second chances ~ ollie bearman (2)

part 116

"angel angel angel angel." lando says as soon as i walk into the room.

"yes lando?" i reply, laughing at his enthusiasm.

"you know that you won the race right? but you didn't last week-" he says, as i give him a joking glare.

"yes..." i reply, as i sit in my seat, charles sat in his just laughing at lando.

"and how your so happy for me being champion." he adds.

"get to the point idiot."

"will you be so kind to your fans, and me, and release the new song?" he asks.

"erm, i don't know you will have to check spotify. oh my god i didn't even notice you almost hit me!" i say, watching the highlights replay of the race as lando runs out.

"sometimes i think hes the youngest on the grid." i say to charles.

"oh definitely." he replies, as we carry on watching the highlights.

"that was a really good overtake." i say, as it shows charles overtaking oscar for the last position on the podium.

"thanks, it felt good. took me a few laps but-"

"ANGELINAAAAAA" someone shouts, running back in. lando.

"yes lando?" i reply, laughing whilst i tske a sip of my water.

"your so mean, it's not even there." he says, showing me his phone.

"er open it and close it."

"close it and reopen it you mean." he corrects.

"i can unrelease it if you wish."

"no, no i'm good. oh thank god it's there." he says, about to listen to it when we get called away for the podium.

"bastards." he says.

"testa di cazzo." i add.

"sí." he says confidently.

"is that the only word of italian you know?"

"no, i know erm grazie mille, merda."

"oh my god, are you asking for a fine from the fia?"

"what? no it means erm maybe."

"no lando, no." i say shaking my head.

"shit." he says.

"that's what it means."

"oh shit, i said that to an old woman." he says, as i start laughing.

"you are begging for a fine i swear." i say, as we wait for our names to be announced for the podium.

"nah im the champion." he replies smugly, a smile on his face.

first it was charles, and he was cheered on, then lando who had an even bigger cheer. then my name, and i walk out, waving out my team down below, before turning to face jules quickly.

"how is it on the podium hm?" i say to him.

"bloody brilliant." he replies, a smile on his face.

i turn back around for the italian national anthem to begin, looking down at my family, mom, dad, kimi, ollie, ollie's parents, and even tom was there. there were all cheering for me.  and of course, seb.

all of them proud of me, of what i was able to do. even after everything that happened, i was still here. i was one of the best drivers on the grid. me. and it felt good. really good.

i was proud of myself, something i barely ever said. for my first year, id say ive done pretty good.

this feeling.... its motivation. motivation to get better, to keep going. and next year i mean it when i say im going for the championship.

once the italian national anthem was over, and the british national anthem because aston martin was a british team, the trophies were handed out.

i couldn't help but smile seeing the happiness on jules' face when he lifted the trophy up. the whole team cheered down below, me more than any of them.

then charles got his trophy, followed by lando and finally i did. as i lifted it up, cheers erupted from down below. the sea of british racing green, all clapping their hands and cheering my name, my family calling out, especially ollie. god i love him.

we all swap the trophies for the bottles of champagne and as the song begins to play, i immediately spray jules in the face which he was definitely not expecting. he was drenched. so was i, getting sprayed by lando from behind, who i obviously spray back. and charles spraying everyone like a menace.

once we were all covered in bubbly liquid, and after having a long long drink, we all step onto the top step for our photo. well, try too. lando clearly drank a bit too much and almost fell off, which i would not be letting him forget. but, i suppose after tonight we will all be stumbling with far too much alcohol in our bodies.

after walking away from the podium, i stand to talk with jules, a moment to catch up with the most important person from my garage.

"good year then?" i ask him, before taking a long sip of water.

"amazing angel, really. all thanks to you."

"no, it's thanks to you. i mean i really couldn't have a better engineer. ever. there's no-one else i would want to be in my ear."

"couldn't ask for a better driver. you make the paddock a better place for everyone." he says, as my family, and ollie's come over.

"except for when she gets angry. then she is not a fun person to be around." kimi says, laughing a little before i pull him into a hug.

"maybe next year you can be as good as me yeah?" i joke, before letting go of the hug and hugging both my parents, and finally, ollie again.

"so proud of you baby." he whispers into my ear, before kissing me on the cheek.

"i love you." i say, my hand cupping his face before leaning up to kiss him properly on the lips.

"i can't wait to marry you." he replies, kissing me back.

"ew." both of our brothers say at the same time, as we both look at them covering each others eyes before we both start laughing.

"don't worry tom, you'll get a girlfriend too soon. after all, you are my brother." ollie jokes.

|| authors note ~ hope you enjoy! sorry it's a bit late ❤️