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Chapter 3- Heartfelt confession

Accelerating Emotions (Oscar Piastri x Reader)

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Summary- Oscar decides he wants to spend time with Y/N. The more time he spends, the more his feelings solidify. He likes her a lot. He just hopes she likes him too.

Lando was the happiest person when summer break began since he would no longer have to hear his teammate pine over his best friend's sister. Oscar was a quite and stoic man and nothing could elicit a response from him except Y/N. Even the thought of her getting hurt would make Oscar worry to no end; so he would resort to stealthy pestering Ansel while away for races on what was going on with his sister who honestly was of no help since he lived in another city. So, Oscar now depended on his mother and he would be lucky to catch glimpses of Y/N behind his mom on rare occasions. Nicole was happy her son was calling way more often then usual and she wasn't about to complain. Oscar had ulterior motives and would ask about everyone in hopes of finding out what Y/N was up too. He was sure his sisters could take care of themselves.

Summer break couldn't come any sooner for Oscar either. Oscar was back in Australia enjoying the cooler weather especially after he found out Y/N would also have July off from school when he over heard his mother talking to Y/N about her plans for July. Even Oscar wasn't sure if he ever booked plane tickets any faster than he did in that moment. Oscar decided to 'surprise' his family or another way to talk to Y/N. He texted her asking her to pick her up from the airport since he wanted to surprise everyone. That's how Y/N found herself awake at the crack ass of dawn since Oscar doesn't seem to understand timezones or so it seems and was landing in Melbourne at 5 am. Y/N would rather be asleep on the rare few days she got off from school without having to plan for the next year or make up a teaching plan for the next week. But here she was driving to the airport with the largest coffee mug she could find and a hoodie with Oscar's number on it. It was the warmest hoodie she owned and she had forgotten it was Oscar merchandise that she had stolen from her sibling.

Oscar was stood at the airport arrival terminal when Y/N drove her car to him. She rolled the window down, "You should be grateful I've known you for years because I was ready to leave you stranded at the airport when my alarm rang" she called out and popped her trunk open. Oscar placed his bags in and climbed into the passenger seat. "Thanks for picking me up" Oscar said. "I love you guys too much to explain to Nicole how I lost her son" Y/N replied after taking a sip of her once hot coffee. Oscar didn't really hear anything after 'i love you' honestly you wouldn't either if your crush directed those 3 words at you in any context. He gathered himself, "Take me to your place" Oscar asked rather commanded but who's asking. "What? Why?" Y/N asked now fully looking at Oscar who's eyes had travelled down to the hoodie Y/N was wearing and you could clearly see OP81 plastered all over it if you looked carefully enough since the hoodie looked like it was Y/N's favourite in her collection of clothes. "You're wearing my hoodie" Oscar pointed out. "What? This is my hoodie" she corrected. "It has my name and number on it" he corrected. And for the first time since she woke up she looked at herself and realised that she left the house in the hoodie she slept in which just happened to be Oscar's merchandise. "You support my merchandise" Oscar gleamed. "Ansel bought it, I stole it from him" she commented. Nothing was dimming Oscar's shine. He was just winning, in his eyes, since he landed.

"Why do you wanna come to my place?" she asked getting back to the topic. "I'm planning a surprise and I need to look prepared for it" he said while stealing glances at Y/N in his hoodie. "Since when do you plan surprises?" she asked. Oscar just shrugged and they drove to her apartment. Y/N helped Oscar grab his stuff from the trunk and brought him to her flat. The house was a mess but Oscar had seen worse. "There's coffee in the kitchen. The bathroom's that way. The guest bedroom is to your left. If you need anything, I'll be asleep in my room that's in front of you." she pointed around. "Are you going back to sleep?" Oscar asked with his puppy eyes. "I was going too, but you look like you want something. So spill" she stated. "Can we have breakfast together? I miss your pancakes, like the Japanese style one's you tried to make" Oscar pouted. "Those abominations can't be called pancakes. Now, I do make a really good pancake. So, for the flattery I will fulfill your wish" she offered.

Oscar got changed from the jeans he was wearing to a sweatshirt and joggers. Y/N had ditched the OP81 hoodie much to Oscar's dismay to wear another sweatshirt and joggers. He was hovering around her as she tried to make the pancakes, making her snap. "Okay, Osc, sweetheart, can you stop moving around so much. I can't work when people are in my space." she reprimanded him in the nicest way possible. Oscar took his place on the breakfast bar like a child that had been told off. Y/N served the pancakes with fresh fruits and maple syrup. "I didn't think those pancakes could get any better" Oscar moaned after taking one bite. Y/N smiled at him, "You flatter me" she smiled back. "Can you help me decide how to surprise my family?" Oscar asked. "I knew those weren't empty praises" she laughed.

Y/N was sat thinking while munching on her pancakes all the while Oscar would steal glances at her. "You should turn up to the house with flowers. I think they would like that" Y/N said after much deliberation on her part. "That doesn't sound grand" Oscar pointed out. "They are your family. IDK how to make it grand" she retorted. "Maybe you should take your time. It's like you want to get rid of me as soon as possible" Oscar pouted. This boy needs to stop pouting because for some reason his puppy eyes are working on her and she doesn't know how to get out of here, she thought. "Oscar, baby, I have holidays for the next few days before school and I would like to do stuff I can't when I'm busy" she said. Oscar lost his train of thought when she called him baby. "We can do stuff together" Oscar stammered, "As a thank you for helping me surprise my family" he finished. Y/N wasn't winning today, or ever again with Oscar for that matter. "Please" Oscar begged now holding on to both of her hands. Y/N for the first time since he became friend's with her brother looked at him, like really looked at him, his chocolate brown eyes or his cute little freckles that littered his face or the moles that were splattered across his face and neck; this stay wasn't going to end well for her she thought. She couldn't think straight when his warm hands were holding her's like they were the most fragile thing. She just nodded to him, pulling her hands away with a slight blush that was starting to form on her cheeks to put the dishes away.

Y/N and Oscar were sat on the sofa while Y/N was flipping through movies to watch on Netflix. "I thought you were sleepy" Oscar voiced. "I'm not anymore, someone wanted to have pancakes" she chided. Oscar just smiled and he looked like the cutest cat making her smile. She realised what she was doing so she quickly handed the remote to Oscar, "Watch whatever you want, I'm gonna get some stuff done around the house" she said walking to her room. Oscar switched the TV off and followed her into her room. "I can help" he offered, making Y/N jump. "Oscar, you scared me" she said. "Sorry" he apologised with a small smile. "You should get some sleep, you must be jet lagged. I'll wake you up for lunch" she said now pushing Oscar towards the guest room. "Try to get some sleep" she reiterated, closing the door behind her. That's how Oscar found himself lying on the bed while staring at the ceiling, imagining what it would be like to enjoy domestic bliss with her.

At some point in his daydreaming, Oscar fell asleep and only woke up at around 5 pm. He stumbled out of the room to a much cleaner flat and Y/N making dinner. "You're up" she said. "You didn't wake me up" he asked. "You looked so cute sleeping, I couldn't" she cooed. She thought I was cute, Oscar thought. "Cute in a OMG!! baby is cute way or cute in a damn that boy cute way" he asked. "Who's teaching you this stuff?" she laughed. Oscar just shrugged; "Obviously, OMG!! baby is cute way" she laughed. Oscar's shoulders seem to fall. "Dinner's almost done" she said getting ready to serve the food. Y/N and Oscar sat on the table with their plate of food. Oscar was playing around with his food; "Is it not good?" she asked. "No, no it's delicious." he replied. "But you haven't touched your plate" she pointed out. "I...do you still see me as the kid that your brother befriended?" Oscar mumbled. "Oscar, you are the kid my brother befriended" she highlighted. "But, do you see me as you know, someone who is older and more mature?" he questioned. "You are older now Oscar, and more mature too. You drive a Formula One car now, you have a life and career and we are all so proud of you." she said. Oscar hummed, "Are you proud of me?" he asked. "So proud. If you are worried about the season, it's your first season. You'll get better with time. The cars getting used to you, you're getting used to it. I'm sure next year will be the best ever. Mark my words" she reassured. Y/N thought Oscar was having anxiety with his career when he asked her that, but that was far from the truth.

