second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 94

the next morning i wake up to my phone alarm, and an empty bed. i groan whilst rolling over to find my phone and turn off the screeching alarm before pulling myself from under the blankets on a hunt to find ollie.

"morning." i say, sliding into a chair whilst yawning.

"how do you feel?" he asks, looking up from the cleaning he was doing.

"not good." i reply, rubbing my eyes.

"any worse?"

"a little bit, i've still got a headache though. do we have any medication?"

"you took the last of it last night, but i can go to the shop if you want?"

"no, it's fine, i'll just get some on the way home tonight." i say, rubbing my forehead with my fingers.

"no, you can't wait that long: i'll go now. i'll be five minutes- if that." ollie says, as he finishes putting away the cleaning things and starts to put on his shoes.

"ollie, no. it's half 7 in the morning." i say, getting off the chair and walking over to him.

"i'm going." he says,  looking down at me.

"i can wait until later ol."

"does it hurt?"

"ol.."

"does your head hurt?"

"..yes." i say.

"then you need medication, it's as simple as that."

"i can't let you go, you will end up being late to haas."

"i would rather be late than you deal with a headache today." he says, and i knew he wasn't changing his mind.

"okay. thank you."

"of course baby." he says, putting his hand on my neck as he leans down to kiss me.

"go back to bed." he says and i nod.

"okay i will." i say, before saying goodbye again to ollie as he leaves.

before going back to bed, i head to the kitchen and take my vitamins to hopefully help get rid of this illness as soon as possible. i would hate to be this ill tomorrow in london although it was most likely going to happen.

and it wasn't helping that i was stressed, incredibly. it was making me sick to my stomach. so, i grab my phone. and call kimi, knowing he would pick up. he always does.

(italian)

(kimi's replies in bold)

"hey kimi- are you busy?
"hey, no i'm just at home lina, are you okay? has something happened?"
"not really, i mean nothing bad has happened. but... im just stressed out a lot and i needed to talk to you."
"well, im always here for you. so what do you want to talk about?"
"it's just- i don't want to stop racing, i love it. i can't imagine doing anything else. but i don't want the fia to give me a meal plan and training schedule that i can't stick too... it's just- when it's too strict, when it's so much all at once. it's overwhelming."
"i know you struggle with them. but they are needed to help you gain weight. i wish i could say they will understand what your going through, and they will build it up slowly. but im not going to lie to you. they probably won't."
"that's what im scared about. if i don't follow it, if i cant, then they might kick me out."
"it will be hard, but your strong. you came back from the dead if you have forgotten."
"i did, yeah."
"that's like superhero shit... what do you do when it gets hard now? without whatever is going to happen today?"
"i guess i talk to you, or ollie, jules, eli."
"and that's not going to change, you can always talk to someone. as a distraction. i know this isn't probably what you wanted to hear, but it's the truth."
"i know, but just knowing you will be there makes it better."
"i'll always be there, you don't ever need to worry about that."
"always?"
"always. have you eaten yet?"
"not yet, i will do. just feeling sick from stress, and i'm waiting for ollie to come back with the medication."
"okay, well make sure you eat something."
"i will. and thank you."
"course lina. i'll call you tonight, tell me how it goes yeah?"
"yeah, i will."

20 minutes later, ollie returns from the shop and calls out my name, before saying to stay in bed as he walks into the room.

"i thought you just went for medication?" i ask, noticing his full bag.

"well... yes. but then i got distracted and... yeah." he says, laughing a little.

"come on, show me what you got." i say, patting the space beside me.

"okay, well i got all the medication because i forgot to ask which one you wanted." he says, pulling out four different boxes.

"you could have just messaged me." i say, whilst smiling at his thoughtfulness all the same.

"true, but then i didn't want to wake you in case you fell back asleep." he says, before beginning to take out all my favourite snacks.

"and your favourites." he says, taking the last item out of the bag before i lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck in a hug.

"what did i ever do to deserve such a boyfriend." i say, kissing the side of his head whilst i hold him in an embrace.

"nothing." he replies his arms around my waist as he gently tackles me down backwards onto the bed, his head on top of my stomach.

"love?" i say a few moments later, gently playing with his hair.

"your going to make us both late to work, again."

"what time is it?"

"7.56, and i have to be there in two hours."

"two hours?! you have plenty of time!" he says, looking up at me with a look of such disgust i couldn't help but laugh.

"definitely not letting go after that." he says, wrapping his arms around me tighter.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

will angel and kimi always be there for each other?? maybe for now...