second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 95

"baby, worrying isn't doing yourself any good." ollie says, looking across at me as i subconsciously bounce my leg up and down, shaking the car in the process.

"baby?" he asks, as i didn't hear him, too focused on my thoughts whilst staring out of the window.

"hm?" i say, turned to face him as he places his hand on mine.

"worrying like this isn't doing yourself any good." he says again.

"did you already say that?" i ask, knowing i accidentally ignored him already as he nods.

"sorry i'm trying not to stress but that's not exactly possible for me." i say.

"i know. but it's going to be fine. and you can call me whenever." he says, as we pull to a stop.

"no, i don't want to distract you." i say, leaning forward to grab my bag, as ollie turns to face me.

"angelina guilia antonelli, you are my future wife, you are my whole life. so no, a phone call from you does not distract me, because you mean so much more to me." he says, and i couldn't help but smile slightly.

"you can call me the second you leave that room. i love you." he says.

"i love you too." i reply, leaning forward to kiss him, as he kisses me back.

"netflix are here." he says once pulling away.

"fuck i forgot about that." i groan.

"it's fine, just ignore the dicks."

"they don't understand boundaries! you told me what happened at the last race, they wouldn't leave until lando made them."

"jules will be there, he will get them away if you need." ollie says, hand onto top of mine as i nod.

"i guess so... just got to ignore them right?"

"exactly, tell them to fuck off."

"i don't tell people to fuck off that much!"

"no, no, you would never." he says sarcastically and i couldn't help but laugh.

"well, the cameras are coming over, so you ready to go?" he asks, as a crew of people walk over.

"yeah, guess i don't have a choice do i?" i say.

"well could drive off and disappear to a foreign island?" he suggests.

"it's tempting i agree. but i- ill be good." i say, lack of confidence in my voice.

"okay."

i lean forward and kiss ollie on the cheek before saying goodbye and climbing out of the car.

"hey netflix, here to ruin my day some more?" i say, waving at the camera whilst walking into aston martin.

"so you think it's going to be a bad day then?" one of the cameramen asks.

"i don't know what i think today is going to be." i reply, as i walk through the entrance door, meeting jules a few steps away.

"i see your getting on well with our first visitors hm?" he jokes, hugging me as he greets me.

"best of friends we are." i reply, smiling slightly as we start our rounds of saying good morning to everyone, something i like to do every day.

but of course, i like it more when i don't have a camera following me round.

"how are you feeling, you mentioned feeling ill yesterday."

"it's not getting any better, but ollie got me some medication. i have a headache and the er nose thing." i say, signalling towards my nose.

"nose thing? blocked nose you mean?"

"that one."

"that's unlucky, your in london tomorrow right?"

"yes, i have an early train down there tomorrow."

"no driving?"

"my car is in the garage." i remind him.

"still?!" he says, as we enter the first room of people.

"exactly what i'm saying, i could do it quicker myself." i say, before starting to greet everyone.

two hours later, i was sat in my room waiting for jules to tell me that the fia had arrived. it was like time had frozen, time wasn't moving. i wasn't moving, my eyes locked on the floor which i wasn't sat on, my legs out in front of me, my hands sweating from stress. then a knock knocked me out of my daydream.

"kid, they are just pulling up now. you ready to come meet them?" he asks, opening the door as i look up at him.

"yeah." i say, taking a shaky breath and nodding, taking jules' hand to help me up from the floor.

"i would ask how are you feeling but i already know that answer." he says as we walk towards the entrance.

"yeah... so whose here for everything?" i ask.

"me, you obviously, mike, lawrence, and people from the fia. i think it's four or five of them."

"shit... i didn't know Lawrence was here."

"he only just arrived but i'm guessing he wants to know what going to happen to his driver." jules says, as we finally reach the entrance.

"smile, don't let them know your worried, and breathe." he whispers into my ear just as we go into earshot of the conversation.

there were five people from the fia, three of them to take the tests, and two to discuss the results who were talking to mike and lawerence.

"here she is." mike says as i was introduced to them all. i noticed netflix a few steps behind us, cameras out and filming.

"so im sure you have gone over all the tests already angeline, im sure you know what we are doing and why we are here." the main guy, steve, says.

of course they are called fucking steve. and he has such a slap-able face. not to mention his suit, so basic.

"yes i do. to test for safety, mine and the other drivers. to test if im capable of racing."

"then let's hope for your sake and lawrence's here, you pass them. shall we head to the room now?" he says, clapping his hands together whilst laughing at his own joke.

"of course, angel will meet us there after she changes. that is, if we are doing the fitness tests first?" jules asks.

"yes, that sounds best. see you in five minutes." steve says, before following mike to the set up room, as i head back to my room with jules.

"fucking basic bitch steve." i mutter to jules as we weren't being followed by netflix, who laughs a little.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

i found all your comments on my last part hilarious, but don't worry i won't put you through that pain this book ahaha