"I know how to surprise everyone" she announced after dinner. "How?" Oscar asked. "We could throw a party at my place and then invite everyone. I think Ansel's visiting soon too. And surprise, you're here." she explained. "When will we do that?" Oscar asked. "Ansel is coming in 2 days, on Friday night we can have everyone come in. I'll send out the invites and you can greet everyone once they come in. I think they'll love it" she elaborated further. Oscar liked that he could stay here for a couple more days. "You're gonna have to help me" she said. "I will" Oscar agreed.

The next few days were spent cleaning the place, planning a menu out for the dinner, wrapping up the presents Oscar got everyone. They sent out the invites and everyone agreed to meet her at 7 pm on Friday. The two of them spent all of Friday decorating the place. You would find the two laughing along or having fun through out the whole planning. Oscar hoped that she would see him as more than just a kid. The time they spent together was precious for Oscar. He had bought her a necklace which he asked her to wear on Friday. "Oscar, this is beautiful. But it must be expensive" she said handing it back. "You should wear it today" he said placing it in her hands once again. "I can't take this. It looks so expensive" she mentioned admiring the necklace. "Please, it took me forever to pick out" Oscar begged. Y/N conceded.

They got dressed for the party. Y/N was wearing a navy blue midi dress, to highlight the necklace. She was struggling to zip up her dress which Oscar saw when he came to check up on Y/N. He quietly walked in and zipped up the dress; "Let me" he said. "Thanks" she whispered, her breath stuck in her throat as she felt his finger hover over her lower back. Before she could take the necklace out of the box, Oscar beat her to it, moving her hair aside, his fingers brushed past the small exposed area on her neck, bringing the necklace around and hooking it up. "Done" he mentioned. Y/N was looking at herself in the mirror with Oscar standing behind her, a small smile on his face. She turned around, "how does it look?" she asked. "Gorgeous" Oscar replied. Y/N was blushing and for the first time Oscar saw it. He felt his chest swell up at the thought of making her blush.

Everyone showed up almost at the same time, Oscar was waiting for everyone in the living room. The house was a bit cramped with everyone present but the laughter that could be heard echoing through the house was well worth it. Nicole almost cried when she saw her son and Chris gave him the biggest hug. Both of Y/N's parents hugged and greeted Oscar like their own son was visiting. Oscar brought out all the presents he had bought and you could hear everyone chatting away about the presents while Ansel and Oscar stood a little further away from the group; "You didn't even tell me" Ansel said skeptically. "It was supposed to be a surprise" Oscar reasoned. "Sure" Ansel replied sounding not so sure of Oscar's answer. "Don't you like the present I got you" Oscar quizzed. "Yeah yeah, I know you're trying to bribe me. Just don't take too long." Ansel said. "What do you mean by that?" Oscar asked and Ansel just shrugged his shoulders while walking away to help his sister set up the dinner.

Everyone had taken a plate and were sat where ever they could find a place. Y/N was playing with her necklace every chance she got; "Where did you get the necklace from? It is beautiful" Y/N's mother asked her. "You should ask Oscar, he got it for me" she replied after quickly swallowing the food in her mouth. "Now did he" Oscar's mother asked looking at him. "I just saw it while passing and got it" Oscar dismissed everyone. Lando will tell you, and I quote, "He sent me links to multiple luxury brand's necklaces which he vetoed within minutes of staring at them since they weren't good enough for his Y/N. Then he started dragging me around to a new shop in every city we visited and made the employee of the shop show him their entire inventory. It took him months to decide on the damn necklace. I thought I would have to get some one to craft him one" end quote. But Lando wasn't here and no one was about to know.

Oscar offered to stay back after the party even though Y/N insisted that he leave with his family. "I'm the one that wanted to surprise them. I should help you clean up." he stated. "The party was my idea" she retorted. "Let him help you Y/N. Come home early tomorrow Oscar" his father called out as everyone filed out. "Good luck" Ansel and Aldric called out simultaneously as they bid them good bye.

The house wasn't as destroyed and they were done with cleaning the place up in a few hours. It was almost 2 AM when Oscar finally sat, sprawled out on the sofa. Y/N was putting the last of the dishes away. She walked towards the sofa when her toe got caught on the mat on the floor and she extended her arms to brace herself from the fall. Oscar with his quick reflexes caught hold of her extended arms, stopping her mid-way. "You haven't outgrown your clumsiness" Oscar stated, his face inches away from hers. "I have" she whispered. "What would you do if I wasn't there to save you?" Oscar asked now pushing her back on her feet and placing her arms on her side. "I'm perfectly capable of saving myself" she retorted. "Never said you weren't. But I wouldn't mind being there for you" he retorted back. "Why would you be there for me?" she asked. "Because I like you" he said. There he said it, the words that he wanted to say for years. "Oscar" she began, this didn't sound good to Oscar. "You're my brother's best friend. I can't" she began. "But you would if I wasn't" he interrupted. "No, I wouldn't. You're younger than me" she said. "By a year, it doesn't even matter honestly" Oscar reasoned. "You probably feel this way since we've been spending a lot of time together lately" she said. "I've felt this way for years. Don't demean my feelings for you, Y/N. Do you know what you do to me?" he asked. "Oscar, you're ugh...you're you and it would never work out" she said. "You've thought about me" Oscar asked hopefully. "That's not the point" she said. "It is" Oscar pointed out. "I like you Y/N, I have for as long as I've known you. This isn't some silly crush I had when I was 12 or because of the close proximity. You make my heart beat fast and my tongue doesn't know how to speak around you. I've repressed my feelings for you for far too long. I just don't know if I've ever felt this way about anyone." Oscar said. "Oscar, you're" she began but was cut off; "I'm not acting impulsively. Take your time. I'm here for a couple more weeks. I'll leave tomorrow morning but I'll be at my house. Just think about it. Think about us, think about me. For Once" Oscar begged walking towards the guest room. While Y/N was stood there shocked, in her living room.

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amyelevenn · 4 months ago

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All I know is that you drove us off the road

PAIRING; Oscar Piastri x driver!reader

SUMMARY; Oscar insists on taking you to the airport after a race, but faces engine problems on the way there.

WARNINGS; none really - mainly fluff! maybe a car breaking down?

A/N; I really enjoyed writing this! let me know any thoughts and feelings are always appreciated!

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“No, please. I can make my own way to the airport, Piastri,” you laugh, giving him a shit eating grin at his implication. “I can drive, ya know.”

It was the Monday after the Melbourne Grand Prix; it wasn’t a particularly notable race for either of you, despite you both finishing in point scoring positions. It wasn’t an overly entertaining race; no flags or spectacular overtakes from anyone in particular.

“You were drunk last night, not sure you should be driving,” he grinned, mischief dancing in his eyes.

A couple drinks were consumed the night before at a local bar Oscar’s friends had told you about. It wasn’t much, not overly busy on a random Sunday night in March. It allowed for some kind of anonymity, something that was quickly becoming a foreign concept to you.

You shove his shoulder, giggling as you feign anger. “I had two drinks! In what world does that classify as being drunk?”

Oscar rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a happy chuff. “Please, come to the airport with me. I’m going that way anyway!”

It’s hard not to deadpan at him; you may not have been a local, but you knew well enough that the Melbourne Airport wasn’t exactly near anything else. It was well over an hour from the city, where he was claiming to be headed.

“Osc, just accept the no,” you half beg, beginning to roll your suitcase away from him and towards where your team were gathered. You almost manage to take two steps before his hand wraps around your arm, pulling you back in his direction.

He had miscalculated how close you would end up being to him – you were mere inches away from his face, bodies all but pressed against each other.

