second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 15

ollie's pov:

i haven't stopped thinking about her ever since i realised she hadn't cheated. i don't know i can tell her, but i need to talk to her.

whilst walking to the haas garage, i spot her kneeling down on the floor with a little girl. without realising, i had stopped walking and was watching her with a smile on my face.

i was glad to see her happy. yet sad to see her happy without me. but what i did was unforgivable. she would be completely right to never talk to me again. but i pray to all gods, that she will. i don't think i could live without ever talking to her again.

"is this not a bit perverted? watching your ex?" someone says from beside me.

"what the fuck are you doing here nick?" i say, spitting his name out. why would he even show up?

"i'm here to support an old friend after a tragic break up." he says, smirking.

"it was you wasn't it." i say, shaking my head. i knew he was crazy, but to break me and angel up? that's a whole other level.

"your smarter than i thought. just, a bit late. if you don't mind me, i'm going to go find her now." he says, harshly patting me on the back before walking away.

shit. what can i do?

angel's pov:

as soon as i get to the garage, jukes redirects me back out of the garage, telling me it was time for me and lance to go on stage at the fan zone, and that he was already there.

whilst walking through the paddock, i give spit a few autographs and take more photos with fans, before i hear a familiar voice shout my name.

"angel!" ollie says, walking over and i roll my eyes.

"fuck off ollie, you broke up with me, remember?" i say, not looking straight at him.

"please angel, i need to talk to you." he pleads.

"if i remember correctly, you didn't let me talk. right?" i say, shaking my head.

"please, i-"

"no oliver, leave me alone." i say, before walking away and trying to stop myself from crying.

i felt horrible, i can't believe i did that to him. but he deserves to feel how i felt when he broke up with me without even hearing what i had to say. so it was only fair i don't listen to him. right?

oh god, have i made a terrible mistake?

that doesn't matter, i need to forget about him for the fan zone. and for the rest of the day. once i arrive at the fan zone stage, lance, oscar and lando were already waiting.

"sorry im late." i say, approaching the three drivers.

"oscar's worse." lando says, laughing.

we talk for a few minutes before we go o to the stage. the crowd of people was insane, there must have been hundreds.

"angelina, your first time here at shanghai. how is it?" the interviewer asks.

"i- wow. that's all there is too say." i say, still taking in just how many people were there.

"we have one question for you, and it's not just from me. all of us reporters. the outfits; every day your at track are gorgeous. but we've noticed a theme?"

"thank you, and yes! i read that red means good luck in china. and i need all the luck i can get today."

"well we wish you the best of luck."

"thank you."

we answer a few more questions, before starting on a game.

"so, i'm going to read out a lyric, and as two teams you have to guess the song name, and artist for an extra point. so angel and lance, then lando and oscar."

"i already know im winning this, i don't even need lance." i say, smiling.

"no, no way. we are winning." oscar says.

"i guess we will see then." i reply.

"a battle already! our first lyric is open up the door, can you open up the door." the interviewer says, and lando and oscar both look at each other with confused faces.

"you don't know this one?" i say, laughing at the two opponents.

"no mate." lando replies.

"you do?" lance asks, and i nod.

"chihiro, billie eilish. i love that song."

"correct! our next lyric is new money, suit and tie"

"BLANK SPACE!" lando shouts quickly, just before i manage to say it.

"mate, calm down. we are on the same stage." i say, laughing at his eagerness.

"someone's jealous." oscar says, laughing,

"no, no. i'll come back in the next round."

i did indeed not redeem myself in the game. clearly i was off my game. i definitely gave lando and oscar a good reason to brag. and lance was as clueless as a kid.

"okay, final lyric. but i think we know whose won already. and i was crying on the staircase"

"taylor swift, love story." i say, before the lyrics had even finished being said.

"what, no that's unfair she said before you finished." oscar complains.

"i love this song, it's one of my favourites ever. i said romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
i'll be waiting all there's left to do is run
you'll be the prince, and i'll be the princess
it's a love story baby just say, "yes"

"well, i don't think we need to say who won." the interviewer says

"but it was us." lando says.

we spend a few more minutes on the stage, before leaving and swapping with another four drivers. unlucky for me, one of those drivers was ollie.

as i walk past him, i subconsciously look across at him, and he looks at me, sadness in his eyes and the memories of us come flooding back. memories of us happy.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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