|| 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...
i climb out of the car, and do all the mandatory fia checks. once i was finished, i begin to find my pr manager so i can do the interviews.
(italian)
"lina!" i hear kimi shout from behind.
i turn around and go up to him, pulling him into a hug.
"congratulations i just heard about your amazing drive." he says, once we pull apart.
"thank you, where'd you finish?" i ask, smiling at my brother, thankful he was the first person out of the car i saw.
"11th."
"that's great kimi." i say, smiling at him before i get called away by my pr manager florence.
(english)
"what a race angel, congratulations." she says, smiling as we walk together to the media pen.
"thank you, it feels amazing, seriously." i reply as we reach the pen and head to the first interview.
"first of all, i just want to say wow. what a race, and your first race in a formula one car! how does it feel?"
"it's amazing really, and i just can't wait for the upcoming season. i love racing, it's so good to be back."
"you really did make an entrance back to racing, one that won't be forgotten. first women to score points since lella lombardi 50 years ago, first women scoring a full point!"
"um yeah, it's just sad it's taken that long. and being italian as well, just makes it that little bit better."
i spend another 20 minutes in the media pen before making my way back to the garage. i spend another hour at the track doing some data analysis and a meeting before getting ready to meet ollie and leave.
"there was nothing to be stressed about." he says, as we walk hand in hand down a dissembled paddock.
"yeah, i guess not." i say, looking across at ollie.
"oh whose coming tonight?" he asks. after getting ready, we were going to the club with some of our friends.
"well, you, me, kimi, paul, but all the drivers are going there anyway."
"sounds fun, and like a lot of drinks." he says, laughing a little.
"come on, it's the first race of the season of course people will drink. and you too!"
"someone has to get you home."
"i've already said i'm not drinking much, im going out tomorrow night with some friends at milton keynes."
"are you sure you will be alright drinking alone?"
"yes ollie! and besides, what are you going to do whilst in Banbury (haas headquarters)"
"it's only a 45 minute drive, i could come back."
"ollie, i love you. but no." i say, as we reach the taxi we had booked.
"just tell me if you need me alright?"
"i will, but im not going alone you know."
"your alone if im not there."
an hour later...
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we climb out of the taxi, and head inside the club to find our friends in the very crowded club.
"do you see kimi or paul?" i shout to ollie, even though he was stood right behind me with his hands on my waist.
"no, but there's franco maybe he's seen them?" he suggests, tightening his hold as we walk through a big group of people while tom the way to the vip area.
(spanish)
"franco, have you seen kimi or paul yet?" i ask him.
"yeah, they went to get drinks a while ago they should be back soon." he replies
"thanks." i say, smiling at my friend.
(english)
"there they are." ollie says, spotting them walking back over with drinks in their hands.
ollie waves them over, and we find the final table in the vip section. thankfully, paul and kimi had already gotten us a drink.
we sit and chat, and drink some more, with a little more chatting, and a lot more drinking for me. eventually, about 7 or 8 or 10 drinks in i drag ollie to the dance floor.
"i love this song!" i say, dancing with ollie after refusing to leave the dance floor for the fifth time.
"how about another drink?" he suggests.
"lead the way!" i say, as he slips his arm around my waist and helps me walk away from the dance floor and back to the vip section, but i was too drunk to realise.
"i thought she said she wasn't drinking?" paul says, laughing a little.
"batman always drinks!" i say.
"yeah, well that plan went out the window 13 drinks ago." ollie replies.
"are you taking her back?" kimi asks, as i nearly fall but ollie catches me.
"yeah i am, she's gonna regret this tomorrow on the flight back."
"good luck mate." kimi says, before me and ollie say goodbye and help her out of the club.
ollie's pov:
"sit here love." i say, helping her sit down on a bench.
"it's cold." she slurs.
"what happened to your jacket?" i ask, looking up from my phone which i was ordering a taxi and look at her shrugging her shoulder. shit, why didn't i think to bring a jacket or anything?
"and my feet hurt." she complains, drunk out of her mind.
"do you want my shoes?" i offer, and she nods.
i help her take off her shoes, before putting her feet in my shoes.
10 minutes later, i was carrying her out of the taxi and into the hotel when i hear people whispering our names. i pray that they don't take photos of ang, i would hate that for her so i try to shield her face as much as i could.
"im tired." she says quietly.
"nearly back now love, it's just down the corridor." i say, as we reach the door.
once inside the hotel room, i pick her up in my arms and take her to the bedroom, gently helping her change into one of my hoodie and sweatpants.
"is this alright?" i ask and she nods slightly.
"before you go to sleep, take this. it will make it better in the morning." i say, handing her medication and she mumbles a thank you.
after taking the medication her head hits the pillow and she was out like a lightbulb. a few minutes later i join her in bed, and she immediately cuddles up to me.
i know it's still early for us, and we are still young. but i want us to always be together, for the rest of our lives.
maybe it's the drinks getting to me, or maybe it's the truth coming out.
|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy 🫶🏼
finally a race week ahhhh! also i did not except jack doohan to get signed!
