumpled up in a pile on the ground.

"Where are my shoes?"

Pierre's eyes widened as he remembered abandoning them in the club, "Hm, well you see. You kicked them off and I left them behind."

"They were my favourite." She mumbled

"I'll buy you a new pair."

Y/N rounded on him, hands on her hips with a raised eyebrow, "No, you're going to go back to the club and get them." Pierre furrowed his eyebrows, "I can just buy you a new pair." Y/N shook her head adamantly and Pierre released a long sigh before nodding slowly.

"Fine."