Oscar:
The aircon is cold against my skin, sending waves of goosebumps along my bare arms. My legs are already cramping from the lack of movement, and i genuinely want to jump off this plane. At the last minute i decided that i wanted to go back to Melbourne to visit my family, but now im regretting the decision. Okay, im not, but my body is. I dont think i was made to be cramped on a flying tin can for 18+ hours. When another wave of goosebumps crashes along my skin i grab the blanket the airline gave everyone. I should probably get some sleep anyways because im going to be jet lagged when we land, which i am enthralled about. Once protected from the onslaught of coldness, my eyes drift closed.
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What a shit fucking race. Well, actually it wasn't too bad, but i need points. I need to know that i have a chance, that i can do this. That im not a failure to the team, to Lando. As much as i rely on them for a good car, they rely on me to push it to its limits, and i don't know if im doing that.
I need to meet with Cody to go over some content for the media, and some other things, but i dont really pay attention to him much these days, i just do whats required of me. It's the least i can do.
Im waiting in my driver room, scrolling on my phone, when Cody waltzes in.
"Hey, you good?" he questions
"Yeah. im fine, i think." i respond, releasing a breath i didn't know i was holding.
"Okay." he looks at me sadly, "You can let it out on me, if you want?"
I smile a little, "No, mate, im fine. Honestly."
He nods then pulls out his laptop, fiddling with some things, "Shit. i left my charger."
"Where? Do you need it?" i ask, sitting up.
"Yeah." he bites his lip, looking up to the ceiling in thought, "I think it's in Lando's drivers room."
His eyes meet mine when i ask, "Why is it in there?"
"Me and Eli were working in there earlier."
I just stare at him, a question hanging between us in the distance.
"He lets us because he's barely in there. And its quiet." he smiles at me, "Can you grab it whilst i set this up, get it done quicker? It's on the table i think."
I just sigh and get up, making my way to Lando's driver room.
The door is slightly open, so he's clearly not in it, so i walk in and grab the charger that is laying on the coffee table. When i right myself again and turn to leave my eyes snag on something. In the semi-darkness it's difficult to notice anyone else in the room, but right there on his sofa is Eliana. The light rise and fall of her chest tells me shes asleep. Why is she here? Asleep? I notice her flushed cheeks and the goosebumps covering her skin and, as if on cue, a wave of cold air brushes my skin. Fuck, why has Lando got it on so cold? Freak. It's those hoodies he wears, stuck to his skin, I swear.
I stare at her for a while, watching her peacefully, stuck to my place. I could easily just turn around and leave, but i cant. My feet move before i even fully realise, taking me towards a cupboard, twin to my room. I know there's a blanket in here, we both get one every race weekend. I pull it out when my fingers brush against it, opening it up. I place the charger back on the coffee table and walk over to her. If she wakes up i'll have to explain what im doing. And i cant do that. Because what would i say? 'Didn't want you to get cold'? 'Saw you shivering and felt compelled to warm you up'? No. So i just lightly place the blanket over her, ensuring that she's fully covered. The charger is back in my hand and im at the doorway within a matter of seconds. I take one look back then close the door, pushing the handle so it's as quiet as it can be.
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I jolt awake, lungs rising and falling like i ran a marathon. Every time I shut my eyes she's there. Im not going to be able to look at a blanket the same again. Or her. I push the blanket off of me and lay my head back, releasing a sigh to get my breath back. They say that memories resurfaced in dreams are those of importance or of deepest desires. But that one hasnt just resurfaced in my dreams. Its haunted them. It follows me around like a bad deed. Clings to me like sweat on a warm day. Teeters on the corners of my mind, and no matter what i do, i cant seem to shake it. A week of torture does something to any man, but a week of being reminded how you cared for someone, someone you despise, someone who makes your blood boil, not for show, but out of pure selfish desire, is something entirely different. No one knows, and yet i feel like i just exposed my deepest secret to the world.
Since i stepped out of that room my brain has been on constant alert, waiting for a slight malfunction in its systems. I dont know why i did it. I dont know why im still caught up on it. And i cant for the life of me understand why i care.
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Word Count: 952
Authors note:
This is so short but it's just a filler I swear it's gonna get good 🙏🙏
Anyways... Oscar with those mixed signals?! Man needs to go to a therapist or something fr.
I'll TRYYYYY and give you a double upload tomorrow since I didn't post yesterday and this one is short... but we shall see. 👀👀
AUF WIEDERSEHEN, Freya xx
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Cropped out - an Oscar Piastri x OC fic
RomanceEliana is an aspiring photographer, having worked in low-level marketing and media jobs she finally found her place in f1. That is until she meets someone and ends up on the wrong foot. Their tension must snap at some point. The question is when.
