𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞; oscar piastri ✔

PART FORTY FOUR

Just to make this whole process easier, tell me where you guys live so I can file the restraining orders now, I don't wanna take any risks for when you're done with this chapter (I'm fearing for my life).

P.S. i sobbed while writing this. I created Taz and I love him too much. Not to mention this is the last chapter </3

Love you!!

Word count; 3,259

Oscar

I reached into the shower, turning on the hot water, "I'll call you before I go to bed. Don't pick up if you're tired."

Obstinate as always: "I'll do what I want, thank you."

I couldn't help my smile, leaning on the basin as I said, "Night, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you."

I ended the call. We'd spoken the entire way home from the track, all the way through the hotel lobby and up until here, because I couldn't go a spare moment not knowing how he was, what he was doing, if he was okay. And he was, from the sound of it. He could hold a conversation, walk a few metres on his own. He'd promised if he was in pain, he'd tell the doctors. I couldn't ask for more.

I showered, slipping into a fresh white shirt and a pair of shorts as I collapsed onto the bed. It was already midnight, though I didn't think twice about calling him, on the off chance he'd answer. He was always a night owl, anyway.

I brought my phone to my ear.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

I reached for the packet of sweets on the bedside table; Logan had introduced them to me earlier, and I'd been addicted ever since.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"The person you're calling can't make it to the phone right now. Please press one-"

I smiled, ending the call, gladdened he had gone to bed. He always wasted so much time waiting for me - for once he was thinking about himself. Finishing the packet of sweets, I brushed my teeth and went to bed, too.

Except, an hour later:

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

Brows furrowing, I squinted into the dark, confronted by the walls of my hotel room. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand, the brightness of the screen spawning a small headache in my temple.

"Hello?" I greeted, voice hoarse.

"Oscar, thank god."

My frown thickened; I hadn't registered who was calling me, but hearing Curro's voice sobered my mellow mind. I sat up.

"Curro?" I cleared my throat, "What's up?"

"It's Taz."

My pupils thinned. I switched on the lamp nearby.

"What do you mean 'it's Taz'? What's happened?"

"He-" Curro paused, struck by his own grief. "You need to come back, Oscar."

I stared at the wall opposite the bed.

"I've sent his jet. It'll be in Hungary in thirty minutes. Get to the airport."