Later that evening Y/n was lying in her room on her phone, Arthur had gone out for the night and Charles was on a call with the team.

She heard a small knock at her door.

Y/n: Come in

Pierre: Hey, am I interrupting anything?

Y/n: Not at all. What's up?

Pierre: I'm starving, Charles is busy, and I don't know the best places for food here.

Y/n: Oh, um... I know of a cute restaurant down by the harbor.

Pierre: Great! Let's go.

Y/n: Let's?

Pierre: Yeah, surely you wanna eat too?

Y/n: Yeah, okay let's get going.

The two of them went down to dinner; speaking the whole way there.

Y/n: So, Pierre? You ready for Monaco?

Pierre: I'm excited to say the least. It's always an eventful race. Are you going to come?

Y/n: I- She went quiet, she didn't know what to tell him.

Pierre: Sorry, I didn't even think there... Um, what's your plans for the summer? **

Y/n liked how Pierre immediately changed the subject, she didn't even have to force it. It's like he's known her forever.

** The two of them spoke for what felt like hours and Y/n really felt as if she had somebody she could trust in her life again.

Later, once they arrived back home, Charles had finished on the call and was watching a movie.

Charles: Hey! How was dinner?

Y/n: Great thanks. I'll be heading to bed now though, night guys.

P&C: Night.

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Charles' POV

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Charles: So, you and Y/n are getting along well.

Pierre: She's great, super easy to talk to.

Charles: Mmhmm, I bet.

Pierre: Mate, don't be like that... I just met the girl.

Charles: Haha; I'm glad she's comfortable with you, it's time she had a new person in her life.

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End Charles' POV

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Y/n slept awfully that night, she had the nightmare again. Hands all over her. A heaviness crushing her. Not being able to breathe. She woke up gasping for air, crying all over again.

Charles came rushing in: "Y/n?! Are you okay?"

Y/n: Y-yeah, sorry. Bad dream I guess.

Charles: What about?

Y/n: Oh, um... I don't really remember.

Charles: You can tell me y/n.

Y/n: I really can't... sorry Charles. I'm okay, though. I am.

Charles: Y/n, nobody who cries for help in their dream is okay.

Y/n: I'm fine Charles. It was just a dream.

Charles: Okay, I won't pry. Sleep well Y/n.

Y/n: Actually... could you um... never mind. Night Charles.

Charles: No no, could I what? Do you need me to stay?

Y/n: It's silly, forget it.

Charles: No sis, I'll stay till you fall back asleep.

Y/n: Thanks...

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The next morning Y/n woke up with a killer headache. She walked down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Pierre: Morning.

Charles: Hey sunshine.

Arthur: Sleep well?

Y/n: Hey guys, kinda.

Charles: You okay?

Y/n: I am now that I see the food! Who cooked?

Charles: I did, figured I'd help you. And that's not what I meant Y/n...

Y/n: Surprised you didn't burn the house down. Anyway, isn't it media day today?

Y/n ignored the question Charles asked. Ignoring was better than lying. Charles noticed this but decided not address it.

Charles: Yip, so we'll be back just before dinner.

Pierre: Half day for me though. I'll be back just after lunch.

Y/n: Awesome, I'll go shopping then be back by the time you're back Pierre.

Pierre: Sounds cool.

Charles: Be safe y/n.

Y/n: I will. Don't worry.

Arthur: Cool, we're heading out now. Byeeee!

Y/n: Bye!