“I insist. Let me take you to the airport, love,” he mutters, with an air of intimacy that came with the proximity.

You hadn’t realised you were holding your breath in anticipation until your body forced you to sigh. Finally, you give in to his insistence, silently nodding in acceptance. He takes a second, closely examining your face, before moving in the direction of his car. your face heats up ever so slightly, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach not something you were wanting to experience.

You are just friends, a little voice screams in the back of your mind. But the way he looks at you makes you wonder – what if there could be something more?

You were quick with your goodbyes to your team, informing them Oscar had pestered your walls down enough to convince you to ride with him. You comically exaggerate it as much as you can, making him into some sort of creepy guy who doesn’t leave you alone until you finally agree to go out with him. They all laugh, hard, which confuses you until a hand taps on your shoulder, revealing the man himself standing awkwardly behind you.

You excuse yourself from the group, laughter echoing behind you as you and Oscar walk away, his teasing grin matching your own.

“You really think I’m some annoying loser?” he teases, bumping his elbow into yours as you enter the hotel carpark. You barely even notice his hand resting softly on the small of your back as he guides you towards his car.

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically laugh, purposely losing all tone from your voice. He shakes his head as he silently giggles to himself, opening the passenger door for you. You thank him faintly, making a mental note of his little actions that have really established him at the respectful, gentlemanly one on the grid; and rightfully so.

Getting in himself, he revs the engine before pulling away from the crowded midday carpark. A soft silence envelops you, punctuated only by the gentle hum of the radio. It wasn’t uncomfortable, nor foreign, sitting in the quiet of each other’s presence. In fact, the tranquillity was a welcomed constant in your ever busy careers.

You had known Oscar for a couple years now, and he was one of the few drivers who actively went out of his way to maintain a positive relationship off the track, despite your lives depending on besting the other ever odd weekend.

As the car navigated the city’s complex grid, the beauty of Albert Park in autumn faded from view, leaving you in awe of the towering Melbournian metropolis—a testament to human ingenuity that always amazed you.

“You drove really well yesterday,” he gives, not necessarily trying to fill the comfortable silence.

“Thank you, Osc. It was certainly better than the crash I had in Bahrain!” you laugh, beginning to find it increasingly hard to ignore his constant glances over to you. “You drove a great race too! That overtake of Leclerc was really quite something.”

He sighs, dismissing the comment as if it meant nothing. He tried so hard to act nonchalant on the surface, but internally? He adored hearing any praise you had for him, even if it wasn’t directly from you, but instead Lando or the PR manager telling him you said ‘Osc is so beyond talented!’

It didn’t take much for you to compliment him, which was the best part; he was always doing something amazing that prompted telling him just how good he was, or how lucky he had gotten that day, or how cool his special livery looked.

Even it was miniscule, you always had a comment for him that would make his day.

You hadn’t even noticed the car slowing to a stop, pulling over on the side of some random suburban road until you were at a full stop, the engine beginning to smoke under the hood.

“Oscar what the hell have you done…” you raised an eyebrow, stifling a laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.

“Uh, I’m not sure but I reckon we should maybe get out of the car,” he stutters, pushing himself out of his side before opening the hood to assess the severity of the situation.

You shook your head in disbelief, a chuckle escaping your lips at the absurdity of your situation. Here you are, stuck on the side of the road, while a Formula 1 driver fumbles under the hood. Talk about irony.

It was difficult, watching him rattle around underneath the hood when he clearly had no expertise here and not laugh your ass off. “This feels like…some sort of karma for forcing me to ride with you. I thought you knew how to drive?” you finally laugh, the ludicrosity of it all hitting you like a brick wall.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched him struggle – maybe he needed more than a racing licence to handle car troubles.

“Hey, i didn’t twist your arm to get in, love,” he huffs. “And I am an amazing driver, thank you so very much.” He tries to stifle the smile breaking out on his face, but you notice it before it got hidden away.

Before you are able to retaliate, a middle-aged couple emerges from the house you had broken down in front of.

“You fellas alright?” the man asks, pushing the gate outwards so they have a better vantage point over the smoking vehicle.

“We are so sorry, are we in the way?” you ask, putting on a sympathetic show that you had become so used to having for the fans. “We were just about to call for help, they shouldn’t take too long to get here.”

“Nah mate, they’ll take foreva to get ‘ere and cost ya an arm an’ a leg. Let me help youse,” he offers, but doesn’t allow you the option as he waddles over to where Oscar is still hunched over.

The woman moves to stand next to you, introducing herself, Kristyn, and her husband, Mitch. You give yours in return, to which she compliments you on your name. “’ve never met one before,” she muses, repeating your name gently under her breath to herself.

You smile softly, making light small talk as Mitch explains to Oscar what is at fault with the engine.

“You two seem like a gorgeous couple. How long’ve you been datin’?” she asks, not noticing the caught-off-guard expression you have on your face.

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as she compliments you, your heart racing at the unexpected attention. It almost bugs you more than you would have anticipated, a sense of embarrassment creeping along your flushed skin.

You ponder telling her the truth, that you aren’t together, but figure it would be easier to go along with it, for her and your sake.

“Almost a year now, yeah,” you smile, feigning a sense of admiration for your ‘boyfriend.’

“Aw, bless your sweet young hearts,” she hums, gently patting your shoulder as if to say you had her approval. It was weird, but it felt nice to have her endorsement of a relationship that wasn’t even real. Maybe you wanted more with Oscar?

You nod along, answering any and all of her follow up questions about him, like how you met, how he asked you out, if marriage was on the table. You almost enjoyed making up a whole story for her, weaving this intricate narrative for her to invest herself in. the pair of you had gotten so caught up in each other that you hadn’t noticed the car being put back together, Mitch reviving the engine in approval of a job well done.

“Well, at least he isn’t the only one who can’t handle car troubles!” you muse, laughing with Kristyn as the boys make their way over to you.

Mitch wraps a lose arm around his wife, and you follow his lead as you intertwine your own around Oscars waist, to which he accepts with no questions.

“Thank you so much for your troubles,” he murmurs. “Can i give you some money or something? It’s the least we could do.”

The couple scoff in sync, laughing at the idea of being paid for merely helping out a stranger. “Nah, we don’t want your dough mate. Just don’t blow the car up, that’ll be enough.”

“Are you sure? Please, let us compensate you in some way, as a thank you,” you suggest.

“Maybe you should drive instead of him, aye?” Kristyn laughs, breaking the four of you into a fit of giggles. You nod in agreement, to which Oscar immediately shoots down with the reason of it’s his car.

“Well, thank you again for your help. We really appreciate it.” Oscar squeezes your shoulders, then releases you as he walks over to the passenger side to open it for you. It wasn’t until then that you realised how much you had been leaning into his side, missing the warmth of him almost immediately. You say your goodbyes, telling them it was really nice to meet them, and one final thank you for their kindness.

As you drive on, laughter spilling between you, you can’t help but think maybe this unexpected detour was just what you needed to explore what’s brewing beneath the surface.

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maretinelli · 13 days ago

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CAPTAIN HEART (Final Chapter)

Ollie Bearman X Player!fem!reader

Summary: It's the final of the championship in Russia, and of course Ollie couldn't miss it. Even more so when a group of friends arrive unexpectedly to watch her play.

Words: 5.5K+

Warnings: Mentions of handball game, cute, mention of the Italian national team, and I don't know what else.

Author: English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes that may be in the story. And I loved writing this, maybe it was a bit too much, but handball and writing are my passion. This is the "final chapter" but there will be an epilogue to give a better ending.

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CHAPTERS: CAPTAIN HEART

October, championship final - Moscow, Russia.

The city was covered in a icy veil. Fresh snow covered the rooftops, sidewalks and trees, transforming Moscow into a postcard-perfect winter landscape. The wind blew gently, carrying the cold air through the streets and into the sports arena.

Inside the gym, the heat from the crowd was already beginning to contrast with the freezing weather outside. The gym was large and bright, bigger than the one in Melbourne.

