𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮; oscar piastri ✔

PART TWENTY SEVEN

Two updates in one day + Lando and Addison fluff xoxo

Word count; 3,355

Addison

— September 22nd, 2023. Suzuka, Japan.

Cameras surrounded us as we walked through the paddock, hands intertwined together. We had both grown used to it, at this point; camera flashes, articles, videos on social media of us caught together on the street. It didn't make a difference anymore, in many ways; in the least because my da could no longer fight them.

"I forgot to say," Oscar picked up our hands, our matching nail polish. "They asked about it yesterday. The purple. I said it was good luck."

"Then it is." I beamed.

"Doesn't really match the papaya, though." 

"I think it looks good." I grinned.

He winked at me, stopping to open the door we had approached.

"Thank you, sir." I jested, gladdened to be inside and away from the cameras.

We found our way to his drivers room, where he began to get changed while I waited on his bed, scrolling on my phone, reading aloud posts I found amusing. He began to tie his coveralls around his waist, his black fireproofs covering his top half, when a knock tapped at the door.

"Come in," Oscar indicated, sitting down on the end of the bed to put on his racing shoes.

The doorknob twisted, Oscar's manager Mark poking his head through the gap. He greeted us both with a smile.

"I'll be there in five." Oscar said, as if he was about to be reprimanded for running late.

"Don't worry about it," Mark said, "Just wanted to ask if any of you have seen Lando?"

Oscar furrowed his brows, glancing at me, and I shook my head.

"Why?" Oscar questioned.

Mark shrugged, "Bas can't get a hold of him. No-one's seen him."

Something prodded at my stomach, a mix between concern and apprehension.

"He's probably slept through his alarm." Oscar excused professionally. "You know him."

"I know you both." Mark chuckled. "All right, no worries. I'll let him know. Thanks."

The door closed behind him. Oscar regarded me, hand reaching for mine, sensing my worry.

"He probably has. Wouldn't be the first time."

I nodded, "Yeah, you're right."

Oscar continued to get ready, until he looked around as if he was forgetting something.

"What is it?" I raised a brow.

"Oh, that's it." He extended his arm, grabbing onto me and hoisting me up.

I giggled, climbing my arms over his shoulders as I kissed him.

"Let's go."

I followed him out of his room, our palms lingering together, and we headed down the corridor, only to turn a corner and stop abruptly. Lando's eyes were thin, his expression harrowed by distress. I wouldn't have thought twice about it, except for the fact that someone loitered behind him; short, blonde hair, with hazel-coloured eyes. My mind lit up in some sort of recognition, but I struggled to pin the thought.

Oscar glanced at me, his eyes saying a thousand words. Clearly, something had happened.

"Come on, mate." Oscar told Lando.