|| sequel to " to the finish line || ollie bearman" ||
angel and ollie have a perfect relationship, or at least had. when a photo appears online, their relationship ends, and the two f1 rookies split their separate ways.
angel has to survive her fir...
"baby, are you ready to go?" ollie says, walking into our shared hotel room where i was still sat in front of the vanity.
"yes, are you?" i say, turning around to look at ollie.
"you look gorgeous." he says, leaning down and kissing the top of my head whilst placing his hands on my shoulders.
(outfit below, without the bag)
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"thank you." i say, squeezing one of his hands before sighing.
"nervous?" he asks.
"incredibly." i reply, as he moves to kneels beside me.
"well, your not alone." he says, placing his hand on mine.
"i haven't raced in ages ol, what if im not good enough anymore and they don't want me?"
"no, don't say that. you are more than good enough, okay? just look at yesterday getting p11! that was incredible, it didn't even look like your first qualifying."
"but qualifying doesn't bring points for the team."
"angelina, no-one is expecting you to get points."
"but you did."
"it was an in the moment thing." he says as there is a knock at the door.
"i'll get it." he says, squeezing my hand before getting up and walking away.
i look at myself in the mirror before groaning and putting my head on the table.
"angel?" a french voice says from behind me. i sit up to see jules stood a few steps away.
"jules, shit! sorry i forgot to come down." i say, quickly standing up.
"don't worry, take your time." he says, smiling at me.
"thank you." i say, before trying to find my bag.
"ol, where's my bag?" i shout out, knowing it wasn't where i left it.
he doesn't answer so i walk into the bathroom where he was redoing his hair after i messed it up earlier.
"no." he says, stopping me from getting my bag off the floor. that bitch took it.
"why did you take it?" i ask, confused.
"so i can do this." he says, before placing his hand on my neck and leaning down to kiss me.
once he pulls away, i smile at him, going on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. finally, he hands me my bag.
"now please don't worry okay?" he says, holding my hand.
"i'll try." i say, smiling at him before going back to jules.
"ready to go?" he asks, looking up from his phone.
"yes, lets go." i say, opening the hotel door whilst shouting bye to ollie.
"how are you feeling?
"erm nervous, but that's got to be normal."
"you and me both kid." he says, laughing a little.
"well, if it goes to shit, we go to shit together. right?" i say.
"of course, if f1 doesn't work we try endurance. i've always wanted to be a part of 24hrs of le mans."
"i'm going this year actually, not to race though."
"please send me photos."
"of course jules, now do you have any engineer drama?"
"loads, get the popcorn bucket." he says, before telling me all the drama from the paddock.
before long, we arrive at the track. the taxi drops us off a little walk away from the paddock, but there was already crowds of fans calling my name for autographs and photos, which i don't hesitate to give.
it was 20 minutes before i managed to even get to the paddock entrance, but i love my fans. i am so thankful for all of them.
"hey angel!" an australian accent says, coming up behind me. i turn to see oscar walking beside me with his girlfriend lily.
"hi oscar. lily, you look gorgeous." i say, smiling at the couple.
"thank you, so do you!" she replies, smiling back.
"excited for the race?" oscar asks.
"and other emotions, but yes. i can't wait to race again."
"im nearly late, but ill see you at the drivers parade." he says.
"good luck angel!" lily says before they both say goodbye and walk to the mclaren garage.
"angel!" another voice says, from behind me.
i turn to see my new teammate, lance walking up beside me.
"oh lance, hi." i say, smiling at him.
"the team meeting is in 25 minutes by the way." he says.
"oh great, thanks lance. do you know when we film the pre race video thing?"
"at the end of the meeting, i'll see you there?" he says as we reach our driver rooms.
"yeah, bye." i say, walking into my own.
i love the privacy of my own driver room, i could never imagine sharing with lance. but i miss the conversations that i had with zac.
i take my phone out of my bag and see a message from kimi, telling me to come outside of aston martin which i do immediately, but also confused.
i walk outside, searching for kimi when i see him taking to three other people. mom, dad and... seb?!
(german)
"seb, since when were you coming?" i say, hugging him.
"since you got signed. how could i miss your first race?" he says, smiling.
"are you watching from the garage?"
"of course kid." he says, smiling.
(italian)
"come give me a hug angel." mom says, and i do as she says before hugging dad too.
"we are so proud of you both." dad says to me and kimi.
did i though? did i really make him proud? i think i failed already. being that close, so god damn close to q3. it's disappointing. i couldn't be 0.174 seconds faster?
|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy 🫶🏼🫶🏼
by the way, my uploading schedule will be every two days now! and i can't wait for you to read this book
