after sitting on the floor for a minute or two after jules leaves, i pick up my phone and call ollie. i didn't want to bother him, even though he tells me over and over again i could never bother him. i still feel a little guilty distracting him with a phone call.
but ollie always answers, no matter what he is doing.
(ollie's replies in bold)
"hey."
"hey ol..."
"are you okay? you sound like you've been crying."
"that's because i have."
"what happened?"
"i can still race... just."
"that's great news baby, i told you they would let you. but im guessing they put you on a plan?"
"they are making one... yeah. it's er it's not good."
"i'm sorry, i know it's going to be hard. but what happened?"
"they told me, showed me an idea for a plan, and it was too much. i got overwhelmed and left the room, i guess i had a panic attack... but uhm netflix just wouldn't leave me alone."
"twats, was jules there?"
"yeah, he helped a bit, but they stayed around the corner filming. i think today wouldn't have been as bad if they weren't there. knowing that people are going to see the videos and everything i've had to do... not nice."
" i know, it's shit. hopefully the producers have some decency and don't include any of it."
"i hope so... do you think you can pick me up tonight?"
"of course baby, i was already planning on it."
"thank you."
"you don't need to thank me...how much work do you have left to do now?"
"well, i think i have a meeting about media, and just two hours on the sim i think, but ill let you know."
i talk to ollie for a little while longer, almost forgetting about what had just happened. thats just what ollie is good at, making me forget the bad. one of the many reasons i love him. obviously i can't forget how caring he is, how kind he is, how he always actually listens to me, how he makes me feel safe, which was something i don't think i ever felt with nick. and of course, how absolutely gorgeous that man is. his eyes, his smile, his hair. everything.
although personally he could be slightly shorter, being 5"7 is not fun stood next to him. i know im
not short, but i look it next to him. oh well, i love him either way.
finally, a few hours later i was done for the day at aston martin. and i was just waiting for ollie to arrive to pick me up. i was just scrolling mindlessly through my phone to pass the time, when i get a message notification from ollie.
i grab my bag, and go and say goodbye to everyone who was still working, which was only a few mechanics, before heading out to ollie, who was waiting outside the car.
"hey." he says as i approach him, placing me arms around him in a hug.
"hey." he replies, putting his arms around me too, resting his head on top of mine.
"today was a shit day... and i want to go to bed." i say, resting my head on his chest.
"okay baby. anything else you want?" he says, laughing slightly.
"a good pasta."
"anything else?"
"and you, of course." i say, looking up at him.
"oh yeah, i know that." he says, before kissing me.
"mhm." i reply, kissing him back.
"are we stopping at the store on the way back then?"
"yes, i'm making my pasta." i say, before we break away and get into the car, ollie opening my door for me.
"only you would make pasta after the day you have had."
"well i'm not going to make the pasta just the sauce."
"i thought you would be tired."
"i am, but an italian is never too tired to make pasta. you should know this by now."
"of course." he says, before turning the radio on, and loud once he realised it's taylor swift and starts singing along.
i couldn't help but laugh at him but all the same i thought it was very cute. i grab my phone out of my pocket and record him before also uploading it to my instagram story, which i feel i have been ignoring for a while now. i think ive been ignoring all my social media recently.
after a few minutes of driving, i get a text message from lando. well, five messages.
lando
angel
angel
angel
aaangeell
ANGEL
what happened to hello?
since when did tate mcrae follow YOU
since we are friends??
is someone jealous
YOUR FRIENDS?
and you didn't think to mention it to me?
i didn't think it was that big of a deal tbh
i did not realise you were her no.1 biggest fan
well clearly you don't know me
well i clearly hope your coming to my las vegas show then
i think you are going to love it
your
performing
with
tate
mcrae??!!
🤔🤔
am i?
are you?
you tell me i don't know
guess your going to have to come and find out 🙂↔️
i turn my phone to show ollie the messages, as he was wondering why i was laughing to myself.
"are you?!" he asks.
"olive james bearman! you should know the answer to that." i say, hitting him gently on the shoulder.
"should i?"
"i'm going to london to rehearse it." i say, as he nods finally remembering, whilst i shake my head at his moment of stupidity.
lando
how did today go? i'm guessing your still driving because there's been no announcement.
it was definitely not the best day i've ever had
but i'm still racing, and i should focus on that more than focusing on the negatives
meal plan?
yeah
i don't have it yet, but i will by the end of the week they say
and netflix were twats
when aren't they?
that's true
but they should have some decency you know? like surely they shouldn't film someone who clearly needs to be left alone
i'm sorry angel
they really can be dicks
|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼
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