|| 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...
two days until my birthday! yes, i'm counting down the days. but, i can't think about my birthday yet, not until after the race. it's unfortunate that my birthday falls around the belgian grand prix again. thankfully not on race day this year.
it's not been as hard as i thought it would be, coming back here after last year. even still, everyone has been there for me, just in case i needed them. jules, kimi, lando, and of course ollie. i couldn't ask for anything more of him
today, is the saturday of the race weekend and the rain has already begun. there was a lot of it during the night, but now has slowed down to a light drizzle. which i'm hoping it will stay. but i didn't get that much sleep last night.
"baby, are you going in my hoodie to the track?" ollie asks, placing his hand on my shoulder.
"no, no i'll get changed." i reply, smiling up at him.
"are you worried?" he asks, gently taking hold of my arm.
"no, i'm okay." i reply.
"you know i'm here if that changes."
"i know." i say, giving him a smile. i know this must be hard on him too. kimi as well. they almost lost me, they did for a while. they thought i was dead for a while, and that can't be easy on anyone.
"and i'm here for you ol. don't forget that." i say, before kissing him on the cheek.
"i know." he replies, smiling down at me.
"now im going to change before we are late to the track, i don't need jules telling us off again." i say, before beginning to change my clothes.
(outfit below)
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"what do you think?" i ask, spinning around slowly.
"gorgeous as always." ollie replies, looking up from his phone.
"are you ready to leave?" i ask.
"yes, oh have you worked out how your going to release the first bit of your next song."
"no clue, i might just do it today? i don't know, it's different to the other two songs."
"it is, but i'll support you with whatever."
"i know, i love you."
"i love you more."
"debatable." i reply, as i shut the hotel door behind me.
"excuse me?" ollie says, acting shocked.
"your excused." i say, kissing him on the lips.
"oh wow, you can reach my mouth with heels on. i don't know if i like that or not." he teases.
"shut up." i say, shaking my head at him, yet still smiling.
"definitely don't. i like you short."
"so if i had a sudden growth spurt you wouldn't like me anymore?"
"uh- yeah. duh. i need to be the tall one." he jokes
"never say that again."
"yes ma'am. and for the record, i love you whatever height."
a few hours later...
the clock had reached zero, and i was halfway through my flying lap for the end of q3. i was aiming for pole, or at least top three so this had to be a brilliant lap.
"come on jules." i say, after crossing the finish line.
"that is... p4, good job." jules says down the team radio.
"yeah, right. not the best job but i'll see what i can do tomorrow." i say, a little disappointed.
"it's not you wanted, but it was close angel. only one position away." jules says, to comfort me.
"i guess."
i make my way back to the pit lane and into my garage, climbing out of the car and taking off my helmet as jules approaches me.
"don't beat yourself up over it. it's still a great position." he says, patting me on the shoulder.
"i know, i know. i just wanted to prove that i could do it." i reply.
"well you can do it. you, i and everyone else here knows that."
"thank you, and i suppose it's the race that matters right?"
"exactly. head to the media in a few minutes, then be back for the meeting. it's in 30 minutes, i'll get you some food."
"thanks jules."
once i had finished with the meeting, and some extra media things for aston martin social media, and some sponserships i was waiting for ollie to finish his work so we could travel back together.
but as i was sat waiting for him, i felt my stomach turning inside of me. it was a terrible, uncomfortable pain. i felt like folding over and crying out in pain as my face turned paler and paler by the minute.
"angel, are you alright? you look sick." alexandra says, walking over to me with leo in her arms and charles following slightly behind her.
"yeah, no i'm good. just a little stomach ache but i should be alright. congratulations on pole charles." i reply, stroking leo gently
"are you sure? not to be mean, you look like a ghost." she replies, as charles thanks me.
"probably just cold, but there's ollie now." i say, spotting my boyfriend.
"well, i hope you feel better soon." she says, before i say goodbye to them and greet ollie with a hug.
"you look- sick." he says, placing his arms around me.
"yeah, no. i feel it."
"let's get you back to the hotel so you can rest. don't want you being sick tomorrow."
"yeah, let's go. do you have a spare jumper, it's freezing." i say, shivering whilst i walk.
"yeah, can i see if you have a temperature first?"
"sure." i say, as ollie places his hand on my forehead.
"holy shit ang, your boiling." he says, pulling his hand away.
"no, i'm freezing."
"i think your sick. how do you feel?"
"like im on death's doorstep? i should probably find another room for tonight, i wouldn't want you too catch whatever bug you have."
"i couldn't care less if you had the plague, or a cold. i'm staying right by your side."
|| authors note ~ awwww angel and ollie being cute is amazing. buttt poor angel, i wonder what happens in the race???
