Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic

Chapter 6- Lost

Eliana:
Despite not thinking I'd see lando much until the beginning of the season, I actually spent more time with him at the MTC. We initially ran into each other on Wednesday and then he came up with the idea, surprisingly, to make some pre-season TikTok's. 'To beat Aston Martin' he assured me. I'm not so sure, but I obliged anyways. They were fun to film, and we had to remake them about 20 times because we couldn't stop laughing. I have a nice stash of videos to post throughout the season though, so I can't complain. It's nice to know that Lando is quite willing to do anything, he's one of the youngest so he's more likely to get the ideas I throw at him, which saves me from confusing the fuck out of him.

I try my best to steer clear of Oscar now as well. The less I see of him, the better. I initially thought I was only going to spend a few days here before Bahrain, but I've been here nearly every day for the past week, so the possibility of bumping into Oscar has increased, to my great displeasure.

Tomorrow I fly out to Bahrain, as in actually hop on a plane with Scarlet and a few others on the team, zoom over the world for 6 hours, and land in the sunny Persian Gulf. I still don't think I've fully clocked it.

My bags, however, have fully clocked it. My first race to pack for and it's like I'm going for a whole month. I've got my team kit that I'll be wearing at the track, but I've also got normal clothes to wear throughout the weekend, a bikini to wear at the pool, and some nice clothes to wear for a night out that Scarlet has promised me. Plus a fuck tonne of shoes. In my defence, I've packed for two race weekends, since there's no point in me returning back to the UK for 3 days. Livia, being the best friend in the world, helped me pack as soon as I phoned her asking her to help me, but we ended up getting distracted with gossip. And then when I broke down saying I'd miss her. So let's just hope I haven't forgotten anything.

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We touched down in Bahrain at 7:45pm yesterday night, and let's just say that I'm never going to be able to go on a normal flight again. Because what the fuck. I know f1 has money but you don't know it till you're actually living it. Good Lord. We got to our hotel, about a 30 minute drive from the track, and had a nice greeting meal with everyone who had arrived that day, like a big old family.

Now, though, I'm panicked with anxiety as it's my first day actually helping Lando with media day. I've done things like this before, but only with minor celebrities, and never somewhere where you can get fined for being late. So I'm on Lando's ass pretty much the whole day, much to his annoyance, but he's told me multiple times throughout the day that it's fine because it's my first day, playfully nudging my arm to make me smile. Which works, by the way. I haven't known him for long, but he's worked his slimy way into my heart, and taken root. So I don't think he'll be leaving me soon, or vice versa.

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I've lost him. I've fucking lost Lando like he's a child. He's got 15 minutes before he needs to do his press conference with Fernando, Alex, Zhou, and Carlos and I've fucking lost him. I'm going to lose my job. He's going to get penalised and it's going to be my fault. What am I going t-

"You good?" A voice from down the hallway of the McLaren garage interrupts my thoughts.
I look up to where the voice came from. Great, the last person I want to see.

"Yeah I'm fine" I huff

"K." He says whilst closing his driver's room door.
I hesitate, then rush to his door and almost shout "Do you know where Lando is?" the door halts.

"It's just that he's got about 10 minutes before he needs to be in the press conference and I'm freaking out because I've lost him."

"You've... lost him?" He deadpans, whilst turning around and opening his door further.