The McLaren Boys (Oscar Pastry)

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Rose Russo

I was waiting for Oscar to get ready, standing in front of his hotel room. He was three minutes late. Maybe it seems weird, but I'm always on time and I can't stand people who are late.
(girly same🙄)

After five more minutes I decided to knock and the door opened almost immediately.
"I am so sorry." he said. I smiled and observed him for the first time now.

He was only had a towel around his torso showing his bare chest to me.
I'm not gonna lie, his upper part of the body was really beautiful.

"Like what you see, Russo?" he said. How good my surname rolled off his tongue.
Not the time, Rose. Stop.

"Are you blushing?" he smiled sheepishly at me.
"You wish, Piastri." I answered, but I knew that he was right, as I could feel the warm feeling travelling on my cheeks.

"How long do you need?" I asked.
"Not long, but I would appreciate it if you would help me to choose the outfit." he answered.
"Yeah, sure."  I replied and was slightly flustered by his request.

I walked into his room and it was a mess. Clothes were everywhere and there was broken glass all over the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about the mess..." he started, but I knew how he felt. I was the same after the breakup with Lance.

"Don't apologise. I know how you feel." I reassured him and he looked at me confused, but asked nothing.

There were two outfits sitting on his bed.
The first one was a black button up with some jeans. I quite liked it, but it just wasn't the hit.
The second one was some random baggy jeans with a tropic shirt. I liked it more, because it was the thing he should wear on an evening like this.

"I like this one better." I pointed my finger at the outfit.
He swiftly grabbed it and went to the bathroom, so he can dress up. No, he went there to put a toothbrush up his ass, like what the fuck, Rose?

Meanwhile I started to clean his room. Folding up the messy clothes and I even found a broom so I could sweep the shattered glass away.

I was wondering what took Oscar so long, but when I turned around I saw him observing me.

"So you like it clean, huh?" he asked teasingly. I didn't like to talk about my condition. OCD wasn't something you should be proud of.

"Yeah, sorry. I just-" he cut me off.
"I know you have OCD. I see you closing the doors exactly four times. You have to pull the chair out two times before you sit down. And I never saw anything messy around you." he explained to me.
"How do you know all that?" I asked slightly worried that he stalked me or something like that.
"I like observing things. I watch people. I always did." he answered.

"I know what you mean. I did that all my childhood." I smiled at him, even though he didn't have to know the real reason for that.

"So... shall we go?" I slowly ask and see how his expression moved from smiling to grinning.
"Let's get drunk, baby!" he laughed and I did too.
I could never see him as a party freak, but maybe he would change my mind.
(i see him as s big party freak tbh🗣️)

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When we arrived at the club, he went straight to the bar and asked for two drinks.
"Two Vodkas, please." he commanded to the bartender. The guy just nodded and in a few seconds the drinks were ready.

"It's like you read my mind, Piastri." I smirked.
"So you like Vodka?" he asked.
"Oh, I love Vodka." i answered sheepishly.
(too many bad memories about vodka, but still love it)

We were spending the evening  dancing, drinking and laughing at strangers. Some of them are really fucking weird.

We even saw a girl who poured her alcohol on her boyfriend, because he wanted to go to the bathroom.

After a while we headed to the VIP section and to our surprise there was only a couple people.

After a few more drinks he was wasted. I have a pretty high alcohol tolerance, so it took more than six drinks to actually make me drunk.

"Kiss me." he whispered while we danced. I freezed and looked at him.
"You're drunk." I told him, obviously being the mature one here.
(obviously💅)

Don't understand me wrong. I would kiss him immediately, I just didn't want to take an advantage of him when he was drunk. He would probably regret it in the morning.

"I don't care. Kiss me." he told me again.
"Ask me again when we are sober." I winked at him and got us another drink.

The next time I looked at my watch, the clock was showing 02:47. We were both wasted by now and I just wanted to sleep. My head started to hurt and I could say it was the same with Oscar.

"Let's get a taxi." I suggested and he nodded way too enthusiastically. He was so drunk it was funny.

I called a taxi and on the way there Oscar was stumbling over every little curb and if I wasn't holding him, he would've collapsed right there, on the spot.

"To the hotel." I told the driver when and gave him the address. We both got in the car without any complications.

I just hope he doesn't barf all over me, or I will throw up too.

I helped Oscar into his room and laid him in his bed. I went to his bathroom for a garbage, but didn't find it in there.
I looked around the room and find the it next to his bed already.
He probably drank a lot these past few days.

His shirt was wet from the alcohol, so I decided to pull it off him.
"Oscar, lift up a little so I can take your shirt off." i whispered and my head was throbbing in pain. He grumbled a bit but still went into a sitting position.
I pulled his shirt off then his trousers.
After that, I folded both and laid them on a chair near the bed.

If I hadn't got any alcohol in my blood, i would've never done that.
He then laid back down and I covered him in the sheets.

I was about to leave when...
"Please, stay. I really don't want to be alone." he said with sadness lingering his voice. How could I say no to that.

I went to the bed and laid in it. It was so much better than mine. It was soft and my body felt like it belong here.
"Good night, Oscar." I said, but he didn't hear me anymore. He was asleep.

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I started shuffling in the bed, then opened my eyes and looked at my watch. It was 06:53. Today we had a free day before tomorrow's free practice.
That means I could be in bed for the whole day.
I almost forgot about the girls night with Lando.

I didn't usually get hangovers, but I assumed Oscar will definitely get one, so I got out of bed and went for a painkillers hunt.

I checked every single cupboard, except for one and of course they were in there.
I took one out of the box and poured him a glass of water, then sat it on his bedside table.

After about twenty minutes, his eyes opened and he shot straight up to sit. That wasn't a very good idea, as the pain was probably almost unbearable.

"Morning." I chirped and waved at him. "You have an Aspirin there." I showed him with my finger and he quickly grabbed it and chugged it down with water.

"How much did I drink yesterday?" he asked rubbing his head.
"Let's just say... a lot." I told him, slightly chuckling.

"Ah, fuck. My head hurts so bad." he groaned and covered himself with covers again. I did the same.

Then he sat up.
"Sit." he told me. I sat on the bed looking at him.
"You told me to wait till i'm sober." he said, looking me straight in the eyes.
"What?" I asked confused without a clue.
"Kiss me, Russo." he smirked, waiting for my reaction.

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SOOO????

the next chapter is smuuuut🤭

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