Y/n was on the court, leading the team's warm-up as they prepared for the final of the handball championship.

She wore a black uniform with dark blue accents, unlike the one Ollie had first seen. The name 'Y/N GRAY' was emblazoned in white on the back, above the number she wore proudly.

Short shorts and knee pads completed her sporty look, and white socks contrasted with black Asics sneakers. Her hair was tied tightly, the headband keeping everything in place except for the single braid that swung with every quick step she took during the warm-up.

And of course, his team captain's armband on his arm.

In the stands, Ollie was sitting next to Y/n's parents. He was wearing a thick jacket, appropriate for the Russian cold, but he seemed more interested in her running figure on the court than in protecting himself from the weather.

"She's so focused," Y/n's mother commented, smiling proudly as she watched her daughter warm up. "She's always been like this. Determined since she was little." She glanced quickly at Ollie, her smile growing even wider.

"She was born for this," her father added, adjusting the scarf around his neck. "But honestly, I still get nervous watching her play. These tournaments are intense." He sighs, making Bearman and Y/n's mother laugh. "Now we have another one to be nervous about with us." He places his hand on Ollie's shoulder.

The pilot of Haas is here.

"And she knows how to make you nervous when she's on the court. That time in Melbourne her nose almost fell off her face, leaving me terrified, and I didn't know her."

Y/n's parents laugh.

Ollie smiles and looks down the court, seeing Y/n run and throw the ball into the goal. His eyes drift to the bag at their feet.

"She brought all of Melbourne in here, didn't she?!"

Y/n's mother looks at the large bag that was slightly open. Inside were extra sneakers, hair gel, hair bands, extra socks, plus a team shirt - the pink one. And there should have been more things, but Y/n's mother couldn't look.

"Ah, she's always like that. She prefers to have double and extra everything" Y/n's mother comments. "She was like that since she was little. Even in the minor championships, she took everything and a little more"

Ollie smiles, knowing exactly what she was like now. On the trip they made to the Bearmans’ house, she had taken two suitcases, for three days. And according to her, the weather can be unpredictable.

Meanwhile, Yin's father checked his phone and smiled, reading Piastri's message.

"Lily and Oscar are already leaving the airport. They should be here before the game starts."

Ollie smiled, pleased. "She'll love the surprise. When they said they couldn't come, she was visibly disappointed, even though she tried to hide it."

"We know how this affected her. The three of them have been attached at the hip since they were 4." Y/n's mother chuckles. "But she'll be happy to see them."

Ollie looked back at the court, where Y/n was stopping to take a sip of water before returning to warming up.

"She deserves it. All of this and more. It's going to be amazing to see her reaction when she realizes they're here." Ollie smiles. "And it's beautiful to see how the three of them support each other."

Y/n's parents nod in agreement, telling Bearman about Yin's childhood mischief, making him laugh and overflow with love for the player even more.

While talking to Y/n's parents, Ollie looked towards the court and saw her, standing in a corner, watching her teammates warm up.

She was crouched down, her arms crossed around herself as if seeking warmth against the chill that seemed to seep even into the indoor air. Her eyes looked distant but determined, as if she was already mentally playing the game that was to come.

Ollie couldn't help but smile. That was the Y/n he loved, always so strong, but with that vulnerable side that only he seemed to notice. He excused himself from her parents with a discreet nod.

"I'll be right there," he said before running down the bleachers' stairs.

As she approached the team's bench, Y/n saw him and immediately stood up. She walked towards him, her arms still crossed, her shoulders slightly hunched as she shivered from the cold.

"I feel like you're freezing," Ollie commented with a worried smile, approaching her, ready to take off his coat and put it on his girlfriend.

"Don't tell me," Y/n replied with a brief smile, her lips trembling slightly. "I guess I underestimated the Moscow weather. I need to start warming up for real, but..." She trailed off, looking at him as if his presence was the only comfort she needed at that moment.

"But you're trying to freeze yourself into a champion statue, is that it?" He teased, taking off his jacket and placing it over her shoulders before she could refuse. "You're going to warm up properly or I'll be forced to storm the court and take you to a sauna."

Y/n chuckled, adjusting the jacket that still held his warmth. "Thank you, knight in winter armor."

Up there, in their seats, Y/n's parents watched the young couple cuddle up in the hug that Ollie offered, warming them from the cold and with Y/n pointing to the court and saying something to Bearman.

"I've never seen her so happy," her mother comments, her eyes brimming with happiness.

"He's a good man." Her father smiles.

Y/n was talking animatedly with Ollie, when he had his arms around her shoulders and smiled lovingly as he listened. Even though he didn't understand a rule of the sport.

"ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO STAY FRIENDLY THERE OR CAN I REQUEST YOUR PRESENCE HERE, Y/N?" One of Y/n's friends and teammates shouts on the court, catching the attention of Ollie's player.

"YOU SAY THAT BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND ISN'T HERE TO WARM YOU UP!" Y/n yells, making her friend laugh and grab a ball. "I have to go, love." She gives her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, and starts taking off his thick coat.

"Hey, no. You can keep it." Ollie pats her arm.

"No need. I'm going to warm up inside and then I'll go to the locker room, it's warmer there." Y/n takes off her coat and puts it on her boyfriend's shoulder. She kisses him quickly and Ollie kisses him back, smiling between kisses.

Before she steps onto the court again, she turns around.

"Could you bring my bag? I want to leave some things here on the bench and the rest in the locker room, in case I need them?" She asks, running her hands over her arms and jumping up and down to warm herself up. Ollie smiles at that.

"You mean: Leave your apartment in the bank and your parents' house in the locker room"

She rolls her eyes laughing.

"I didn't even bring that much stuff"

"The weight of the bag says otherwise." He smiles. "But don't worry, I'll bring it for you."

"Thank you!" She approaches him again and places a kiss on his cheek. "See you later."

The Haas driver says goodbye to his girlfriend and goes back upstairs so he can take the bag to her. But halfway there, he notices the McLaren couple Oscar and Lily walking slowly, while their eyes roam the stands behind Y/n and Ollie's parents.

Y/n, in turn, was immersed in the heating downstairs.

Spotting them and smiling, Oscar and Lily waved excitedly and began walking towards the couple, while Ollie, now standing next to his in-laws, joined the group.

"You guys made it!" Y/n's mother exclaimed, smiling warmly when she saw the two of them. She stood up to hug Lily.

"Of course," Lily replied, beaming. "We wouldn't miss her last game on this team for anything!"

Oscar nodded, smiling. "It took a while, but we made it. We're so happy to be here to watch you play." He greeted Ollie with a handshake and an awkward hug. "It's just a little chilly in here."

They laugh.

"And we're so glad you could make it," Y/n's father said, squeezing Oscar's hand as he gave Lily a loving look.

At that moment, Ollie spoke up.

"Oh, by the way, Yin asked me to carry her bag downstairs, but I thought of something better. Why don't you two take it to her? I'm sure she'd love to chat with you guys a bit before the game."

The two looked at each other, excited.

"This is amazing!" Lily said. She immediately tried to grab the bag, but as soon as she lifted it a little, she grimaced and put it back on the floor. "My God, what did she bring in here? Gym weights?"

Everyone laughed, and Y/n's father commented humorously, "That's Y/n. Always carrying her whole life around in a bag."

Oscar grabbed the bag without much difficulty and joked, "I think I'm going to need an arm brace after this."

With that, the couple started to go down the stairs, and soon they saw Y/n on the bench. She was sitting, adjusting her socks and tying her shoelaces, completely focused.

Lily approached with a smile and called out.

"Hey, team star, your suitcase arrived intact, and it wasn't easy!"

Y/n turned around quickly, surprised by the familiar voice. When she saw Oscar and Lily there, her eyes lit up with happiness. She gave a small scream, got up from the bench and ran to hug them.

"You're here!" he said, wrapping them both in a tight hug. "I can't believe you guys made it! I'm so glad you guys made it! Having you guys here, along with my parents and Ollie, means the world to me. The most important people in my life, all watching my last game."

