|| 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...
the next morning i woke up to ollie's arms wrapped tightly around me, my head rested in his chest which was slowly rising. i didn't want to move, i wanted to stay in that position forever.
"good morning." ollie says softly.
"morning." i reply, looking up to see his face.
i stared for a moment, taking in all of his features (as if i don't have them memorised). his soft, warm brown eyes that i loose myself in. his hair, soft to the touch of my fingers, and not curly, but curly in just the right way. and his smile, easily the best smile i have ever seen. he's perfect.
you don't deserve him, he's too good for you. he deserves someone far better.
i pull my eyes away from him, breaking eye contact. i felt his hand gently move my face back, before he leans in and gently kisses me. i want to ignore these thoughts, i really do. but they practically take over my mind.
"how did you sleep?" he asks, once we both pull away.
"amazingly, you?" i ask.
"'mm perfect." he says, messing with the end of my hair, whilst still keeping a hold on me with his other arm.
"what time is it?" i ask.
"about 7."
"are you getting up?" i ask.
"nope, im comfortable." he says, and i couldn't help but smile.
"ol, i need to shower." i say.
"nooo." he complains.
"i'll stay for five minutes okay?" i ask, and he nods, before pulling me closer to him and hiding his face in my hair, as i place my hand on the back of his head.
finally ollie let go of me, and i headed to the bathroom to shower.
"baby? are you okay?" ollie asks, knocking on the door a while later.
"yes, why?" i reply.
"you've been in there for half an hour." he replies.
it hadn't felt like that long, although all i had done so far was stand in the shower, letting the water drip down to the floor.
"sorry, i'll hurry up." i shout back, before grabbing the shampoo bottle.
"don't rush, i was just checking." he replies.
15 minutes later, i was finished in the bathroom and began to get ready. i didn't do much, i didn't have the energy too. i barely did any makeup, only a bit of mascara. yet i still spent a long time sat in front of the mirror.
"should i order the taxi to come in 20 minutes?" ollie asks, sitting on the bed a little behind me.
"yeah, i'll just get changed now." i say, giving him a slight smile as i get up and walk over to the wardrobe to find the outfit i had planned for today.
i take the clothes and change into them, turning to look at myself in the mirror afterwards to see how i looked. i felt ugly.
lipstick on a pig.
i could feel the tears in my eyes, as i sit down against the bed, knees up to my chest and hanging my head back.
"baby? what's wrong?" ollie asks, immediately sitting in front of me as the tears pour down my face as i shake my head.
"i hate it. i look terrible." i say quietly.
"come here." he says, moving so he could pull me into his arms.
"and you don't look terrible, okay? you look gorgeous."
"i'm sorry." i say a while later, my head resting on his shoulder.
"it's okay, i'm here for you. why don't i get you something else to wear?" he suggests and i nod.
he walks over and hands me a pair of pants and a hoodie to wear, and taking the old outfit once i was ready.
(outfit below)
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"comfortable?" he asks, sitting down beside me again.
"yeah, thank you."
"of course baby." he says, kissing the top of my head.
"what if people say something?"
"about what? you being comfortable?"
"well, yeah."
"well then they are idiots who don't know what your going through... did you talk to lando?"
"erm well, no i didnt."
"okay, when your ready too you should."
"i think i will if i see him today." i say.
"yeah?"
"yeah."
"that's great." ollie says, getting a notification on his phone.
"the taxi is here." he says, helping me up to my feet.
a few minutes later, we had made it out of the hotel and into the taxi. unluckily, it was pouring with rain outside, and neither one of us had an umbrella. although luckily for me, ollie gave me his coat.
"do you want to get another oakberry?" ollie asks.
"i'm not really hungry, i think ill just eat later." i reply, and surprisingly ollie didn't argue back.
ollie's pov:
"im not really hungry, i think ill just eat later."
i saw straight through her lies, i mean of course i would. but, i know shes having a hard time at the moment, and i don't want to make it worse. she needs to eat, there's no doubt about it. but i just don't think forcing it onto her immediately is the best way to help her. and yeah im worried for her.
so im just going to take it slowly with her.
|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! when will angel talk to lando again?? ❤️
