|| 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...
finally, we had arrived at the hotel. and i was exhausted, as was ollie. we both slept a little on the plane but not much, and it was an extremely long night.
in miami, its 11 in the morning, so we had to try and stay awake otherwise we would be exhausted for tomorrow which is ollie's birthday. i couldn't wait for his birthday party which i was doing, and i already know he would love it.
"can we not even have an hour nap?" ollie says, losing in the bed whilst i was emptying the suitcases. after all, we were here for over a week so it makes sense to unpack.
"i was waiting for you to say that. let me finish this and then i'll join you." i reply.
five minutes later, i was in the bed and in ollie's arms, the comfiest place i could ever be. thankfully, i set an alarm otherwise i would have never woken up. and ollie most definitely would t have either.
an hour later i slip out of ollie's arms and head to the bathroom to shower. since ollie didn't take as long as me to get ready, i thought it would be best for him to get some extra sleep.
"ollie, you need to wake up now." i say, softly shaking him.
"mm five more minutes." he replies sleepily, refusing to even open his eyes.
"you've already had five minutes. come on, please?" i say, as he finally opens his eyes.
"fine. only cos i love you." he says, sitting up in bed with a not very happy look on his face.
"thank you." i say, before kissing the top of his head.
"what are we doing?" he asks
"a walk to the beach, and then we can get food?" i say, whilst trying to choose some clothes.
"and tomorrow?" he asks, still trying to find out what we would be doing on his birthday.
"tomorrow we are jumping off a cliff." i lie.
"haha funny. you really aren't telling me, are you?"
"nope, it's a surprise. just wait and find out." i say, taking my clothes and heading to the bathroom to change.
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i walk out of the bathroom, and thankfully ollie was finally out of bed. as i walk past, i catch his eyes following me.
"do you like it?" i say, twirling slowly.
"your gorgeous baby." he says, placing his hand on my waist and kissing me.
"thank you." i say, kissing him back.
"i'll get ready then we can go yeah?" he says, and i nod as he removes his hands and head to the bathroom whilst i take seat in front if the vanity to redo my hair and makeup.
ollie walks out a few minutes before i was finished, and decides to spend that time distracting me.
"you know, you just made me take longer to get ready." i say, as we walk hand in hand out of the hotel lobby.
"we have all the time time in the world baby." he replies.
"i wouldn't say all the time in the world, but we definitely don't need to rush."
"exactly, and it will be nice for us to be together finally after such a chaotic few weeks."
"tell me about it."
"you know next week, netflix are coming to our home." i say, realising i hadn't told him about that yet.
"what? next week?" he says, shocked.
"yeah, i think it's either for an episode about rookies, or something to do with aston martin." i reply.
"actually, i think i was told about that. do you know what day?"
"it might be thursday, or friday. i honestly can't remember."
"you know what i do remember?"
"please, tell me."
"that miami beach has an amazing shop called oak berry not too far away." ollie says, and i couldn't help but laugh.
"lead the way then." i say, as ollie takes out his phone for google maps.
10 minutes later, we were walking out of oak berry, each of us with a smoothie in hand as we head to find a bench to sit on, hopefully with a view of the beach. and thankfully we did.
"this is amazing, oak berry is the love of my life." ollie says, savouring every spoon.
"excuse me?" i joke.
"apologies madam, you are the love of my life." he says, leaning over to kiss me.
"love you too." i reply once he pulls away and was back to eating.
"excuse me?" he says, putting on a terrible italian accent which i couldn't help but laugh at.
"what?" i say, before taking another spoon.
"who do you love exactly?" he asks, and i couldn't help but take the moment to mess with him.
"oh god, it has to be leonardo dicaprio. only when he was younger though. but woah." i say, trying to hold in the laughter from ollie's reaction.
"i don't see it. personally, i think it's this really handsome guy from england. he's quite tall, drives for haas, you might know of him."
"yeah, no. nothing comes to mind. esteban is french."
"yes i know that. his teammate though. i think he's called ollie?"
"nope, my mind is just blank."
"you live with him?"
"i don't live with my brother."
"i mean me! you love me!" he says.
"yes love, of course i do." i say, ruffling his hair.
