The Secret of Us // Oscar Piastri

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Casey woke up (again) and leaned over to grab her phone to check the time. It was 12:30 pm. If she wanted to, she could still go and watch the race. However, she really didn't feel like it. She'd just watch it on Oscar's TV. Casey knew she should really go to her own room, but the bedsheets smelt so much like Oscar and it soothed her. It made her feel safe and not to mention comfortable.

On her phone, Casey also saw way more missed calls from George and Rowan. She also had some from Audrey. Casey was sure that Rowan had filled her in on what had happened, he was too much of a yapper not to. She knew Audrey would understand why she didn't go today. Although, she did expect her to be a little annoyed at her for leaving her alone with Rowan all day. Casey went to put her phone back on the bedside table when she realised a paper bag sat on it with a note. The note said 'breakfast' with a smiley face. Inside the bag was a croissant. Casey smiled. Oscar was too thoughtful sometimes.

Casey ate her breakfast before going to take a shower in the bathroom. Oscar's choices for hair and body care were slim but they did the job. After, she stole a one of his hoodies and another pair of his boxers before jumping back in bed to watch the race. Of course, with George in her bad books she was rooting for Oscar to win.

The race ended up being super disappointing. Because a final lock-up at the chicane Oscar lost 7th position to Russell, finishing in 8th. Casey didn't understand much about racing, but it was easy to tell that Oscar had raced really well so she messaged him saying as much.

It was then that she figured she should probably go to her own hotel room, especially before everyone got back. Casey made Oscar's bed and tided up the room a little before pulling on her jeans. She left in his clothes and left her T-shirt in the room so either Oscar or herself would have an excuse to pay a visit later.

On her walk back to her room, she was surprised when she came across Rowan in the corridor. Was his room on Oscar's floor? And why wasn't he at the race? God, he'd seen her. "Casey?" He asked, walking away from the vending machine. "Yeah?" She answered him, trying to play it as cool as humanly possible. "What are you doing here? This isn't your floor."

Casey was thinking about what excuse she was going to give when she heard his speak again. "And whose hoodie is that? I know it's not yours." Crap, now she needed an excuse for that too.

"I hooked up with a guy. I'm just going back to my room now." Casey lied, something she was getting a bit too good at now. "It's his hoodie." She said, pulling at the fabric she was wearing. "Thank God." Rowan sighed. "I had been a while, hadn't it? I was beginning to think you'd become a nun or something."

"Or maybe I just don't tell you about my sex life, Rowan."

"Yeah, but you'd tell Audrey who tell me."

"Why are you even here, shouldn't you be at the race?"

"Audrey said she wasn't going to stand in the Mercedes garage if you weren't going to be there so Lando got her into the Mclaren one. There was no way I was going to stand in Mercedes garage myself."

"Well, at least Audrey's happy." Casey said and Rowan nodded. "Are you okay by the way?" Rowan asked. "Last night got pretty heated."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"For what it's worth, I'm on your side and I normally never am."

"Thanks, Rowan." Casey laughed and went to leave when she heard the boy gasp. "What?" She asked, turning back around to face him. Rowan looked at her with with nothing but shock. "Do you know what's on the back of that hoodie?" He asked her and Carey couldn't be more confused. "No?"

"It's has a Mclaren on the back, Case." Rowan said, looking more serious than he ever has before. "Did you fuck Lando?" He asked and Casey had to stop herself from laughing. "No!" She exclaimed. "Thank fuck for that, you're not going to find a better guitarist than Audrey."