|| 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...
once we reach the blanket, i go to sit down again before i hear ollie clearing his throat. i turn around to see him still stood, him taking both of my hands in his.
(italian)
"angel, i love you so much..."
"i love you too ol, is something wrong." i ask nervously.
"no, no of course not... i love you so much, and i couldn't possibly imagine life without you anymore. in fact, i barely remember life without you. you are the most perfect girl i have ever met, and you have changed my life for the better. and i know i've made mistakes, really fucking huge mistakes, but you still stayed. even though yeah, you were in the right to leave me completely. but still, your here with me. and i promise, i will always stay with you, through tough times, easy times, and i love you..."
i could feel the tears brimming my eyes, happiness tears, was this really about to happen?
ollie slowly lowers himself onto one knee, letting go of one of my hands to take something out of his pocket.
"angelina giulia antonelli, the love of my life, will you marry me?" he asks, tears forming in his own eyes.
"yes, yes of course." i say, the tears falling from my eyes as he places the ring on my finger before standing up and spinning my round in a hug.
"i love you, i love you so much." i say, before kissing him as he places me back down on the ground.
"i love you too." he says softly, keeping his arms around me, as i rest my head on his chest.
soon later, we were sat down again, ollie's arm around me as i admire the gorgeous ring. i mean seriously, it was perfect.
(ring below)
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(english)
"i love it." i say, looking up at ollie, who was already looking down at me.
"yeah?"
"it's perfect... so im guessing you got this in monaco?" i say.
"how did you guess?" he replies, laughing softly.
"why else would alexandra and charles practically force me to stay?"
"that's true, i almost gave up that day actually. i couldn't find the perfect one. then kimi made me go in one last shop..."
"and there it was." we say at the same time.
"so how many people did you get involved for this?"
"oh everyone." he jokes.
"well, i can't wait to show off my new fiancée to my parents next week."
"i forgot we were going to see them."
"yeah, after we go to wimbledon. i can't wait." i say.
"not like you haven't mentioned it every day for the past two weeks."
"don't forget about our matching outfits."
"i still don't see how they are matching."
"well that's because we haven't worn them yet... and i guess i wont be able to wear this then. i want to keep this private as long as we can, keep it to ourselves, family and friends."
"of course baby, but it's only a matter of time before the media find out."
"i think we do quite well to stay private, or at least as private as possible."
"we do. it's hard, i guess sometimes people forget we are the same as them." ollie says, as i shiver from the cold due to the late time of night it was.
"shall we head back to the car?"
"yeah, i'm sorry."
"dont say that word!" he says, helping me up before taking off his jumper and putting it over me as i thank him.
i help him pack away everything and carry it to the car, rolling up the hem of my dress to keep it clean.
once we were back at the hotel, i climb into bed, in ollie's pyjamas obviously, and begin to scroll through my phone, when i get a phone call from my brother.
(italian)
(kimi's replies in bold)
"well??" "well what?" "your joking, he didn't do it?!" "do what?" "nothing, is he there? can i talk to ollie?" "im only joking kimi. i said yes." i say, as i hear a cheer from kimi and also eli in the background.
"are we the first people to know? "yes, we are going to tell my parents next week." "i'm so happy for you lina, you two deserve each other." "thank you, did you know what he planned for us? "yeah, all his ideas." "that's so sweet. well, he's about to come out the bathroom but we will see you both tomorrow? "how about lunch at 1?" "great, see you then."
i end the call as ollie walks into the room shirtless, toothbrush still in his mouth as he takes a photo without me realising at first.
(english)
"you did not." i say, gasping.
"do what?" he says, his mouth full of toothpaste and i couldn't help but laugh.
"you took a photo of me!" i complain.
"and im going to print it out and keep it with me at all times." he says, once he had spat out the toothpaste in his mouth.
"your so mean, why couldn't you do that with a photo from earlier?"
"i have so many photos of you i carry around." he says, walking back over and climbing into the bed beside me.
"you do?" i ask, shocked.
"yeah, and i know you do too. ive seen the one in the back of your phone." he says, as i feel my cheeks turning pink.
"i can get rid of it." i mumble.
"what no, it's cute." ollie says, putting his arm around me and pulling me closer to his chest.
"you think so?"
"well, i did steal the idea from you."
"well, my photo is good! yours was probably bad."
"you could never look bad."
(the photo in angel's phonecase as i know you all will want to see)
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