Chapter 8 ~ wrong time

                                    

                                          
6 days before the Australian GP
8:33am Y/n's pov :
I woke up in his arms. His huge but gentle arms that held my head as his fingers sunk into my hair. I blinked, clearing my vision. 
I couldn't remember anything from last night.
I had a pounding headache.
And I was in a room that I didn't recognise. 
I lifted my head. I looked around the room. My eyes stopped on the boy I had fallen asleep on. I jumped up in shock. He slowly opened his eyes. I was standing by the bed. Head in my hands. 
'Oh shit.' I kept repeating. 
'Y/n calm down okay. We didn't do anything. See you still have clothes on.' He reassured me. Standing up from the bed as well.
'These aren't my clothes !' I quietly yelled at him so no one else in the hotel would hear. 
I began to passe back and forth. Questions echoed around my head. I told myself horrible things. 
'Y/n stop. Y/n.' He grabbed my wrist. 
'He's gunna break up with me. I'm such a bad girlfriend. I'm gunna pass out... Charles.' He held my shoulders and led me down to the bed. We sat there together. He calmed me down.
'Listen. It's not anything different to when we were younger and we used to sleep on the boat. And you used to sleep in my room.' It's kind of the same but completely different. 
'Charles we were kids. And we're both in relationships now remember.' I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. I rocked back and forth on his bed with my head in my hands. 
He rubbed my back. He paused.
'Y/n how much did you drink ?' He asked out of the blue.
'Quite a lot why ?' I questioned.
'Charlotte saw me and you dancing and she broke up with me.' That sentence shocked me. It made me feel strange. 
'I'm so sorry.' I apologised.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Charles went over to open it. I hid behind a wall.
'Where is she ?' Asked Pierre busting into the room. 
I had no choice but to come out from behind the wall. His face turned a little red and his jaw clenched. He was angry and jealous. 
I just stared at Charles. As he took a step towards him I had to step in. I couldn't let them do this. 
'Pierre stop !' I cried jumping in front of him. He wouldn't look at me. He kept eye contact with Charles. 
'Pierre look at me.' I ordered. He didn't budge. 
I hit my fist against his chest. 'Pierre just look at me !' I yelled. Finally he looked down on me. 
'Nothing happened. I'm so sorry for not coming back to the room but I was so so drunk and Charles brought me back-' I began.
'So you brought her here while she wasn't sober. So she didn't have a choice to come home with you !' I sighed.
'Pierre I didn't feel comfortable coming back with anyone else. Charles had had a horrible night and I only wanted to keep him company, he got us a cab home and he slept on the couch okay !'  He only glanced down on me. Disgusted by what he had heard. 
'Pierre...' I said under my breath. 
'Don't do this, please.' I begged.
'Why shouldn't I ? Why should I just let this go ?' He hissed back at me.