New Romantics {Oscar Piastri} (Swift Series Book 1)

Chapter 9

I scroll through Twitter. Blocking random accounts that are still going on about my previous relationship and keep bringing up Taylor Swift. I'm honored to be compared to her but definitely not in this way. Our previous relationships are not their problem. All of the other posts are mainly everyone congratulating me on my second place in yesterday's Grand Prix. As well as memes about Oscar finishing in the same place he qualified. I sent one to Oscar and he just replied with the eye roll emoji. I giggled to myself as I sat up from my position on the couch in my hotel room. Oscar is staying in the same hotel for this weekend he is two floors below mine. We agreed to meet at the bar on the rooftop at 7pm and it is currently 6pm. I lift myself off of the couch and jump into the shower before throwing on a pair of linen pants and a crop top with some sneakers. After applying some light makeup I grab my phone and my hotel room card before walking out of my hotel room at exactly 7pm.

I walk out of the elevator on the top floor. The soft lights of the bar creates a nice atmosphere with nice music playing in the background. I walk over to a familiar figure sitting at probably the furthest table from the bar, overlooking Jeddah. "Hi, Oscar." I greet him and his head spins around at my voice. "Hi Hannah." He gets up to greet me with a hug, which I turn into a side hug. He brushes it off as I take my seat. "What can I get you to drink?" He asks me. "A fanta light please." I smile at him. A waiter meets him as he is halfway to the bar. He speaks to the waiter before returning to the table. I turn back to look out at the city lights.

Oscar lets out a small sigh and I turn my attention to him. "So, let's just get this out of the way, this situation sucks." Oscar says. "Yeah, you can say that again." I say with a small smile. "But I'm so glad they paired me with you and not some model or something." Oscar says, and my heart jumps slightly. "Really? You wouldn't rather have some stunning model next to you?" I ask him genuinely. "Nah, they are usually all looks and no brains. I like someone who I can talk to and have intellectual conversations with. Someone who I can talk in-depth about racing with. That's the type of girl I'm looking for. Yeah looks do play a part but I don't care if she isn't considered the most beautiful girl in the world by the internet, as long as I think she is the most beautiful girl in the world then that's all that matters to me." Oscar says which leaves me kind of speechless. "Damn, that's deep but I completely understand what you mean. I definitely also prefer that too, being able to have an intellectual conversation with someone. Someone who understands the intricate details of f1, even if I need to explain it all to them and they remember it, I don't care." I say with a laugh.

"Ok so this whole Instagram thing. Megan is pestering me and saying we have to post something." Oscar says. "I'm happy to post something first if you want. I'll take the first hit from the fans." I say with a laugh as I stand up, our empty glasses standing on the table. He stands too. "Do you want to take the photo now?" He asks. "Yeah we might as well. Then we can get Megan and Kaylee off of our backs." I say with a small laugh. "Ok what do you want to do?" He asks me. "Ok... take my hand and start walking." I say to him and he does so. I snap a photo of our linked hands as we walk along the tiled floor. The slight outdoor breeze chilling my warm skin. "Ok I got a few but this one is the nicest." I say to him and Oscar turns to look at my phone. "Yeah that's cute." He agrees. I post it on my story without tagging him as we are soft launching the relationship at the moment.

@HannahVenter

I wake up to find my Twitter blowing up. I scroll through the fans' comments and theories on who in could be. I laugh at the freaking out and send the funnies screenshots to Oscar who also enjoys them. I reply to some of the fans on my Stan account and interact with them, seeing what else they have to say. I love seeing their theories. People believe it could be Lando or Max Verstappen. I even saw some people debating that it is Kylian Mbappé, all because I spoke to him once before a Grand Prix on the grid last year. Someone even suggested that I got back with Harry Lewis, but the other fans shut that idea down really quickly.

I walk from the gym back to my room, quickly changing into my swim suit before making my way to the pool upstairs. I place my things on a sun lounger before stepping into the pool. The cool water hits my hot skin as I make my way deeper into the pool. I sigh at the feeling. I gently swim through the water, letting it cool me down before eventually getting out and returning to my sun lounger. I pick up my book and lie in the sun as I read. After a couple of minutes my sunlight is disrupted and I look up to find a familiar Aussie blocking the sun. I laugh. "Daniel! You're going to mess up my tan." I jokingly yell at him and he laughs before falling down on the sun lounger next to me. "How are you Han?" He asks me. "I'm brilliant thanks. Enjoying my book. You?" I ask him. "Just got off the plane from Italy, I had to go and do some sim practice yesterday so to say I'm tired is an understatement but I wanted to catch some sun." He says with a laugh, placing his hands behind his head as he stretches out under the warm sunlight.