Y/n was sitting with Max in his driver's room and Pierre managed to get through into the motorhome.

Pierre: Max, Y/n?

Max: In here!

Pierre: Y/n, are you okay? Are you hurt?

Y/n simply shook her head, she was not hurt but she wasn't okay either.

Max: Pierre can I quickly talk? * What's going on?

Pierre: It's a long story, and it's not mine to tell... but thanks for all your help. I think I'll take her back to my room.

Max: Anytime.

Pierre walked with Y/n to the Alpha Tauri motorhome when Charles stopped them.

Charles: Y/n? What's going on? Carlos said he saw you crying? Let's go talk in my room.

Pierre: She's fine-

Y/n: It's okay Pierre, I'll go with him.

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Charles: So what's going on?

Y/n: I'm okay Charles. It wasn't anything serious.

Charles: Bullshit Y/n. I'm tired of the lies! What the hell happened?

Y/n: Lies? Charles I'm not-

Charles: -but you are. All summer. Since we got back from Belgium.

Y/n: I'm not.

Charles: What happened that weekend?! Why were you bruised? Why were you so short with us? Why have you been so jumpy? And who the hell is Damon?!

Y/n flinched at his name. How does Charles know about him...

Y/n: Nothing happened! I'm sick of you always interrogating me! Now let me leave!

Charles: No! I want to know the truth! You don't push your family away. There has to be more to your breakup as well! I can tell you're not the same.

Y/n: There is not Charles. Stop yelling at me! I have nothing to tell! And sorry if I go through the motions once in a damn while!

Charles: No, you are telling me more lies. You never used to lie to me y/n!

Y/n: I'm done here.

Y/n walked out the room and ran straight for the Paddock. Charles was calling after her but she refused to turn around. It hurt to keep lying but what hurt now is that Charles knows and their trust is damaged.

As she headed for the paddock exit she stopped in her path. She didn't know whether to keep running or whether it was time to come clean to Charles. She decided it wasn't and kept going...

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Charles POV

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After the fight Y/n ran out pretty upset. Not knowing what to do when she didn't come back , I went to Pierre.

Charles: Pierre!

Pierre: Woah mate! What's going on?

Charles: Y/n, she ran out. I don't know where to and right now she probably doesn't want to speak to me and I don't really want to speak to her in all honesty.

Pierre: What? Wait, what happened?

Charles: There's not much time to explain but she'll answer you... maybe you could try-

Pierre: Don't worry I'll get her.

Charles: What about FP2?

Pierre: You haven't heard? There's a storm coming. It's cancelled due to danger reasons.

Charles: Oh, okay. Then thanks.

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End Charles' POV

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As Y/n walked towards the hotel it had begun to rain. She didn't care until she couldn't really remember the way to the hotel and the rain made reading the signs almost impossible.

She sat at the first bus stop she got to and cried. She could see it was starting to get late and she started getting nervous. Not knowing what to do she let herself think. Her first thought was Pierre.

It was at this moment she started to dial his number in her phone. She knew she could call him and that she couldn't call Charles, even if she wanted... Hesitantly she pressed the green button and put the phone to her ear.

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Pierre POV

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It was already getting late and the rain kept coming down harder and I still hadn't found Y/n.

I knew she'd left the paddock and so I decided to walk down the main road towards the hotel.

It wasn't long until I felt my phone vibrate.

I immediately answered when I saw the name.

Pierre: Y/n?!

Y/n: P-Pierre...