𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮; oscar piastri ✔

PROLOGUE

I'm back!! I've had this in the vault since I finished White Flag but because of exams etc I didn't want to publish it when I couldn't focus on it - and then Oscar won his first GP in Hungary! No matter the controversy, I thought now would be a good time to bring this fic to life, especially with all the love for White Flag. So enjoy, and be nice - social aus still throw me off haha.
Love you all <3

Word count; 2,205

Addison

— September 10th, 2016. Bristol, England.

The sunlight had already started to turn, plagued by the autumn that would come. I readjusted a strand of hair behind my ear, aligning my club to the ball. One breath; another. My eyes followed the ball as it fell in one smooth curve over the lawn, landing a hundred-and-fifty yards away. Ma - still sat by the bar - pet her hands together neatly, quick to return back to her coconut daiquiri. I thought to look at her, spare a smile - given that she was often gone by this point, facing other errands - but my attention landed elsewhere; a car pulling up at the lot, blasting Lady Gaga, stopping abruptly as the ignition switched off and three doors opened.

I know that car.

My brows knit together. I didn't know whether to be gladdened, surprised, frustrated. All the moms had already started to mutter with one another at the bar, disappointed at the fact that their serenity had been interrupted. After all, the members that attended this club were polite and respectful; they would make their arrival quietly, approach the front desk, check out their pack of golf clubs - or sign up for an hour rented. Everyone apart from him.

Ma stared at me, as if predicting what would come next.

She knew that car too.

I relocated the ball I had hit, which only then did I realise had landed a hundred-and-fifty yards closer to the main building; that same front desk, housed in a structure that seemed to be hand crafted from the fifties. Bringing a hand to my brows, white sunlight harrowing the sky, I examined the grass ahead of me, only to be interrupted once more. The three from the car had found their way out of the main building, practically hanging off of each other, harrassing each other, dragging the attentions of everyone around them. Clearly in a good mood.

It had been seven months since I had last seen him, though the difference between then and now was minimal. Same cropped, curly hazelnut hair; same short sleeved sweater. Before I knew it, he was looking at me too, his feet crossing the lawn between us. I sighed, glancing at the caddy behind me; Ma had momentarily turned her attention back to the open air bar.

"Marley." He grinned.

I was waiting to smell the rum on him, knowing it wouldn't be the first time he had disregarded a law. "Lando."

"How you doing?"

I could feel Ma's gaze pierce my back, "I was about to finish up."

"Really?" He frowned, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Golf had never been his strongest point, we both knew that. He only came here every few months of so - the only time I saw him at all. But we also both knew that I wouldn't stop a play half way.

I nodded, directing my club towards the caddy. "You?"

"Me?" He seemed genuinely confused.

"How are you?" I smiled politely.

"Well, you know-"

One of his friends beckoned him, tearing apart the peace once more.

"Good to see you." I was already turning, hurrying back to Ma by the bar.