"Of course we came," Lily said, stroking her friend's arm. "You deserve all the support in the world."

Oscar handed over the bag with a mischievous grin. “But next time, maybe consider bringing only the essentials. I practically did a strength training workout just carrying this.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, laughing. "You complain too much, Piastri. Thanks for bringing it, now I can prepare properly." She placed her bag on the floor, ready to continue talking.

"So, how are you feeling?" Lily asked, crossing her arms. "I mean, it's not every day that administrators from the Italian national handball team come to scout someone."

Y/n took a deep breath before answering. "It's a mix of nervousness and happiness, to be honest. Knowing that they're here makes me more excited, but it also increases the pressure. I just hope to do my best and show what I'm capable of."

Before Lily could respond, one of her teammates called out to Y/n. "Hey, Gray, locker room. We'll be hitting the court soon!"

Y/n sighed, saying goodbye to the two.

"I have to go now, but thank you for coming. It really means a lot."

Oscar smiled and pointed at her. "Just don't go almost breaking your nose again, okay?"

Y/n laughed, remembering the last time this happened, grabbed her bag and headed to the locker room while the McLaren couple went back up to the stands, satisfied that they had made their friend so happy.

As they walked up the stairs, Lily discreetly pointed to Ollie, who was chatting animatedly and comfortably with the player's father.

"Look, they get along really well"

Oscar smiles, his hand on his girlfriend's shoulder. "No, really?!" He smiles. "It's good to see them happy. Both Y/n and Ollie. At the races he doesn't stop for a second telling about the outings he and Y/n take when they see each other."

Lily smiles, and then excuses herself from a few people to get to her place in the stands.

A few minutes passed, and the McLaren couple, Ollie and Y/n's parents were excitedly talking in the stands, exchanging stories and expectations for the game.

However, the conversation was interrupted when a voice rang out over the court's speakers, announcing that the game would soon begin.

At the sound of the voice, Y/n entered the court with her teammates. She carried with her a bottle of water, handball glue, a small first aid kit and wore her knee pads, now adjusted. She walked to the bench to organize everything before the game, maintaining the focused and determined posture that everyone knew so well.

Ollie couldn't take his eyes off her. Sitting in the stands, he watched her with a goofy, infatuated smile. Every move Y/n made his heart beat faster. He admired not only her skill on the court, but the strength, dedication, and passion she put into everything she did. To Ollie, Y/n was much more than an incredible athlete; she was his inspiration and the person he loved with all his heart.

Meanwhile, Y/n's team approached the opposing team for the traditional pre-game greeting. They exchanged handshakes and good luck before returning to the bench for a quick strategy meeting. Y/n stood in the center of the circle, carefully adjusting the captain's armband on her arm as the coach explained the latest instructions.

The coach gestured towards Y/n and then towards the court as she said.

"Y/n, I want you to keep an eye on the right wing. Use short passes, but be prepared to launch a counterattack when there is space."

In the stands, Y/n's father commented with a smile: "I still remember when she was little, and her first game. She was the tallest on the team, but she still got trampled by the opposing team in a foul."

People laugh.

"Now look at that, so dedicated and hard-working" Lily smiles at her best friend.

"Captain and star of the team. It's no wonder they're keeping an eye on her in the Italian national team," added Oscar, proudly.

"And rightly so," Ollie added, joining in. Proud of his girlfriend. "She was born to shine."

With the conversation over, the referee motioned for the players to take their positions on the court. Y/n took a last sip of water and was preparing to go to her position when Mary, her manager, called her.

Y/n turned and smiled at Mary's words, which seemed to convey confidence. The oldest pointed her head to one side of the stands and Y/n looked, it was in the opposite direction from where her family was. She turned to Mary, said something and smiled.

The Italians were there to watch the game.

With a nod, Y/n ran to her starting position, ready to give it her best shot.

Mary then looked towards the stands, spotting Y/n's parents and the small group around them. She quickly walked up the steps and greeted them enthusiastically.

"Hey, giving positive energy to our girl?" Mary says, catching the attention of Y/n's parents. They smiled when they saw their daughter's manager.

"Mary, it's been a while!" Y/n's mother stands up and hugs the woman. "Always supporting our girl, for sure." She smiles. "A little nervous too, with all this talk about the Italian team. But always positive!"

"And rightly so," Y/n's father said proudly. "She worked hard for this." And then he stood up to shake Mary's hand.

"She'll do fine. I know it." She smiles and then steps up two steps. "I'm going to go back to my seat, we'll talk more later."

Mary smiled and greeted Ollie, Lily, and Oscar, who returned the greeting warmly before resuming their conversation. They waited anxiously for the referee's starting whistle, while on the court, Y/n was more than ready for the game to begin.

The game started with intensity, and Y/n, as captain, was determined to lead her team to a good start. The quick and coordinated passes between her and her teammates showed the harmony they had built throughout the season.

Y/n distributed the ball with precision, trying to open spaces in the opposing defense. In an agile exchange of passes with the right wing, they almost reached the goal, but the pass hit the post and returned to the court.

Ollie puts his hands on his head, Oscar and Lily sigh at having seen the wrong pass and Y/n's parents grimace.

Despite this, the players' enthusiasm grew, and the game remained fierce.

Oscar, who was leaning back in his seat, nervously eating popcorn while watching the game, looked away from the court and saw Ollie, who was nervously twirling his engagement ring and smiling every time they passed the ball to his girlfriend on the court.

The McLaren driver smiles seeing his friend.

"Do you remember the last time you came to a gym? You could barely breathe because you were so nervous about seeing Y/n for the first time. Now, look at you, sitting there all confident, making out with the star of the team."

Ollie smiled humorously, raised his left hand and showed the ring that glittered in the gym light.

"Yeah, let's just say it was worth all that tension. Now I'm officially her number one fan. And I can still breathe." The comment made Oscar and Lily laugh, who was next to her boyfriend and Y/n's mother.

Back in the game, the tension was rising. The opposing team was starting to adjust and press. In a quick move, they managed to recover the ball and advance dangerously down the flank. Y/n ran fiercely to mark the opponent, who was running and hitting the ball.

Even though Y/n's defense was quite strategic, the opponent dribbled and threw the ball into the goal, opening the score for their team.

With the dribble done, Y/n lost her balance and fell to the ground, with nothing to do now but watch the opponent score the goal.

The sound of the ball hitting the net brought a brief silence to the court, followed by the cheers of celebration from the opposing team and their fans.

Y/n gets up from the floor, with a serious expression on her face, as she says something angry to one of her teammates and picks up the ball to continue the game.

Meanwhile, the reaction from the group in the stands was varied.

Y/n's father leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, watching the court intently.

Y/n's mother put her hand on her chest, as if she felt the impact of the goal directly. "Oh my God."

Oscar grimaced dramatically, leaning back against the back of his chair. "No, no! Come on, Y/n!" He spoke loudly, trying to infect the others with his energy, but not hiding his tension.

Lily cupped her hand and shouted, "LET'S GO, Y/N!!! LET'S GO!" Trying to make her voice reach her best friend.

Ollie leans back in his seat and runs his hands through his hair. "Damn..." he whispers. Y/n's eyes meet his as she hits the ball in her hand to the center of the court. "LET'S GO, LOVE!" He says loudly, but of course over the noise of the court Y/n can't hear, but she manages to understand by sending him a discreet kiss with her hand.

The game restarted after the opponents' goal. One of Y/n's teammates took the ball from the center of the court and they began to make the passes they practiced every week.

Y/n saw an opening for a counterattack, she made a quick feint on the warning and passed two more and continued towards the goal. The fans started to scream euphorically, hoping for her to score the first goal of the match.

The sound of sneakers scraping against the court echoed through the gym as the crowd held their breath. With a precise and determined pass, the ball found the back of the net.

