𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri

PART THIRTY SIX

I've just read another heartbreaking landoscar fic so you can have this heartfelt chapter <3

Word count; 2,545

Tomás

Slamming the car door behind me, I sauntered towards the veranda, thudding my fist on the door. Oscar was quick to join my side, hands casually sat in his pockets, until we both realised we were missing a third person and looked over our shoulders; Franco hadn't moved from the driveway, admiring the villa before him, merely catching up to reality. Hours ago, he was in Marseille, participating in an F2 race with no prospect of a future in the sport. Now, that was all going to change, and he didn't even know how.

A cameriera answered the door, "Mr Facundo, what a pleasure to see you."

"Thank you, miss." I replied, looking over my shoulder again, "¡Vamos, Franco!"

The Argentine's attention snapped in our direction, and he galloped up the stairs to the porch, astonished even by the fact that the cameriera was insisting on taking his things.

"Annamaria has had a room prepared for him, no?" I confirmed.

"Of course, Mr Facundo." She readjusted Franco's coat in her arms. "The rest of the guests are in the dining room."

Oscar asked me, "Mind if I go grab a jumper first?"

"You can borrow mine." I offered genuinely, handing him the hoodie that lounged over my shoulder.

The McLaren driver grinned. On the outside, the suggestion was completely innocent, void of any underlying connotations - just a friend offering another their jumper. But we both knew there was more to it; ever since he had borrowed my shirt the last time we were in Bologna together, I'd loved the mere thought of him in my clothes.

He slid into my hoodie, and I wondered if anyone else would notice it was from Lamborghini's collection when they were first announced as a Formula 1 team; completely black, with a threaded gold line just below the ribs.

I wondered if anyone else would notice it was mine.

We headed towards the dining room, but then I realised Franco had dettached himself again. This time, he was examining the foyer; the tall, white walls, with a ceiling that never seemed to stop.

"Don't you want to meet everyone?" I questioned with a smile.

Franco smiled nervously. For someone who was so confident in the media, he sure seemed to lack self-assurance. It almost let me forget he had only just turned twenty.

Emerging in the dining room, I pronounced, "Are we interrupting?"

Their heads all turned, rejoicing at our arrival.

"About damn time," Lando commented.

"Where the hell have you been?" Liam added.

"Well..." I stepped aside, revealing the man behind me, who had shyly taken refuge in my shadow.

In fact, he was the most astonished he'd ever been. Maybe it was the fact he was staring at a table with four Formula 1 drivers - one of which was a World Champion. Who could blame him?

Liam piped up, "Who have you kidnapped this time?"

"I haven't kidnapped anyone," I beamed.

"No, Taz, Liam's right," Lando clasped his hands together, pushing his tongue to his inner cheek. "He looks terrified."

Magui pursed her lips sympathetically, "Maybe because you're talking about him like he isn't even here."

"So are you."