The rest of Friday night was more relaxed and before they knew it Saturday had gone by.

Pierre qualified P4 with the front row being Max and Carlos; Charles was P3 with Checo P5. It wasn't a great qualifying for Lando and Daniel as they struggled with pace and only made it to P8 and P10.

Today was the race. Y/n got up and ready in a cute dress with sandals. She curled her hair slightly and then headed down to the lobby with Pierre. Before the elevator doors opened Pierre turned to Y/n and pulled her in for a kiss.

Pierre: Okay, today is going to be very full. Whatever happens, a win, a podium, a DNF, whatever... stay in the garage. That way nobody can bother you.

She looked at him with a bit of surprise.

Pierre: I'm being serious, Y/n. I don't want someone upsetting you.

Y/n: Okay, I will. If you have a great result though you better come to me before any media duties.

Pierre: I promise

The couple shared one last kiss before walking out the elevator. They headed to the circuit and met up with Pierre's family at the entrance to the paddock.

Pascale: How are you Y/n?

Y/n: I'm good thanks Pascale. Feeling many different emotions for Pierre.

Pascale: Me too. I'm sure he'll do fantastic though!

Y/n: Me too.

Pierre: Alright Ma, there's already people approaching. I think we best get Y/n inside...

Pascale: Of course! Let's go.

They were waiting in the garage as Pierre warmed up and headed out to the grid.

It was time for the race to start. Everyone had cleared the grid and the five lights came on. There were French flags and Pierre fans everywhere. The pressure must be insane.

It was a close battle between Pierre and Charles the whole race. Eventually Pierre managed to pass Charles; although Y/n felt bad he missed out on the podium, she was happy Pierre was on the podium for his home race. Obeying his instructions, despite the urge to run out to him, she remained in the garage for the celebrations. It broke her heart to not be there but Pierre was right for telling her to stay. It was pretty crowded, it's best she avoids confrontation.

After the podium Pierre ran to the garage as promised and Y/n threw her arms around him even though he was full of champagne.

Y/n: YOU DID IT! I AM SO FREAKING PROUD GASLY! A HOME RACE PODIUM!

Pierre: Thank you, I can't believe it!

Y/n: My champion! I love you so much!

Pierre: I love you too. I wish I could stay but-

Y/n: You have interviews and the press conference. We'll meet afterwards, go now love. Don't be late.

Pierre left and Y/n was alone again. She knew she shouldn't but she really wanted to go and check on Daniel who unfortunately got a DNF after coming together with Stroll.

Y/n walked quickly to the Mclaren garage where she was greeted by Lando.

Lando: Y/n? We're just coming to you, we thought you were told to stay put.

Y/n: I wanted to check on Danny.

Daniel: He's okay. Frustrated more than anything.

Y/n: I'm sorry. It sucks, you were doing so well.

Daniel: It's alright. I do think you should get back though. Pierre will be done shortly and if he can't find you... yeah.

Y/n: You're probably right. He'll call a search party at this rate. Haha, see ya later guys.

L&D: Bye

She made her way back to the garage and grabbed her things. It got late and she hadn't heard from Pierre but say Max heading to the garage. Knowing the conference was done she decided to go find Pierre. She knew which way the conference room was so headed there first. By now the paddock is surely emptied out.

She was wrong.

As she walked she down the paddock she was suddenly swarmed by many fans.

- How about Pierre's third place?

- Didn't see you at the podium!

- Why are you even with him if you only support him if he wins?

- Abbie was right! You only want a winner!

- You are no good for him! Won't even celebrate a third!

- So much for genuine hey! Not even there for him if he's third? Only first?

- You two are no match!

- What do you have to say about the interview?

She didn't know what to say. Pierre had told her to wait in the garage during the podium for this exact reason. The fans. She was panicking, her breaths got unsteady. This hasn't happened in ages and all she wanted to do was run away. Knowing she needed Pierre right now she looked around to find him.

"Where are you?" She whispered to herself almost crying now.

Her breaths became increasingly shallow and she kept looking past the crowd to find Pierre. There he was. Around the corner. She tried to call out but stopped when she recognized the lady with him. Abbie...

Tears now falling down her cheeks she put her head down and tried to push her way through the bodies surrounding her. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder .

- "It's okay Y/n, I'll help. Out the way guys! Come on let us through! She's not answering to you!"

Once she felt herself free from the crowd she looked up at her savior.

Y/n: Thank you George... you always seem to find me.

George: No problem. Will you be okay? I need to get back now.

Y/n: Yeah...

He ran off back to Mercedes and Y/n fell against the wall. She really couldn't believe what just happened. She needed Pierre but he was with Abbie of all people. She got up and ran back to the hotel room.

Once she was in the room she begun throwing her clothes in her bag. She didn't know where she was going or what she was even doing, she just knew she had to leave for a bit. The last line had been crossed, Abbie had done it now. It wasn't long before she had most of her things packed and soon enough the door had opened.

Pierre: Dammit, Y/n! We've looked everywhere for you! Where have you be-

He stopped as she turned around and he saw the tears in her eyes.

Pierre: What's happened? Come here.

Y/n: N-no. D-don't...