The gym erupted in cheers. In the stands, Oscar stood up, screaming at the top of his lungs, hugging Lily from the side as she laughed. Piastri wasn't one to show her emotions much, so this definitely caught her off guard.

Ollie stood up and applauded his girlfriend excitedly.

On the court, her teammates surrounded Y/n, patting her on the shoulder and praising her goal. Y/n, even though she was out of breath, smiled back, raising her hand in a gesture of confidence before quickly returning to her starting position.

Minutes later, the first half was over, the referee blew his whistle signaling the players to head to their benches. Thus beginning the break. The teams headed to their benches, switching sides of the court.

The frigid Russian air made breathing a challenge for the players, and Y/n was no exception. With her hands on her knees and her face flushed from the effort, she tried to breathe in slowly, but her ragged breathing showed her difficulty.

In the stands, Ollie watched with concern. "Is she okay? She can't seem to breathe properly," he commented uneasily.

Y/n's mother placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled calmly.

"That's normal, honey. She just needs to slow down a little and control her breathing. Trust me, she's been through this before."

Indeed, Y/n's classmates approached her, handing her water and speaking words of encouragement. With their help, Y/n began to breathe more slowly, until she returned to normal.

Soon, she stood up, her eyes determined, and joined the team as they formed a circle in the center of the court to discuss strategies for the second half.

Meanwhile, in the stands, the group discussed the progress of the game. Lily, always full of energy, commented.

"We're losing 20-17, but 12 of those 17 goals are hers!" She was referring to her best friend. Every game she watched, she thought her friend was a machine on the court. "She's amazing!"

"Absolutely," her father replied, pride evident in his voice. "But she can't do it all by herself. The others need to help her more in the second half."

Ollie glances between Y/n on the court and her family in the stands. "She's carrying the team. Literally. If they can improve their defense, they have a chance to turn it around."

The group agrees.

It was then that Ollie noticed, on the other side of the gym, a few figures who seemed to be watching the game more closely than the others. He frowned, remembering something Yin had casually mentioned: the Italian national team administrators would be present to evaluate possible call-ups.

His heart raced. Y/n's team had to shine in this second half. He knew how important that spot was to her, and the other people couldn't get in her way.

He only came back to reality when Y/n's eyes met his. He smiled, sending her a discreet kiss in the air. Y/n smiled widely, sending a heart with her hand, before turning back to the team.

The second half began with both teams taking the court again, the tension still hanging in the air. Y/n's team was determined, their energy was evident in every pass and movement.

The strategy devised at half-time seemed to work, and the pace of the game changed quickly.

With one counterattack move after another, Y/n began to dominate the match again. The score slowly approached, and each goal drew sighs from the stands.

As the game continued intensely, Ollie couldn't take his eyes off the Italian scouts who were clearly taking notes every time Y/n made a play.

He noticed the slight smiles between them and automatically smiled proudly. He knew his girlfriend's performance was impressing the right people.

Little by little, Y/n's team turned the game around. Their opponents, who had previously seemed unshakable, began to show signs of nervousness, making mistakes that Y/n's team took advantage of without hesitation. The fans cheered with each goal, and the game, which had been tense, began to tilt in their favor.

And the minutes passed.

As the clock ticked down to the last few seconds, the gym was completely silent. Every movement on the court was watched with attentive eyes, as if time had slowed down.

The expressions in the stands varied between nervousness and anticipation. Oscar held Lily's hand tightly, without her realizing, the player's parents had their eyes wide open, almost climbing over the fence to watch the last play.

Ollie, on the other hand, had his arms resting on his knees, leaning back in his seat, his leg swinging rapidly. It was a lot of nervousness for one person.

The referee raised his whistle to his mouth, signaling the end of the game. For a moment, no one knew what to think. The players looked at the scoreboard, their hearts racing, trying to confirm the result.

And then, the confirmation came that Y/n's team won. They were the champions of the championship.

Y/n let out a loud sigh, which she thought even Ollie and her parents heard. She placed one on her knee, bending down a little, while the arm of the captain's sash reached her face. Tears streamed down, Y/n's body shaking with sobs.

All the effort, dedication and sacrifices she had made culminated in that moment. Her teammates ran to her, hugging her amidst tears and laughter.

"You were amazing, Y/n! We made it thanks to you," one of the players said, while another hugged her from behind. "We couldn't have had a better captain," she smiled. "We'll miss you on the team."

Y/n laughs at the words.

She looked up to see her parents hugging each other, proud of the daughter she was. Oscar and Lily were clapping happily, Lily's tears shining in the light.

When her gaze falls on Ollie, she notices her boyfriend wiping his face, he was crying. He had a sweet smile on his lips, his eyes red from crying with emotion and he was clapping loudly.

Y/n pouts in his direction, making him laugh and blow a kiss.

Y/n's team lined up in the center of the court, the sound of the crowd still echoing through the gym. Each player received their gold medal, their faces lit up with smiles that reflected all the happiness and relief of that moment.

When it was Y/n's turn, the presenter excitedly announced that she had also been voted the best player of the season.

The crowd erupted in applause as she smiled at the news and prepared to accept the trophy.

The sparkle in her eyes was evident, even through the fatigue and sweat of the game.

Holding the trophy firmly, Y/n raised it into the air, drawing even more screams from the fans and her teammates, who pulled her into a group hug soon after.

After a few photos with the medals and the trophy, the team celebrated once more before heading to the locker room.

Y/n said goodbye to her colleagues and promised that they would go out to celebrate any day now. She gathered her things and walked quickly, her eyes trying to locate her family. She could barely contain her excitement, holding the trophy with one hand while the other carried her bag.

As he walked across the gym, his eyes scanned the crowd until they found Ollie, who was standing slightly ahead of his parents and the McLarens.

Without thinking twice, she dropped her bag on the floor, ignoring everything around her, and ran towards her boyfriend. With the trophy still firmly in her hand, she threw herself into his arms, feeling herself enveloped by a tight, protective hug.

Ollie held her tightly, his laughter mingling with sweet words in her ear.

"I'm so proud of you, love... you were amazing. Absolutely amazing," Ollie said, his voice cracking with emotion.

His words broke any resistance Y/n still had, and tears began to stream from her eyes. She leaned her face against his shoulder, feeling the same emotion as Ollie, whose eyes were also shining with tears.

For a few seconds, the world was just the two of them. Until Lily put her hand on Y/n's shoulder, catching the player's attention and then looking at Ollie.

"Hey, can we hug our girl a little? You're last here," Lily says in a funny voice, making them laugh.

Y/n slowly let go of Ollie, laughing along with him and Lily as she wiped her tears with the back of her hands.

Before she could say anything, Lily pulled her into a warm hug.

"You killed it, girl! I knew this trophy had your name on it since the first game!"

Lily said excitedly, stepping aside to make room for the next person.

Oscar was next, wrapping Y/n in a tight hug. "You know you just destroyed the pride of all the other teams, right? It's going to be hard for anyone to top that. Congratulations, champion!"

Y/n's parents approached soon after. Her mother wrapped her in affection, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"My girl... you deserve all this and more. We are so proud of you" She said, her eyes shining with pride and tears.

Her father, overcome with emotion, gave her a firm hug and said in his calm voice, "You are incredible, my sweet little girl. Never doubt that." He let out a contented sigh, smiling at her.

As they talked and exchanged more sweet words, Mary appeared among the group with two people at her side. She had a slight smile on her lips, holding papers in her hands, and looked directly at Y/n.

"Y/n, there are two people who would like to talk to you and get to know you," Mary said, gesturing to the two beside her.

Y/n looked at them and then at her family, hesitating for a moment. Her mother was the first to encourage her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Go on, honey. Talking to them could be the first step to something amazing."

"We'll be waiting for you outside, near the car. Don't worry, we have all the time in the world." Y/n's father smiled and then went to get her bag, which was lying a few meters away.

Ollie walked over, gently held her trophy, and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. "Shine on, my love."

Oscar and Lily exchanged knowing glances and gave Y/n a quick smile. "Go on, champ. You can tell us all about it later," Lily joked, winking at her.

