UNDER THE MOONLIGHT ' o.piastri

THIRTEEN

And then, Isabella is gone.

Not from his life, but from Australia, and it's scary how Oscar felt like time with her seemed endless, and yet now, all the moments they had spent together were a mere blur.

A blur that he remembers very vividly and if asked to, would be able to recount down to the very detail of Isabella's lipgloss colour and a stray hair.

They text almost every day though, and Isabella initiates these little voice notes, her voice lovely with a pinch of mobile phone static, because nothing compares to hearing Isabella say his name quite like it does when she's right in front of him, brown eyes glittering in a way that makes him feel like he's Chad Michael Murray in a 2000s rom com (this means life is perfect).

The voice entail mundane musings about cats, and sometimes they contain fast paced mutters about fabrics, embroidery and corset colours, (he never understands much of those, but is happy to be included).

Oscar then takes the initiative to start facetiming her, and Isabella seems very pleased by this, if her wide dimpled are smiles any indication.

Lando starts pulling kissing faces whenever he sees Oscar geeking at his phone while they're at the MTC, and Oscar himself feels inclined to walk up to a tree to carve down their initials inside a heart. his and Isabella's, by the way, not with Lando.

and then, as January rolls around, (he cannot believe it has actually been that long!) Oscar discovers through Lando that Isabella's birthday is coming up.

Isabella, who happens to be in Madrid at the moment, and Oscar, who also happens to be on holiday, (not really because he has a training schedule to follow) is surprised spectacularly for her birthday!

"Oscar!" Isabella says as she makes her way inside the hotel room, and it feels weirdly nostalgic, except Oscar was the one going into the hotel room.

Not that it matters, because once the door behind is closed, Isabella leaps up to him, and then they're both embracing each other.

It makes no sense for Oscar to hug her as tightly as he does, as if he's just returned from war after no contact, but Isabella clings to him just as tightly, and Oscar is not deranged in the sense that he wouldn't reciprocate her affections.

The hug is grounding, it feels like a piece of him is finally found, and despite all the glamour he's found since being enveloped into the world of formula 1, there's nothing quite like the scent of YSL libre and cinnamon shampoo clouding his senses, he would choose this over a million dollars.

He wishes he could stay here forever

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landonorris replied!
now find a chapel and get married

that's far too plain for her

mate how have you not asked her out??
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IM SO SORRY GUYS I DIDNT REALISE ITS BEEN MORE THAN A MONTH
i'm gonna double update tmrw for yall i promise 💗
do u want slow burn or for them to get tgth (pls get them tgth 🙏)