Motorsport One shots x Y/n

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A/n: Ok first of all, thank you so much for 106 reads in the first hour of posting the first parts of this book 🥳😂! Anyway, looking at the number of reads on each section, people are liking Ollie Bearman so I will do some more in the coming weeks! Enjoy! Trinni Xx

You left the F2 grandstands after the Spa qualifying to head back to your cousins house for the rest of the week. As you headed out the exit, a section of a team walked past quickly. A rush of people behind you sent you onto the ground, none of them apologising. They were all shouting for one of the people in the team that had gone past.
"OLLIE! CAN I HAVE A PHOTO PLEASE?"
"OLLIE! IM A HUGE FAN!" Was the overwhelming quote you were hearing. You quickly got up only to be shoved again due to you getting up actually very close to the driver Oliver Bearman.
"Gosh! Can people stop shoving!" You shouted as three more people barged past you, making you stumble.
"You're in the way! And you don't look like you want to be here so GO AWAY!!" A girl shouted behind you, shoving you towards the edge of the crowd. There were people in the way so you couldn't get out the middle of it all. You somehow ended up in the front where there was a circle of team members around Ollie Bearman, stopping the crowd from getting to him. Another girl behind you shoved you as you were 'ruining her view' which sent you into the circle towards Ollie.

He caught your arm as you stood back up straight, you also flipping off the girl.
"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" You shouted at her. "I don't even want to be here! I was trying to get to my car!"

"Are you okay?" Ollie asked me, taking me by surprise.
"Uh, yea fine. Maybe a little bruised." You answered quickly. "Anyway, I'm going because that's what I was trying to do in the first place..." you said again, glaring at the people who had pushed you around before.
"Are you sure your okay?" Ollie asked again, something clearly bothering him about you.
"Yes I'm fine! Yea, ok, I'm going. Good luck in the race tomorrow!" You pushed through the crowd and got out to the car park.

You flopped down in your car and pulled down the 'sun shield' (idk what it's actually called) and opened the mirror to do your make up before dinner. You gasped as you saw that your nose was bleeding.
"Fucking fans..." you hollered, getting some tissues from the centre console, gently dabbing around your nose as the actual flow of blood had stopped. You realised that Ollie was asking wether you were okay multiple times because of your nose bleed.

You drove back to your cousins house in Marmedy (a town near Spa). When you got back, you flopped down on the sofa next to your cousins' dog and pulled out your phone to a notification.

Instagram:
Ollie Bearman has followed you!

You stared at your phone in surprise of the Brit finding your Instagram and following.

"Hey Y/n, you okay?" Y/C/N asked walking into the room.
"Y- yea..." you answered, glancing up at them before looking back to your phone. Y/C/N walked over to the back of the sofa and looking over your shoulder.
"How come Ollie Bearman is following you? Does he like follow back everyone who follows him?" They asked. You shook your head. "Also how come you have dried blood on your nose?"

You licked your finger and wiped it off of your nose.
"Y/n... answer the question..."
"I got shoved around a bit earlier when I tried to leave." You answered eventually.
"Why?" Y/C/N was a little confused.
"Ollie Bearman in fact had gone out just before me and a crowd of people wanted photos and stuff. And I got caught in the midst of it."
"You mean people shoved you out of the way?!" You knew that Y/C/N would more or less murder someone who would hurt you.
"It's fine though, I'm still alive." You smiled.

You clicked onto Instagram to see Ollie had posted on his story. You began flicking through until there was a plain black page with some writing on.

I was a little disappointed to see a girl who didn't even want to have a photo get shoved around earlier when fans were trying to get a photo. She had a nose bleed when she was shoved between the security and into me. I would like to remind fans to be respectful of others and be aware of the strength of a big moving group of people.

Thank you for the support over this weekend!

Ollie had posted about you. He Backed you up against his own fans. Your Instagram also had a message from him which you weren't particularly surprised about. But it was still incredibly sweet.

Hi! I believe you are the girl who got pushed around earlier! Just wanted to check up and see if you're okay! :)

You moved your hand over your mouth at the message.

Hi! Thanks so much for checking up! Really sweet of you! Yes I'm fine, might be a little sore tomorrow but I'll still come to the Feature Race! Great qualifying! :)

He messaged back almost immediately.

Ok good, nothing too serious! Hopefully see you tomorrow!

You:
Yes! Good luck! X

X. Why did you write X? Were you stupid or something? You were going to make him think you were another of the girls who run around after him. You quickly edited the message, deleting the 'X' but as it turned out, Ollie had seen it.

Aw, where'd the X go! I was gunna go to bed after that! 😭

You:
Are you normally this flirtatious with racing fans?

Ollie Bearman:
Wouldn't say normally... special people only.

You:
Mmk, Gn. X

Ollie Bearman:
Yay! I got an X! X

You laughed lightly at the last message making your cousin look over.
"What you laughing at?" They asked.
"Just a message from a friend..." you smiled back.

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The next day at the feature race, you followed the instructions on another message Ollie and sent you.

If you wait next to the road near the tens car park I'll find you and get you into the paddock :)

You spotted him as he crossed the road.

"Hey... Y/n is it?" Ollie greeted and asked.
"Yea, how are you?" You asked politely.
"Fine! Hope you feel better after yesterday... sorry."
"Why are you apologising? It wasn't your fault." He shrugged at you before pulling and card out his pocket.
"Managed to get a paddock pass for you though! Make up for yesterday." Ollie handed it to you.
"Oh my gosh! Thank you! You don't need to make up for yesterday! It literally wasn't your fault." You said, putting it in your jacket pocket.

After a little while of chatting, you both headed towards the paddock. As you were about to go in, you noticed one of the girls who shoved you the previous day. She gave you a glare before you gave her one of your infamous death stares back. She turned and stalked off back to wherever she came from.

"You okay?" Ollie asked as you got through the barriers.
"Yea, just saw one of the girls from yesterday though." You responded grimly. He didn't say anything but put an arm round your shoulder and pulling you closer to him, sending butterflies to your stomach even though you were pretty sure you did not have a crush.

You looked up and he looked down on you, both beaming at each other.