second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 87

"no." i say, stoping where i was walking. i can't do the weigh in.

"angel, come on." he says.

"i can't do that, no." i say, shaking my head

"i know, i know you don't want to do it. but you have too okay? you don't have to look, you can just stand." he says, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"come on." jules, gently moving me forward.

i walked over to the scales, and step on then. i still had my helmet on, so thankfully no one could see.

"there you go, all done. looks like lando's waiting for you." jules says, once we were walking away.

"maybe you can take this off now?" he says, tapping my helmet.

i take off my helmet, as jules is called away, but lando walks over whilst i was sorting out my hair.
he holds out his arms, and hugs me, congratulating me on the win, and the battle with him for the win.

"you know, id normally be angry loosing a win like that. but to you? i'm glad you won, you deserve it kid." he says, arm across my shoulder.

"thank you lando, i guess we got our battle hm?"

"oh yeah, it was really good actually. i mean that overtake, perfect. couldn't have defended it any other way." he says, as i begin to feela little light headed.

"thank you, have the interviews started yet?"

"i think ollie is just about to start his interview so you have time."

"yeah, yeah." i say nervously.

i knew that everyone would be watching this interview. and it scared me. i didn't know what they would think, what they would ask. what if i messed it up?

everyone is going to say how ugly you look.

"angel? angel?" lando says, repeating my name as i zoned out.

"what? sorry." i say, looking across at him.

"are you okay?"

"did you eat before the race?"

"yeah, yeah, don't worry worry about me. i'm doing fine, okay?" i say, giving him a reassuring smile.

i'm eating right? i'm fine now, or at least that's what i want them to think. but the war in my mind is constantly going, i'm so not fine. i know i should eat, but i hate myself when i do.

"okay, well. maybe you should eat something else? ask jules to get you something?" he suggests.

"no, no ill be fine. i'll eat later, like normal. don't you need to go get ready for your interview?"

"have you drunk any water?"

"no, i haven't. i will do, just don't- thanks." i say, as he hands me a bottle.

"drink up, i've got to go." he says, patting me on the shoulder before walking over to the interview area where ollie was finishing up.

i drank some of the water, which i guessed was lando's whilst making my way over to the interview area where lando currently was, just as my sight begins to go blurry.

i grab onto the stand beside me to support me up, which catches lando's gaze from the interview. fuck.

he finishes his interview, looking over at me every so often. i can guarantee he's about to go and tell ollie about this.

stupid girl, you need to hide it better. your going to have to eat more now. your going to get ugly, fat pig.

"angelina first of all congratulations." nico rosberg says, as i take hold of a microphone.

"thank you nico." i say, smiling a little whilst also messing with my hands to distract myself.

"you were amazing, truly. after your surgery on your birthday, do you think you are fully healed now?"

"yeah, i would say that. i mean i still get a little plain sometimes but it's not much. im pretty much back to normal now."

"so your surgery was not the reason for your media removal this weekend? was it to do with mental health, or could you specify?"

"not exactly any of those reasons, it was just the best decision for me this weekend."

"well, back to the race. how does it feel to win your fourth f1 race, in just your first year!"

"yeah, no. it feels really good. but i suppose the season isn't over yet, there's still races i can win. i definitely want to aim for one more race win before the season is finished. and i know i made a mistake in the final lap of qualifying yesterday, so i wanted to make up for it."

"make up for it, you did. your sharing the podium with your fiancée, oliver, does that make this podium more special?"

"of course, any achievement of him is special to me, especially in the differences of cars. and me and lando are good friends as well, which makes it better."

"well you both have us the fight you promised. now before we have to let you go. the one question everyone wants to know is when are we getting more music?!"

"soon, i think." i say, before thanking nico and heading over to the cool down room, messing with my thumbs as i go, my vision still going n blurry every so often.

"there she is." lando says, as i enter the room, ollie turning around to look at me.

"hey- ang, are you okay?" he asks worriedly.

"yeah, i think i just need to sit down." i say, stumbling into ollie's arms, everything going black.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼 i know you love cliffhangers