THE END | Oscar Piastri

39. daylight

Sav's pov

The golden morning sun shines it's way through my thin eyelids, waking me up. It's light is warm, and warms not only my skin but also the comfortable bed beneath me.

While the bed is comfortable, the pillow beneath my head is not. It's a solid rock, and even when I try to sink my head deeper into it to fluff it, it doesn't budge. I don't remember it being that solid when I fell asleep last night.

I open my eyes, having every intention to manually fluff the pillow up but I'm startled when I'm not met with a pillow and am instead met with a clothed chest.

It startles me so bad, I accidentally roll off the bed with a loud yelp. A groan sounds from the bed, undoubtedly from a man. My head is spinning, which reminds me of how I went out for drinks with Logan last night after the race. Great, a hangover and a man in my bed.

"Savannah? You okay?" Oh my fucking god. No. No no no no no no no no no. Maybe if I don't say anything he'll disappear. Maybe my hangover created the accent and it's actually some random stranger and not him.

But nope. Oscar's head pops up from the bed, looking down at me with a look of concern and I'm sure the look on my face is nothing short of horror.

I notice his clothes are still on, and quickly turn my gaze to my own body. My dress from last night is still on. Oscar must've recognized my panic, because he says, "don't worry, we didn't do anything." He still looks concerned, sounds it too. A loud sigh of relief is my instant reaction.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" He looks sorry now, and I shake my head at his question. "Only that I went out with Logan and had a couple drinks." He laughs, offering me a hand to help me back up onto the bed. "A couple is an understatement." He grabs an unopened bottle of water from the nightstand, opens it, and hands it to me. I thank him quietly.

Oscar's pov

"Logan, can we go back?" Savannah asks him, looking terribly tired and on the verge of falling asleep where she stands. She's had more than a few drinks, which has only ever made her extremely tired.

Logan was having fun, and I could tell that he really didn't want to go, but agreed to take her back anyway. He hadn't drank anything.

I interject before they reach the door, "I can take her back, I was just going to head back myself." Logan looks thankful, and glances over at Savannah as if to ask her what she wanted to do. She was half asleep on his arm and only nodded.

It's an easy transition from his arm to mine. She rests her full weight on me, and I have to wrap an arm around her to keep her up. Not that she's heavy, but being as tired as she is, she's practically dead weight.

I manage to get her into the passenger seat of my rental safely, without a bump or a scratch on her. It's not until I get into my side of the car that I realize I had forgotten to buckle her in. She's already asleep against the window, and I didn't want to wake her up.

I lean across her to retrieve the seatbelt. "Sorry about this." I say, knowing she probably can't hear me. Once I've successfully buckled her seatbelt in, I do mine up and start the car on its route to her hotel.

It's silent. I didn't want to turn on the music in case it woke her up, so I'm left with nothing but the car's noises. That was, until she spoke up.

"You're so pretty, Osc."

I don't say anything and I don't spare her a glance. But my face heats up and I think I stop breathing for a moment. I remind myself that she's both tired and drunk, which means she really doesn't know what she's saying.

"I've always thought that you were pretty."

I still don't say anything. Hoping that if I don't acknowledge it, she'll stop. She doesn't.

"You remind me of wild flowers."

It's nonsense. She's not in her right mind, I tell myself again. "Thank you." I finally say, though I don't really intend on holding onto the compliment. I know it's probably just a fluke.

Something between a hum and a sigh comes from her, and when I look over at her, she's back asleep against the glass of the window. I convince myself that I imagined the conversation.

She's still asleep when we get to her hotel. I consider carrying her to her room, but I don't think that would be practical. I shake her shoulder lightly, and she stirs, but doesn't wake fully.

I get out and round the car to her side, unbuckling the belt for her, apologizing for it again. I shake her once again, a little more pressure this time.

"We're at your hotel, Sav." I tell her, hoping it'll get her up. She only nods, and makes a half attempt at standing. I realize I'll have to help her all the way to her room, something I predicted and prepared to do anyway.

Once again, she rests her whole weight against me, and I have to support her with an arm around her waist. Her arms are around my neck this time, and her head is in my chest, which makes it harder to walk. Not a problem, considering the elevator doors are close to the entrance anyway. I just hope the same can be said about her room.

Thankfully, her room was just around the corner from the elevators. I let her fall onto the bed first before moving her into a more comfortable position and folding the covers over her.

I turn to leave, tired myself and wanting to get back to my hotel, but I'm stopped by her grip on my wrist. "Oscar?" I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it's only a thank you.

I turn towards her. Her eyes are only half open. "I want you to stay." It's not a thank you. I prepare a response, an easy letdown with short explanation but she speaks again before I can get it out. "Please."

I can't turn her down. There's something in her eyes and her expression as a whole that makes it impossible for me to say no. So I agree.

I try to go grab extra sheets from the closet, but her hand pulls me back. "Where are you going?" She asks, completely innocent. "To make another bed." I explain shortly.

Her laugh is more of a giggle. It's quiet and short though. "This one's plenty big, I don't mind sharing." She finally drops my hand, turning over on her side.

I lay on the empty side, right on the edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between the two of us as possible.

It's no use. She rolls up to my side, and wraps her arms around me, placing her head against my chest. Again, I have to tell myself that it's not real. Her brain is all jumbled and I can guarantee that she won't remember any of this in the morning.

Which is why the only thing I do is run a hand through her hair, justifying it by reminding myself that it helps her fall asleep.

I just hope neither of us deeply regret this in the morning.

Sav's pov

After he's explained the entire thing to me, I fall to my side, hiding my face in the white sheets out of embarrassment. "I'm so sorry." My apology is muffled by the sheets, but he hears it anyway. "Don't be, if I had a problem with it I wouldn't have stayed." He sounds genuine, but I'm sure he only said it to make me feel better.

After a moment longer he speaks up again. "I have a flight to catch." He explains, the bed shifting beside me when he stands up. I finally sit up when his footsteps stop.

He's standing my the door. "Don't think too much about it." He says with a small smile on his face, his hand on the door handle already.

"Okay." Is all I say in response, and he leaves out the door.

Did I mean everything I said last night? Yes, deep down I know I did. I would never tell him that, though. His face had turned a deep shade of red while explaining everything. Surely I'd made him uncomfortable.

And besides, it doesn't matter if there's any lingering feelings. He's moved on.

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