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alyara stroll
While Flo was busy harassing Liam in his (my) driver's room, I took advantage of the quiet midday air, and decided to take a stroll along the paddock. Ha, Stroll, I'm funny!
The only reason why it's quiet during ten to midday is because the people in the vicinity around me are in three possible situations: A, you're at a meeting, meaning you're being briefed for the weekend as a team employee such as an executive, engineer or driver. B, you're press, and you don't care to arrive until it's an hour until practice, or even, not at all until the race on Sunday. Or, C, you're an injured driver that wants fresh air, and cannot stand doing another pitiful interview, like me.
Because no celebrity arrives early, unless you're Lena, and everyone who gets to set foot on the paddock that doesn't work for an F1 team is a celebrity. So, there is no D option.
The fresh air is cold. It rained five minutes ago, which will be great for the track, and even better for my colleagues. Red Bulls do not compare to a Mercedes on a wet track. In my heart, I am praying for a Lewis win. He drives incredibly in unfortunate situations, specifically rain or for a comeback, and just for sentimental reasons, I would die for a final Lewis-Mercedes-Silverstone win. However, lucky for the Driver's and Constructor's, Max is also pretty skilled in the rain.
"ALY!" A familiar yell called for me from behind. Let me take back my 'there is no D option'. D option is the Bearman family. All 5 of them. Terri, David, Amalie, Tom, and Ollie.
Amalie runs towards me, her hair done in braids, a Red Bull top on her shoulders, and she catapults herself on to me.
By the way, I'm just in a moon boot now, I forgot to mention, so I can handle a twelve year old girl launching her body at me. My balance might be terrible but I'm still on a gym program.
"Morning, girl!" I reciprocate her hug gently, as I can tell she's internally squealing.
"Aly, oh my God, it is so nice to meet you! Ollie will not stop talking about you." She steps back, and I finally realise she's wearing a Red Bull shirt, not a HAAS one.
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𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 || ollie bearman
FanfictionAlyara Stroll has burst into the F1 world with much more than a bang. She's driving for RedBull off her own success rather than money, and she's trying her hardest to fit in and win her first race in her second season. Enter Ollie Bearman. His debut...