NIGHT CHANGES || Oscar Piastri

Christmas!

Christmas finally arrived. 

The next morning I had woken up to some sort of chaos and loud noises outside the lounge, and Oscar was still sound asleep next to me. His breathing always tensed as the laughter grew outside of the room, but always immediately calmed down straight after. I heard Charles' mumbles and mutters next room as he silently whispered to Cisca, who was obviously too full after two bowls of pudding last night and wasn't feeling too well at all.

I suddenly realised it was Christmas morning, and it was nine. I placed a gentle kiss on to Oscar's lips before slowly whipping the covers off of my body, crawling to the end of the bed and getting off. Before I even had the chance to get off properly, a pair of hands swiftly grasped me from behind and covered my mouth so I couldn't make a sound either. Gasping silently, I grumbled as I realised it was Oscar. 

"Oscar!" I muttered angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" 

"What do you think you're doing, that's what I should be asking you," His head turned to the side, gripping me tightly and not letting me go. "You're not leaving me here alone. And I mean it." I sighed deeply and recoiled from his grasp, but he held onto me even more tighter. I cursed at him. "Baby, the more you move, the tighter I'm going to hold you." I stopped reluctantly.

"Fine, but if you get me a bruise, I will kill you, Piastri," I muttered crossly and relaxed in his grip gently. Oscar stroked my hair smoothly before groaning and reaching for his phone and turning the alarm off. He sat up, hoisting me onto his lap and kissing me from behind. "Oscar, let's just fucking wake up. I'm not waiting for another half an hour. It's Christmas morning." 

"I won't get off this bed until I get my daily kiss," He said, passing his fingers through his messy hair and ruffling it. I shook my head, annoyed and turned around to him cupping my face and leaning in to place a gentle kiss onto my lips. He hummed in acceptance as I slid my hands under his shirt. "Alright, get up, before this gets too creepy and we start having sex."

~~

We both trudged out of the toilet after some time. 

The lounge was now fully decorated, and the smell of hot chocolate and milk filled the room with pleasure as Flo sat at the table, drinking up the spare milk they had in the kitchen for her 'breakfast drink'. Dad flicked through the TV channels, trying to find one that was playing Home Alone. Mum hummed to Christmas carols in the kitchen, making breakfast for all of us. I suspected Oliver was secretly gaming in his old room, while Cisca and Charles were packing up to go to Monaco for a quick visit to his parents. 

"Their relationship's not going to work out," Oscar muttered coldly as if he read my mind. I looked up at him in confusion, as he shook his head, ignoring my questioning. "I mean, if you do believe in the Carlos curse you'd know what I mean."

"Shut up, Oscar," I hugged him hard. "What do you want to do?"

"Explore the attic?" He mumbled. I shrugged as we walked back upstairs, reaching for the latch and pushing it aside. Oscar pulled the handle down to reveal some wooden foldable stairs, as he reached up and assembled them. I clambered up first, turning the lights on. He gaped as it showed a cosy room, the window seat next to the large window and curtains. A soft carpet was spread across the whole floor, as pillows and blankets were everywhere. Books, chargers, toys and drawing pads were everywhere as well. 

Oscar's eyes lit up as he rushed to the window seat. Outside it seemed to be covered in white silk; the snow had arrived in England overnight. The nearby children were playing, in their gloves, hats, coats, boots and warm masks over their mouths. Some of them made snow angels on the floor, while some threw snowballs at each other. One was building a snowman all on their own. 

"Can we go outside?" Oscar's kid side asked. 

"Yes, after breakfast though." I smiled. 

~~

The snow level was knee deep. 

Oscar's happiness could be seen as soon as he jumped straight into the snow, only his neck and head poking out the the snow. I was forced to stay in as Mum was worried I'd catch a cold, since I had been sneezing quite a lot straight after breakfast. I sat in the attic on the window seat, Oliver on the blankets on the ground while scrolling through his phone. 

I stared outside, jealousy filling myself as Flo joined Oscar in their snowball fight - they seemed like they had been best friends since childhood. I heard the latch being slid aside as me and Oli turned around at the same time. Lando clambered up the ladder, carrying a large tray of what seemed to be a kettel of hot water, five glasses and some chocolate powder. 

"Mum told us to make our own hot chocolate for once," He placed the tray down on the floor, as I went back to staring at them. Anger was creating hotness and it travelled through my body smoothly as I gripped the edge of the seat. "Are you jealous, Ali?" I rolled my eyes and flipped him off angrily. "Come on." 

A pair of hands gently pulled me off of the window sill as I cooled off calmly. Flo then came up to the attic, all changed out of her winter wear. I decided to wait for Oscar instead of joining the rest of them. The sky started lightening up by the time it had turned twelve in the afternoon, just three hours after I had immediately woke up. 

Oscar had came back in, us being alone in the attic as he searched through all the random cardboard boxes. Lando and Oliver had headed off together to play in the snow while Flo warmed up drinking some warm tea and eating some steak. 

"Hey, what's this?" Oscar had fished out a framed picture from the box. I walked over to him and took the picture. It was taken the day after Amelia's death. I was standing next to Lando, us being in a water park. Lando had a fake smile on while my I had my head bowed, my frown hidden underneath the sun hat Mum and bought me to cheer me up. We both had our bathing suits on and gripping each other's hands. "Oh shit. Don't tell me-"

"Yes, that's Amelia," I muttered under my breath. Memories came back to me quickly as he hugged me tightly, carressing my cheek gently. "Oscar, it's fine." But he still didn't let go of me and hugged me tightly very still. "Oscar." 

"No, Ali. I'm not letting you go."