second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 114

a few days later...

breaking news: franco colapinto is confirmed to drive for aramco aston martin for the 2026 season.

"oh my god!" i shout from lying on the couch.

"what's happened?" ollie asks, turning around from cleaning the kitchen.

"you know how lance is leaving? franco is going to be my teammate!" i say excitedly, getting up and showing him my phone.

"that's good for him, did you not know it was going to happen?" he asks.

"well i heard rumours, but nothing was mentioned to me. i should call him!" i say, finding his contact on my phone.

(franco's replies in bold)

"hey! congratulations on the seat!"
"thank you, it's an amazing opportunity."
"we are going to be great teammates, as long as you don't crash into me that is"
"as long as you don't crash into me."
"are you moving up to milton keynes?"
"sadly yes."
"warning, it's the most boring place you could live at. ever."
"lucky me."

i talk to franco for a little while longer, excited for such a good friend of mine to be my teammate.  10 minutes later i was saying goodbye to franco, and heading into the kitchen where ollie was still cleaning.

"love, im about to start cooking. why are you cleaning?" i ask, laughing slightly as i wrap my arms around him from behind.

"oh, i forgot about that." he replies, putting the cleaning supplies down and turning around so he was facing me.

i move my arms to around his neck, his hands going around my waist as i lean up to kiss him.

"what is it tonight to eat?" he says, smirking as he knows what my answer is going to be, as i give him a glare.

"the same as the last two bloody nights." i say, as he kisses me again, and i forget the momentary anger i had for him.

"potato, broccoli and salmon?" he teases.

"i would kill jules if it meant i could have a bowl of good pasta."

"i'm sure we can tweak your food, and he doesn't have to know." he says.

"do we have the ingredients?" i ask eagerly.

"most likely."

i take a seat on the counter as i give ollie the list of the ingredients needed, thankfully having them all.

"you want me too cook?" he offers, standing in between my legs.

"thanks, but no thanks. no offense, i just don't want burnt pasta." i say, making him laugh slightly.

" offense taken." he jokes, picking me up and placing me down on the floor.

"i can jump off the counter myself, im not short." i say.

"can you though? your feet didn't reach the floor." he teases.

"keep it up, and i'm burning your food." i joke, as he sits on the counter, finding our kitchen playlist on his phone.

after 30 minutes of singing and dancing in the kitchen, with a sprinkle of cooking, we were finally sat at the table eating the pasta whilst watching a netflix show on the tv.

"last weekend of the season next week." ollie says.

"it's crazy how fast the season has gone by." i reply, taking another bite of food.

"yeah."

"and you know what the good thing about this season being over? we don't have to stay in milton keynes any longer." i say, as he cheers, making me laugh.

"so where do we move too?"

"monaco is too basic." i say.

"no, it's nice to visit. but i wouldn't live there." ollie agrees.

"one day i would like to live in a house in italy. but i think we leave that a few years."

"london? it's quite central, and we can sirlk come up here for when we have to go to the teams." ollie suggests.

"that's a good idea, wait until we are fully settled into formula one before properly moving."

"we can go look at apartments in the winter break?"

"yeah, it will be fun." i say, smiling across at ollie and gently squeezing his hand.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy!

sorry it's short ive been really busy these past two days ❤️