|| 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...
it was the beginning of the dutch grand prix weekend, media day. i had been in the netherlands for two days already, but i only spent one of them at the track. thankfully im not in as much pain as last week.
"baby, should i order the taxi yet?" ollie asks, walking over to where i was sat.
"yes, i just need to change but i wont be long." i say, giving him a smile before picking up my clothes to change.
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i look at myself in the mirror, covering my stomach with my arms before walking out of the bathroom, taking a seat beside ollie.
"the taxi will be here soon." he says, taking hold of one my hands and kissing it gently.
"does your stomach hurt today?" he asks.
"hm? no, it hasn't for a while. why?" i reply.
"because your arm is covering it." he points out, and i quickly move it.
"just placement i guess, shall we head down to the lobby?" i say, standing up quickly and stumbling a little.
"woah, slow down." ollie says, steadying me by holding my waist.
"sorry, tripped over my own feet." i say, trying to laugh it off.
"are you sure?" he asks worriedly.
"yeah."
"okay." he says, ending the conversation. i could tell he didn't believe me. he's suspecting me.
"are we heading down then?" i ask, picking up my bag.
"oh yeah. do you want to stop by the oak berry stand in the paddock?" he replies, following me out of the hotel room.
i can't eat that. god i'll look even more fat in front of the cameras. but if ollie suspects anything he's just going to make me eat more and more. i'll just go to the gym again tonight, burn it off.
"yeah sounds good." i say, slipping my hand into his.
once we had reached the hotel entrance, i spotted the taxi pulling up just outside, so we head straight to the taxi, taking our seat in the back of the car.
"your in the conference today, right?" ollie asks.
"yes, i am. i think it's me, lando, oscar and george or charles. i can't remember. but what do you have today?
"just a few interviews, and a brand video. not much."
"well you had a really busy media day last time. you couldn't sleep that night from the amount of coffees you had. and you didn't let me sleep."
"well we had fun so it's fine."
"ollie, you made me play uno for over an hour. that's your idea of fun?"
"anything with you is fun. but also uno. everyone likes uno."
"not when it's two in the morning."
"well then, i promise we can get extra sleep tonight to make up for it.",
"actually i have a pretty late day today, don't wait for me."
"are you sure? i don't mind how long i have to wait."
"yeah, i just don't know when im going to be finished. but i'll come back with jules, don't worry."
"well whatever's best for you baby. we can spend tomorrow night together instead." he says, kissing the top of my head as the taxi pulls to a stop and we climb out, ollie arms going straight across my shoulders.
we head over to the oakberry stand and each get a smoothie, before taking a seat on a nearby bench to eat them whilst chatting away about everything. that's was something i loved about him, he could always talk about anything and everything. it helped distract me. at least until we had to get to our garages. then all the thoughts come flooding back. by the time we got up, i had eaten about a quarter of the smoothie.
ollie always drops me off at aston martin, i do t think there has been a time he hadn't. just to get the final kiss goodbye.
"right well, i'll call you later." i say, as ollie leans down to kiss me.
"okay, have a good day baby."
"you too." i reply, before we both say goodbye and i head into aston martin.
|| authors note ~ an extra post today! and i will post again tomorrow! hope you enjoy 🫶🏼
