second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 112

normally, if i was sat next to lando, we would have probably chatted the whole car ride, but i wasn't exactly in the mood to talk to him. and im guessing he understood that, he didn't even try to.

i talked a bit with lance, and he spoke to lando, but the car ride was only three minute long down the pit lane. before long i was out of the car and i was out of the car with a microphone in my hand whilst waiting for the interview to start, lead by nico rosberg. thankfully, someone was holding an umbrella above me, but i take it from them to hold myself.

"angel! what an amazing race, amazing performance from you today to get to p3."

"thank you, yeah very difficult race, difficult conditions out there. difficult drivers out there."

"such a shame what happened at the start, sending you to the back. but you came alive in the car, you were flying up the grid."

"i guess."

"and the decision to prioritise your teammate over you, that was your idea?"

"yes, lance only has one race weekend left and i er, he's been a great teammate to me this last year. but overall he had a better job of points today after what happened to me."

"clearly not much better, look where you finished!"

"yeah i guess, just not the result i wanted today . it's not my fault, but still very frustrating after all the hard work from the team."

"now one final question, they one we are all waiting for the answer. you said you would release your new song if you won, but sadly you didn't- would you still release it?" he asks.

"maybe, i guess your going to have to wait and see." i say, before thanking nico before handing the microphone to lance and finally spotting ollie.

i probably wasn't allowed to leave that area, but i sneak round the barrier to reach ollie, hugging him as i great him.

"hey." i reply, my head resting on his chest.

"hey baby." he replies, resting his head on top of mine with his hand gently stroking my back.

"i can't believe what he did- and he still wins?!" i complain.

"i know it's frustrating."

"i hate him. he's a shit driver he doesn't deserve to win."

"horrendous driver." ollie comforts.

"and then the fucking pit stop went wrong." i say, pulling away, but still staying close to him.

"it sounds like an annoying race."

"trust me, it was. i'm ready to go to bed right now and not even think about the race- like it didn't happen."

"i think you should talk to lando, you don't want to be argueing over something that happened in a race."

"he needs to apologise." i say, before being called over.

"im sure he will do." ollie says, before i quickly kiss him before heading to the cool down room where lance had just gone.

lando's pov:

"congratulations on the win lando!"

"thank you, happy to get maximum points but er i most likely wouldn't have won today if the first lap ended differently."

"you mean the contact with the aston martin?"

"yeah, angel is an amazing driver and she had a difficult race through no fault of her own."

"are you two still friends?"

"of course, we will talk and it will be fine."

i answer a few more questions about the race before finally heading to the cool down room. i wanted to talk to angel, now the race was over i could feel bad for my friend.

angel's pov:

"you did great out there angel." lando says, as he sits beside me on the p1 chair as i nod a bit, drinking my water, as lance takes over the conversation with lando.

a few minutes passed before we were called to the podium, and i was the first to leave the room. i would talk to lando, but here was not the time or place. as i stood waiting behind the podium, i was soon joined by both the other drivers.

i was happy to be on the podium, it was a good result. it just wasn't good for me. it wasn't good for how i started the race. people expected me to win, i expected myself to win. and i didnt.

as i was p3, i headed out onto the podium whilst waving to the fans watching, immediately spotting my brother and fiancé stood below, cheering loudly. i couldn't not smile at them.

lance then made his way out, followed by lando who had an even louder cheer.

we all took our place on the podium as the national anthems begin to play. the british national anthem, once for lando, and again for aston martin.

the music begins to play, and the champagne begins to spray, everyone on the podium getting soaked before it was time for photos. i place the champagne bottle safely down on the floor, and pick up the 3rd position trophy before climbing into the top step of the podium.

i hover my hand behind lando's back, him doing the same, whilst lance also puts his arm around lando. we take the photos, before getting a final cheer from the fans below before leaving the podium.

i walk alongside lance, as we head back out to go and meet people from below- him to his dad, and me to ollie and kimi.

they were both already waiting by the door, and i hug them both when greeting them.

"you had an amazing race lina." kimi says, smiling at me as ollie puts his arm around me.

"it could have been better." i reply, resting my head against ollie's shoulder.

"angel, you got hit and the car was damaged, you went to the back of the grid and made your way up, then had a shit pit stop, and even in the rain you finished p3. and you gave up finishing p2 for your teammate." ollie says.

"it's not the result you wanted, but in everyone else's eyes, it was so much better. you can still get the next position in the championship next race week, but today you proved how much of a good driver you are, even when things go wrong." kimi carries on.

"i guess." i reply, smiling slightly, thankful for both ollie and kimi being there for me.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! 🫶🏼

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