Y/n took a deep breath and gave a small nod to the two men who were with Mary. She knew they were administrators for the Italian national team, and her heart raced at the possibility.

With one last look at her family, she followed Mary, feeling that this moment could change her life forever.

The group then headed out of the gym.

And after 20 minutes, the group was still outside waiting for Y/n, not caring about the Moscow cold, just anxious for the news that the player would be bringing. They chatted animatedly to pass the time.

"Did you see the counterattack goal she scored? It was like something out of a movie," Lily commented, gesturing wildly, which made everyone laugh.

"Definitely replay worthy," Ollie replied with a proud smile. "I think she exceeded even her own expectations today."

"She always pulls through," Y/n's mother added, smiling, wrapped in her coat.

As they talked, Lily was the first to notice something in the distance. Her eyes fixed on the entrance to the gym, and a wide smile formed on her face.

"There she is!" Lily says.

Everyone turned around at the same time and saw Y/n leaving the gym. She gave Mary a tight hug, and then shook hands with the two people next to her, visibly moved.

As she approached the group, they noticed that she was holding a paper in one hand and sobbing, but there was a radiant smile on her face.

When Y/n finally came face to face with them, she held up the paper tremblingly and, through tears of joy, managed to say.

"I achieved!"

The statement had barely left her mouth before everyone rushed to hug her at the same time, forming a tight circle around her.

Y/n cried and laughed at the same time, as she listened to their sweet words, hugged by everyone, feeling completely fulfilled. The cold afternoon in Moscow no longer mattered.

That moment, surrounded by the people she loved most, was the pinnacle of everything she had dreamed of.

Author: I received messages saying that in Australia it is not very common to play handball, so I will try to make a video available in the main post of "Captain Heart " to explain what the game is like.😊😊

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #lovers #imagines #one shot #imagines ollie bearman #ollie bearman #formula 1 #formula one #drive #handball #ollie bearman x reader

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 4: Pasta e gelosia (pasta and jealousy)

March, 2024

She was back in New York. F1 2024 season was about to begin and Charles was almost begging for her to fly to Bahrain and be at the paddock with him.

“Please come” “I can't. I have a job. Plus I don't want to be seen with you at the paddock” “Why not?” “I like to be anonimous” ” “Fuck it!” “No. Don't fuck it. I can't let down those who need me here and I don't want to end like LadyDi” “But you can let me down? And I said Bahrain not Paris” “Charles” “Hum?” “If I asked you to skip a race to come watch me win a prize, make a speech or a revolutionary surgery would you do it?” “I would love to but I can't miss a race if it's not extremely needed to” “See? Same thing” he huffed “Quit your job, then. Come live with me in Monaco and travel around the globe to see me racing” “Are you out of your mind?” “I’m being serious” “You… I can't believe you!” She said with the most incredulous tone she had “What? What is so bad about it? I have enough money for both of us. Even more than you earn for a whole year of working” “Fuck you!” “Pardon?!” He was the one incredulous now “Do you think you can belittle my job, think I only do it because of money and I would rather be quiet and move to Monaco with you!? Guess what, Charles? I have a career that I love. Plus, I don't care about you because of your money. And I would rather live in my New York City full of rats and air pollution than live with someone who thinks like that about my profession and my character. Have a nice race in Bahrain” then she hung up the phone. “SHIT, SHIT SHIT!” Charles cursed “Idiot! Stupid! Can't you be mouth shutted?” he told himself.

…

March, 24th, 2024.

Melbourne, Australia

Charles finished in P2. 2 seconds only after Carlos. He was happy, of course, but it didn't matter, cause she was not speaking to him again. Every night after a grand prix he tried to call her. But he still wasn't successful. He was there in Melbourne trying again, sitting on an airport bench, hoping she would pick that one up. And to his surprise he didn't have to wait for more than two beeps to listen to her beautiful voice on the other line “Hey…” he smiled “Hi…” “I was watching the race” “Really?” “Yes. P2. Congratulations” “Thanks” he cleaned his throat “But honestly, it doesn't matter too much” “Why not?” “Cause I am sad” “Why?” “Cause you are not here. And you also refused to talk to me all these days so” “I needed some time to think” “I took some time to reflect as well” “Anything you want to share” “Yes, please” “Go ahead” “I am sorry. For what I said or insinuated. I do think you have an honorable and respectful profession which you are passionate about just as I am about mine. So I’m sorry I made you feel worthless” “Thanks, Charles” “Also, it's ok if you are not here every race but when you have, I do want you by side” “Can't I share my thoughts now?” “Please” “Ok. I have a busy routine, busy schedule, and sometimes don't even have time for me. But I do understand why you want me to be at the races with you, so I reviewed my agenda for this year and can make it from time to time. And I also want to be supportive to you” he smiled “It means a lot to me, thank you” “That's ok” “So, are we good?” “Yes, we are” “This makes me so happy. Now I can celebrate the P2” she laughed “But I am dying to know. Which race will you attend first?” “Imola” “May…” he took a deep breath “That's good! But, hum… Can I go visit you in New York? During my breaks?” “I would love to” “Ok” he looked forward and his flight was being called “I must go now. I am very happy we solved it” “Me too” “Alright. Bye bye” “Bye, Char. Have a good flight” “Thank you. Bye” then he hung up. The monegasque couldn't be happier.

May, 2024

Imola, Emilia Romagna, Italy

"Buonasera, vorremmo un tavolo per..." Charles turned and started to count how many they were "uno, due, tre, quattro..." And turned back to the hoster "un tavolo per cinque persone, per piacere" "adesso non che un tavolo libero. Deve aspettare più o meno circa tredici quindici minuti, va bene?" he chewed his inner cheek "un attimo, per favore" he turned to the group behind him "Hey, guys" they stopped talking and looked at the monegasque "Are you okay with waiting 15 minutes?" Charles brothers agreed, such as Kimi "What about you, princess?" "It's fine" "Great!" He turned again to the hoster "aspettiamo, signore" "vorrete aspettare al bar?" "Si, vorremmo aspettare al bar" "Va bene. Seguimi, per piacere".

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She was leaned on the bar counter waiting for the barista. Charles slipped off the conversation with his brothers, and Kimi to talk alone with her "Excuse me, lady. Can I offer you a drink?" She turned to him with a smile on her face "Such a gentleman. I'll accept the drink, sir" he smiled "What would you like to drink?" "Sparkling water, please" "Are you going to drink sparkling water?!" "Yes" Charles arched an eyebrow "Are you pregnant?" "No..." she looked down at her belly "Do you think I'm out of shape?" "You? Never" she smiled "Why are you not drinking, then?" "I don't have a reason" "Hum. Are you sure you are not pregnant? If you are, I hope that at least it's my baby" she raised an eyebrow and thought “it's not like you had enough time to make a baby”, then suppressed a giggled. "Fine! You won. I would like a..." she thought while looked at the menu "Limoncello. Limoncello Champagne. But you must drink it with me" "In the same cup?" "No" he pouted "I'm in agreement anyway". Charles turned to the bartender "Scusi, ragazza..." "Mi dica" "Vorremmo due Limoncelli Champagne, per favore" "Torno subito" they watched the barista leave "I want to thank you for coming. I know that travelling it's exausting" "It's my pleasure" she approched him "I enjoy to be around you" "I enjoy your company as well. I adore it" she smiled. The young girl came with the drinks "mille grazie!" "Prego. Volete qualcos'altro?" "Non, è tutto. Grazie!" she nodded, then left.

She was about to sip the drink when Charles stopped her "Wait!" He tangled their arms until his glass where under her lips and hers under his lips. "Together on three" she giggled "Ok" "One. Two. Three!" They poured their Limoncello in each other's mouth. She laughed "This is so lame" "Oh, come one! This is cute. We are cute" "Yeah..." They stared at each other, hopefully she was feeling the same he was. The restaurant's hoster coughed, breaking the atmosphere they were dipped into "Scusi d'interrompere voi..." Charles turned to him "Il vostro tavolo è pronto" "Eccellente!" Then turned to the men near them "hey, guys! Let's go" and then offered an arm to her "Can I have the pleasure?" She giggled "Of course" "Venite per favore" the hoster said and they followed.

