second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 113

after my very needed motivational speech from my brother and fiancé, i had to head towards the media centre for a press conference. lance had already left, so i was hoping i wouldn't be late.

"angel- wait." someone says, jogging up to me from behind. i knew who it was, so i stop and turn to face him.

"i'm sorry." he replies.

"i needed to win today, i needed the points." i reply quietly.

"i know."

"i would have been fourth lando, fourth in the championship. it's unheard of for someone like me to even be here, let alone this high in the championship."

someone like me- me being a girl.

"i know." he says again, and i knew he was sorry. i could tell he felt bad for what happened in the race.

"i completely misjudged that corner, i never meant to take you out like that."

"you did amazing, even with the shitty pit stop. you deserved the win today." he carries on.

"i'm still mad at you." i say finally.

"that's fair." he replies, and i couldn't help but smile slightly at my friend.

"i was planning on stabbing your tires when i left tonight, but turns out your in a rental car... but you might have to keep an eye on your car next time your in milton keynes" i joke, as lando laughs and my smile widens.

"okay, i guess i would deserve that." he replies, a smile on his face.

"oh, you deserve worse. but i guess making a fool out of you next weekend is probably bad enough." i joke, as his smile widens, a laugh escaping from his mouth again.

"so, we good?" he asks.

"maybe just a little." i reply, as we both begin walking towards the media centre, realising how late we were going to be.

"next time try not to hit me when your trying to pass."

"noted- but no promises." he jokes.

"and, i know it wasn't on purpose- everything i said was just in the heat of the moment." i say, a moment later.

"what did you say?"

"just, don't ask ollie." i say, as lando smiles.

he enters the room first, as i stay outside to quickly send a message back to my parents. finally, i enter the room and take my seat. the room was very much full of reporters

the questions were pretty much the same every time, asking about the race and the team.

"this race you hoped to jump a position in the drivers championship to p4, how will those affect your championship battle at the next race." one of the reporters asks me.

"it will be the same, hard. everyone on the grid is talented, maybe they lack it at times, but i'm still going for p4 in the championship. i'm not giving up until i cross the checkered flag." i reply, speaking into the microphone.

"is it lando who you think lacks the talent at times?" the same reporter asks, and the room goes silent, everyone looking at me for my answer, everyone looking for the next article headline. everyone looking for drama, a way to pick apart our lives.

i couldn't help but have a slight smile sneak onto my face.

"do you think he lacks talent?" i reply, getting no response.

"hm." i reply, as i could see both lance and lando smiling. that shut the reporter up, didn't it?

"okay, let's move on." the leading interviewer says.

a few more questions get asked, before we were back to the topic of my and lando's incident earlier.

"angel, you spoke about people lacking talent at times. but what about mistakes? do you think that lando makes too many mistakes when under pressure- perhaps leading to the contact on lap one?" the same reporter as before says.

"well he's just won the race, so er i think you can answer that one yourself."

"lando, what about you- do you think angel makes too many mistakes in general?" the reporter asks.

"i do make mistakes, i know that. i think we all know i made one last year that almost cost me my life. but everyone makes mistakes, just because we are formula one drivers doesn't mean we can't make mistakes too." i answer for him, as lando struggles to find the words.

"angel makes very little mistakes, take today for an example."

"okay... any questions about the race?" the interviewer interupts.

"did the incident on lap one affect your friendship at all?" someone else asks. i could have sworn lando had already been asked this in the past half an hour since the race finished.

"no." me and lando reply at the same time.

"look, im mad at what happened, and i was pissed at him. but he's apologised and i know he didn't intentionally hit me. im not going to pretend it hasn't happened, but we've talked. i'm not a child anymore. i can deal with these things. he messed up, he's admitted that. but it's racing- like i said people make mistakes." i say, before looking across at lando.

"i've forgiven him- partly. maybe he still needs to give me a proper apology, definitely before the next race. sadly not a drink, because i'm not 21 yet, but ill find something. hopefully a good coffee." i say, as lando laughs.

"no promises." he replies.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! i know how much you have been waiting for lando and angel to make up, so here it is. couldn't keep you waiting for any longer ❤️