THE END | Oscar Piastri

34. anniversary

Sav's pov

As soon as my eyes are opened I'm on my phone, pulling up Lando's contact and FaceTiming him as soon as possible.

I hate that we couldn't be together for our one year anniversary. I'm in Argentina for tour, and he's in England to do whatever it is he does at Red Bulls factory.

But I sent him a new pair of AirPods. He lost his pair two weeks ago and has been using his old wired ones that barely work.

Lando's eating when he picks up the phone. "Did you get my gift?" I ask, half asleep. My eyes aren't even fully opened yet, but I manage a half lazy smile.

"Mhm." He hums out, nodding. A warming smile accompanies the sound. He turns his head to the side slightly, showing off the shiny white AirPod sticking out of his ear.

"Why the sudden gift? I said I would buy a new pair, you didn't have to do it for me." He jokes with a small laugh. The smile on his face is still present, while the one on mine falls.

Sudden gift? Had he forgotten about our anniversary? I mean I know I saw somewhere that guys don't care about anniversaries as much as girls do, but I thought at least he would care a little.

Maybe he just didn't look at the date today. "You know it's the fourteenth, right?" I laugh slightly, more a nervous laugh than one of humor.

But my theory goes out the window when he nods with a little laugh. "Yeah, I've got a lot of work to do today."

I didn't know such casual words could shatter a heart.

I take in a shallow deep breath, trying to hold back the tears that are building up behind my eyes and in my throat. "I'll leave you to that then." I try to say as level and natural as possible, but my voice still manages to crack.

I hang up before he can get another word in, the wall I had been putting up against the tears crumbling down.

I feel so pathetic. I'm overthinking it. There's no way he just forgot about our anniversary, he's just pretending he is cause he's going to surprise me with something, right? He said he cared. He does. I know he does. It's an honest mistake, isn't it?

I call Logan, tears still streaming heavily. I can't even control them at this point. They've created a constant flow out of my eyes and it's now staining the pillow below my face.

Logan answers the phone with a smile, but that quickly changes once he actually sees my face. "Jesus Christ Savannah what happened?" He asks, a mix of horror and concern in his tone.

I can hardly even talk through the tears. "He fucking forgot." I hiccup in between each word of my sentence.

A look of realization and maybe even anger takes over Logan's face. "He forgot your anniversary?" For some reason, my best friend remembering the date and not my actual boyfriend makes me cry even harder, which I didn't even think was possible.

I can only nod. I don't think actual words would come out if I tried to answer.

"What an ass. I'm sorry Sav, I wish I was there to make it better." I don't even care that he just called Lando an ass, if anything he deserves it. But I do feel bad now that I dumped my problems on to Logan.

I shake my head, swallowing the tears down but they continue in a steady flow down my face. "Don't apologize it wasn't your fault. It's just, it's just so stupid. I mean, it's not like we're married." I bury my face in the sheets, letting the warmth of them act as a hug.

"It's not stupid Savannah. He's stupid. Remember a date like that is the bare minimum." I hear Logan say, his voice impatient and I don't know if it's towards me or Lando. "What's your room number?" The question comes randomly, it nearly shocks me out of my sorrows.

"223, why?" I figured he was trying to distract me, I once watched a show where the mom asked her child random questions to distract it from throwing a tantrum. But that wasn't Logan's objective. "We just got you room service." He explains shortly, a small sad looking smile on his face. We?

"We?" I ask, and even if Logan's objective wasn't to distract me, it's actually worked out that way. "Yeah, uh Oscar is here too."

Oh my god. My face turns red from embarrassment, and it's then I noticed the tears have stopped flowing out of my eyes.

I cover my eyes with my hand, shaking my head over and over. "I had no clue. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have called if I knew you guys were hanging out." Even if the tears have stopped traveling out of my eyes, they still seem to have an affect on my voice as it wobbles while I talk.

"Don't feel bad, I told him to take the call." It's not Logan who spoke that time, but it's Oscar. And I think my ears are playing tricks on me because he sounds sorry.

Are you okay? You sounded upset when you hung up.

The text comes in from Lando, and the tears start building again. I only take it as confirmation that he actually forgot.

"I just don't know what to do." Do I call him out for forgetting? Or do I let him remember on his own? "I'd say dump him." Logan jokes, a small laugh added. It's his weird way of trying to make me feel better.

By now, the waterworks have started their steady stream again. Not in full sobs, though. "Tell him he forgot, give him the chance to set it right." The wise words come from Oscar, surely driven by his want to help a friend and an old teammate.

Even so, he's right. It would be stupid to break up with him over a forgotten date, even if that date meant a lot to me. It's just one slip up.

"Yeah, I'll go talk to him. Thanks Lo, and you too Oscar." Logan gives me another small smile before I hang up.

I then open Lando's contact, and stare at the message. For too long apparently, because he texts again.

Don't leave me on read🙁

I'd forgotten I turned read receipts on for him.

It's our one year btw.

He reads it right away, but takes another minute for the text bubbles to appear, and another minute for the text to appear.

Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid. I'll make it up to you the next time I see you. I love you so so much Savannah please don't think otherwise.

It took him a whole minute to type that out?

Ok.

In most situations, I probably would've giggled at parts of his message. But this isn't one of those situations, obviously.

I want to believe him, I do, and part of me does. The other part of me, the part I've been trying to silence, is whispering in my ear, telling me I'm only delaying the inevitable between us.

Don't be mad at me please. I've been so stressed and busy lately. I would've never forgotten about it if I wasn't, I promise you.

Was that supposed to make me feel better? Sure, it was his truth, but it felt like an excuse too.

I don't get much longer to overthink it. Lila comes into the room, carrying my gift from Logan and Oscar, and urging me to get out of bed and get ready for the day.

I'll talk to you later.

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A/N - I don't like how this is written but I don't have the energy to rewrite the whole thing😓