second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 17

10 minutes later, i was walking to the media pen with florence. i still hadn't spoken to jules, i was putting it off as long as possible.

"p5, another great result!" the interviewer says.

"yeah it's an alright amount of points."

"what happened on the last 16 laps? you were fighting for the podium, with oscar. but then the cars were swapped?"

"i'm not the right person to ask about that. i wasn't told before the race, it was unexpected. but it was the teams choice, not mine. id ask them about it." i reply, before answering a few more questions and moving on.

once i was done, i had noticed a recurring theme. they all thought it was weird that my team decided to swap the cars when they did, or at all.

i was heading back to the garage, when i was stopped by lando running over and florence heads back to the garage.

"i didn't think i was going to catch you." he says, stopping to catch his breath.

"you had a good race lando." i say, giving him a weak smile.

"thanks, but you should have been on the podium. i don't think i've seen a team make a worse decision. what happened?"

"i don't know, i was so close to overtaking oscar and then they make me swap cars. they said he had 10 laps to get p3 and then if he didn't we would swap back. but they just ignored me." i say, trying to stop the tears building up in my eyes, as lando pulls me into a hug.

"yeah, team decisions can be shit. giving up your first podium is hard." he says.

"something we have in common then. you gave up your win last year." i say, once we pull away.

"oh god, that's a terrible memory. but i refused, you gave in straight away." he says.

"i just, didn't want to argue? i've argued with too many people recently." i say, thinking back to ollie.

"im sorry for angel, really. but next week, you have to prove your team wrong. you will get in the podium next week. there's already a trophy with your name on it." he says.

"i will, i'm going to prove they made a wrong decision." i say confidently.

"there we go! i've got to get to the media pen, but i'll see you later?"

"yeah, bye lando." i say, before walking back to the aston martin garage, and once again jules walks over to me

"go away jules." i say, trying to walk away but he follows me.

"angel, you know i didn't lie to you. they told me what i told you. but then after the 10th lap, they decided to not swap back, as it would loose too much time."

"why didn't you tell me then?!"

"because they said not too. they didn't want to have an outburst over the radio."

"an outburst?! that's what they think of me? fucking unbelievable." i shout, shaking my head.

"listen, i'm sorry! but please, just come to the meeting, and don't get angry at them." he pleads.

"fine." i say, before following him to the meeting room.

later that night, i was out for a run to clear my head. i denied the offer to go out to a club with the other drivers, after all i wasn't in the mood to celebrate. and running with music always helps me think.

i had been running for a good 20 minutes when i hear someone else running close by. i look across to see nick running alongside me. can he not leave me alone?

(italian)

"what are you doing nick?" i ask, shaking my head.

"come on, i know we've had some disagreements. but im sorry. ive changed. and i want us to be friends again." he says, and i could almost laugh.

"you've changed?"

"like i said earlier today, im here to help you angel. so, what do you say?"

"fine, you can stay." i say, knowing i wasnt going to get out of it. but even so, i was slightly scared of him being there.

"you want me to shit talk him?" he says, laughing.

"yeah." i say, laughing a little.

"he's a bitch, a fucking idiot. which was exactly what i was planning for." he says, and i could tell from his face he let that slip, and i stop running, as does he.

"what do you mean , planning for?" i say.

"i didn't say that?" he lies.

"you posted that photo didn't you? and don't fucking lie to me." i say, anger building up.

"well... i did. but can you blame me?"

"yes, i can actually." i say, slapping him on the face before walking away.

i was almost back to the hotel when i reach for my phone, my thumb lingering over ollie's number in my contacts. i needed to talk to him, but i couldn't. i couldn't bring myself to do it.

(spanish)

"angel?" someone says, as i jump, not expecting to see anyone.

"franco?" i say, looking up at him.

"what's wrong? are you alright?" he says, walking over.

"y- no. franco, i don't know what to do." i say, getting overwhelmed with everything that had happened already that day. i could feel the tears in my eyes, and i was fighting to keep them there.

"talk to him."

"how can i? he hates me. he thinks i cheated on him, franco. it was all nick."

"hey, hey it's alright. ollie knows." he says, and i didn't understand.

"w-what?" i say, tears slowly beginning to fall.

"i spoke to him earlier, he knows about nick."

"i-i need to go. i need to speak to him."

"room 381." he says, before we split ways and i run back to the hotel.

as i get to his hotel room, i start to overthink my actions. what if he still hates me? after all i was a total bitch to him.

no, i can't do this. i can't talk to him.

i walk away from the door, tears streaming down my face as i head back to my room. as i get there, i see someone knocking on the door.

a tall, brunette, 19 year old, handsome, haas driver. ollie. my ollie, with tears staining his face.

(english)

"ollie?" i say, not believing my eyes.

"angel, im-" he starts to say, but stops talking as i wrap my arms around him, crying into his chest.

"hey, your okay." he says softly, gently stroking my back.

"i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry." i say, still crying into his shirt.

"no love, im sorry. nick was right, im an idiot. i should have let you talk, i should have listened to you. you did nothing wrong, this is all my fault. but i'm here to hopefully fix it." he says and i pull away to look at him.

"kiss me." i say softly, looking up into his eyes, missing the feeling of his lips on mine.

he doesn't reply and within seconds our lips were together, a spark relighting from two weeks ago. the kiss was gentle, soft, yet full of everything someone would ever want in a kiss.

once we pull away, we look at each other, both of our eyes full of awe for the other.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy, cos i certainly love this chapter, well the end. 🫶🏼

will they finally get back together now, or will something else stop them??