𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠; oscar piastri ✔

PART SIX

Oscar is such a tease in this istg

Word count; 1,700

Mirabella

— May 28th, 2023. Monte Carlo, Monaco.

I crouched by a plant pot - many of them dotted around the pool - hoping to prop up my phone but failing each time. The moment I'd find a decent angle, it would tumble over, discontent with its position. Beside me, someone chuckled; I glared at Oscar, the culprit of the action.

"You think that's funny?"

He didn't say anything, only smile. He had already swam a few laps in my absence and now, amused at my struggling, propped himself on the curb of the pool, arms extended. I rolled my eyes, turning back to my phone and - once again - having no success.

Still in the same spot, Oscar proposed, "Do you want me to?"

Instinctively, my eyes found him in a glare, only to be met with that same smile.

Narrating my lack of an answer, "You're trying to take a photo right?"

"I am." I responded cautiously.

"Do you want me to?" He offered out his hand.

I was squinting at him against the sunlight, "Would you mind?"

He shrugged, arm still outstretched. I stood upright, only to crouch again as I handed him my phone.

"Don't drop it." I pointed a finger at him.

"No promises." He leaned his elbows on the parapet of the pool, examining the screen.

I returned to my original position, leaning on the fence nearby that enclosed the hotel - pool included. Oscar tapped the screen a few times, repositioning his arms every now and then.

"Have you done this before?" I smirked.

"Maybe." He beamed, revealing his face from behind the phone, "Look up a bit more."

I chuckled at his expertise, obliging his command.

"Work it, girl-" He laughed before he could finish the sentence.

I spat out a giggle, covering my mouth.

"I think that was the worst thing I've ever said." He snickered, holding out my phone.

Taking it, I sat beside him, legs lounging in the pool like when we first met. I balanced my sunglasses on the top of my head, swiping through my camera roll.

"Are they good?"

I had tried to hide my grin as I looked through them; not because it was me, but because it was him who took them.

"They're okay." I jested, eyeing him.

"Yeah, right." He inclined his head, hoping to find view of my screen.

Feeling  his breaths hit my knuckles, I focused on the photos, opposing the quickening beat in my chest.

"That one's nice."

His words divided my mind, snatched my inhale. I swiped back to the previous picture.

"This one?"

He bobbed his head; I didn't ask why. I posted it to Instagram almost immediately. He sunk back into the pool, dipping his head beneath the surface, slicking his hair away from his eyes with his hands. I leaned backwards, slipping my phone into my handbag beside my towel. The second I looked back, his palm gripped around my wrist, yanking me into the water.