𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri

PART THIRTY

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Tomás

The nerves were piling in my stomach. Sat at the edge of my bed, my foot tapped the floor incessantly, my eyes trying to avoid the clock on the back wall. I hadn't been able to do anything else, just sit there, listening to the hotel around me; planes flying over, heavy steps on the floor above. Waiting for each minute to come and go.

A knock thudded at the door and my head shot towards it.

One last time. That's it.

I stood up, approaching the threshold. Checking the eye piece, I opened the door, Pierre stood in the centre of the hallway, holding a dark red glass bottle.

"Your favourite." He said with a soft smile.

I tried to copy his expression, allowing him inside. But the smile couldn't help but vanish, overwhelmed by the burning in my chest.

"Strawberry and lime," He narrated the label, extending his arm.

I glanced between him and the bottle, my heartbeat thudding in my ears; it was reckless decisions like these that made me stop in the first place - all so that I could remember. So that I could - in Seb's words - live, not just survive.

But I didn't want to remember this.

I accepted the bottle, cracking open the seal and taking a deep sip, the taste igniting my throat. I passed it back, watching him take a swig, only to tilt the end of the bottle so he drank more.

He coughed with a smirk, "Asshole."

I grinned, but it was quick to fade. He took another sip before giving it back.

"Merde, I forgot how much that burns." He grimaced, regarding me.

I winced in agreement, the second sip taking me much further back than the first.

"Well done for today, by the way."

I shrugged, "Only so many times that Liam will let me past."

To be fair, I wasn't sure I would've thought about it as much if I was out partying with him, with the whole team. Even Lando had tried his best to persuade me to come, giving his best guilt-inducing gaze, balanced by those dark, glossy eyes. But I had no other choice than to say no. To overthink everything. To see him.

Because there wasn't a choice.

I couldn't say no to him.

And he knew that.

"He wasn't doing anything with the position anyway." He said.

I shrugged again.

"I do think about it sometimes." He gave back the bottle. "If I stayed with Lamborghini."