"All's well that ends well to end up with you"
Oscar Piastri had been chasing after the one girl who never seemed to stop running. Having been best friends with her since they were ten, Oscar was realising that he had more than friend feelings for a...
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Leilani could feel the buzz of the Australian Grand Prix the moment she stepped through the gates of Albert Park. The air was alive with the sound of roaring engines and the scent of burning rubber, mixing with the vibrant energy of the crowd. Her heart raced with excitement as she made her way toward the paddock, her media pass dangling conspicuously around her neck and her hand securely in Oscar's.
It was an odd feeling to have people staring at you as you walked past, even though you knew most of them weren't actually staring at you. Leilani wasn't an F1 insider—far from it—but this was for Oscar. Besides, perhaps it was something she could grow to love.
As she approached the McLaren motorhome, a familiar voice called out her name. Turning, she saw Lando Norris grinning at her. She didn't really know him, other than the awkwardness of him being with Oscar during her incident. Still, he seemed to make her want to seem safe.
"Leilani! Didn't think I'd see you here," said Lando kindly.
"First time at a Grand Prix," She admitted.
"You'll love it," Lando assured her. "Stick with Oscar, he's responsible. Just don't let him bore you with tyre strategies."
"I'd never," Oscar scoffed.
During the Grand Prix, Leilani would have Oscar's family for company but they wanted to let her experience it with Oscar too. She found enjoyment in the stress, spending time with Oscar's sisters while he was in meetings. When it came time to change for the Grand Prix, Oscar had stolen away his new girlfriend.
Oscar's driver's room was a stark contrast to the bustling energy outside. It was small but functional, with a couch, a television, and a few personal touches of Oscar's things, his helmets and race suits.
"This is cool," Leilani admitted. "Everything is...a lot here."
"Yeah but you get used to it," said Oscar honestly. "You alright?"
"Oh yeah, I'm good," Leilani hummed.
She settled into a chair across from him. They talked casually for a few minutes, the conversation flowing effortlessly. As Oscar began to get changed into his race suits, Leilani's eyes couldn't help but wander to him. Oscar glanced at her, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Sorry," Leilani muttered.
Oscar went to reply but there was a knock at the door of trying to hurry him up. Oscar gave a call back before turning to Leilani. He grabbed his McLaren cap from the table and, with a playful grin, placed it on her head.