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She sat between Kimi and Arthur, wishing it was Charles who sat at his younger brother's place.

"So..." Kimi started "Do you have been in Italy before?" "Yes, once. In Modena. What about you?" he giggled "Conceived, born and raised in Itay" "Oh, you're Italian!" "Yes" "My grandfather's family was Italian. But I never met them" "Where are you from?" "U.S" "Where in U.S?" "Boston. But I live in New York" "Nice!" "Yeah. Anyway, you should stick into F1 Ferrari. It would be nice to have an Italian on the grid" "Are you suggesting a replacement for Charles or Carlos?" "It doesn't matter" she shrugged and drank her Limoncello. She had a weird expression on her face, she remembered the stress Carlos put Charles into and how that made her stressed at that night in Maranello "Are you angry with him?" "With who?" "Charles" he pointed, discretely, with his head "No! Not with him" "So it's with Carlos. What have he done?" "Well, he's just not my favorite person" the alcohol made her tongue slightly loose. Charles looked at her and Lorenzo's words turned into no-sense sounds only, what were them talking about? Kimi giggled "I can see. May I know why?" "Why do you care?" "I like a good gossip" she thought a bit, his honesty was appreciated by her "He got infected by a zombie virus and tried to kidnap me so he could kill me, cut my body, freeze it and keep it for eating later" "just like Santa Clarita's diet?" "Yes" he laughed, she sighed "He's stressing Charles. Then he stress me" "really? They seem to get along very well" "We don't know everything that happens behind the cameras" "oh! Fine. You won. I know about that very well" "See?" Charles interrupted them "ton eau" he placed a bottle of water in front of her "I haven't order water" I had. You drank alcohol, you need to keep balanced with water" she smiled, grateful "thank, Charles" "It's nothing" she grabbed the water and turned back to Kimi. She poured the water in a glass "Vuole un po' d'aqua?"

"Sì, per piacere" she poured in his glass "Where did you learn these?" "These what?" "The phrase you just said" "I heard a waiter saying it in Maranello" "It makes sense" she giggled "there you go" "Thank you" she sipped the water. "You know he cares about you, right?" "I know. I appreciate it" she gave another sip "I misjudged Charles, you know? When I met him" "Did you?" "Yeah. But he turned to be a better person than I thought he was" "That's kind" "Yes. But how about you? Where fro Italy are you?" "Bologna" "Always wanted to visit" "Maybe I could show you one day" she chuckled "Kimi, I'm too old for you" "I don't care you are older than me" she sipped her drink "How old are you, kid?" "17" she almost choked laughing "You're a baby!" "I'm not" "I'm telling you, I'm too old for you" "How much old?" "11 years" "Are you 28?" "I am" he huffed "You look way younger" "Thanks" he sipped his coke , trying not to feel the awkward moment "But I would love it. As a friend, of course" she grabbed her phone "Leave your number" "I am truly honored, miss" she giggled "Just stop trying to flirt with me" he laughed "I can try" "fine" "Ok, then. Have you already decided what are you going to order?" "Not really. You?" "Me neither" she turned to Lorenzo "Lorenzo, excuse me" "Yes?" "Pouvez-vous me donner deux menus, s'il vous plait?" she stretched her hand "Carrement. Mais... il n'y en a qu'un" "C'est ok. On partage" "Voilà! Et... c'est 'tu' non 'vous' pour toi" she smiled, shyly "Ok. Merci" she turned to Kimi again "Let's see..." she opened the menu and sat closer to him so they could read it together. Charles wasn't happy with that scene.

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"What's wrong with you, Char?" "Nothing, I'm fine" "Did I upset you?" he smiled softly "No! Never. I said it's nothing" "It doesn't sounds true to me" "Why not?" "Because you look upset" "Well... You and Kimi flirted all night. How am I supposed to feel?" "What?! We didn't flirt!" "Qu'est-ce que tu me dit sur aller à Bologne ensemble, ajouter lui numéro dans ta contacts, lire le menu comme ça, hein?" he sticked in her body exaggerating what actually happened with Kimi. She smiled "Don't be jealous" "Why shouldn't I? I always have tons of reasons to be jealous but you never seem to care" "Char" "What?!" "First of all, he's just a kid" "True..." “And also, this is not about Kimi only, is it?” “Not really?” he sat on the sand “Will you tell me what’s the matter?” she adjuted her dress and joined Charles “Since I first saw you, I feel so much about you, that is almost scary. I knew that you would put my last relationship in ruins, that you would make me dumb and blind, that I would hate myself and never be the same again” “So you regret meeting me?” “No! I am trying to say that you are such a hard person but I’m crazy about you. So,please, make it easy to me” “I already have been in a horrible position where I was used, scammed, cheated, and I had to develop this bulletproof shell, you know?” “I understand. But I don’t get why you act like that with me. Did I give you any reasons?” “You broke up with your girlfriend because of me. I feel like the girls that my exes broke up with me to be with” “It’s not like that” “So it’s like what?”

she was right “ I don’t… I don’t know what to say. Can’t you give me a chance? I don’t like to be the guy that lies about things being superficial only when I want to have all of you” “So it wasn't just a booty call, right?” “Are you talking about Maranello?” “Yes” “It wasn't” she took a deep breath “Sorry, Charles. It's me, not you” “It's me not you. Really? What the fuck is wrong with you?” “I can't be too close to you” “Am I contagious now?!” “No, no. I am the problem here. When I get too close to people, especially in romantic relationships, I get too attached, you know? And I can't, cause people leave and when it happens, it hurts excessively and I don't want to feel pain anymore” “I already told you I ain't leaving! I show it to you! What else can I do to make you believe me and trust me!?” “I don't know. I tried already but this mechanism of pushing away works so well for me…” “So I am the only one taking risks and trying hard here?” “Not completely” “This is fucking ridiculous, I do understand some people are dismissive because they have trauma or whatever but I can't be with someone who's not willing to try not to be dismissive with someone who's as supportive as I am” she could tell Charles was hurting “Charles” she touched his wrist “I am sorry. This is very hard to me” “I know it's. But I am here to help you. Support you. Hold your little but very skilful hands through the damn process” she looked at him “Ok. I can try” “I only believe seeing it” she chuckled, then poked his chest “Stop!” “I am being serious! This is the last time I am trying” “Fair enough” he smiled, then kissed her forehead before pulling her to a hug. “And just for the record…” she started “I really like you. You don't know about that but I see you everywhere. In the subway while I cross New York to go to work, in my bathroom when I shower, in my kitchen when I cut tomatoes, in the elevator of the building I live in, in my apartment which number is 1610... And there are other places but I think you get it" he crossed his arms "I got it, you flirted with Kimi and now wants to compensate me" she rolled her eyes and kissed him in the sequence. He placed his hand on her face then waist and when they parted he pulled her for another hug and buried his face on the crock of her neck. Her white silk dress was so soft he wanted to live there.

"Je te vois partout aussi" she breathed in his cologne and the cool night's air filled her nostrils. “I feel like I can live here forever” “Me too” “I have good news to you” he lifted his head “What's it, princess?” “I am going to Monaco. See you race at home” he smiled brightly, then jumped on her and threw her on the sand standing on top of her and kissed her lips “You just gave me the best news” she smiled “Did you book a hotel?” “Of course” “So unbook it. You are staying with me” “At your place? In Monaco?” “Yes. I refuse any rejections coming from you” “Do you know what it sounds like?” “What?” “A living dream” “I can make all your dreams come true if you let me” she smiled “You can start with kissing me with those beautiful lips of yours” “As you wish, my lady” he pushed down and lost himself on her lips. Next Sunday was going to be great, he could feel it.

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