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The reader is friends with Hattie — not childhood best friends or anything like that, but maybe someone she met during school or university. The reader studies psychology and has been dating a guy she met at university for a few years. However, things don’t end well when he cheats on her and claims she was too busy with university and that he “needed more attention.”
Oscar spends his summer break in Australia. Recently single, for some reason. He’s at home with his family when suddenly someone (the reader) walks into the house crying, saying she really needs to talk to Hattie. The problem is — his sister isn’t home. And that’s where it starts.
A romance begins when Oscar finds himself comforting a girl who’s just been cheated on, while he’s also dealing with his own heartbreak.
BUT THIS HAS BEEN LIVING IN MY HEAD FOR SO LONG!
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Pairing: Oscar Piastri x reader
Summary: After her boyfriend cheats and blames her busy university life, the reader ends up at Hattie’s family home in Australia looking for comfort — only to find Oscar there instead. Recently single, Oscar wasn’t expecting company, especially not someone who challenges him from the start. What begins as an awkward meeting quickly turns into playful teasing, easy conversations, and a connection that feels natural and surprisingly strong. Over a slow summer, comfort turns into chemistry, and friendship quietly shifts into something neither of them planned — but neither wants to ignore.
Warnings: make-out session, cuss words, cheater ex-boyfriend, angst if you squint, fluff.
Word count: 15k
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My first language isn't English, so if you see any mistakes, i'm sorry and tell me so i can correct them. Also, if I should add another warning, please let me know. I really appreciate any feedback you can give.
You catch your ex-boyfriend red-handed.
You had a key to his department and tried to surprise him, but you were the one surprised. He was on the couch with some other girl, and you froze in place, your hand gripping the handle so hard that your knuckles were white.
You shut the door in their faces as your boyfriend was shouting your name and the girl was trying to find her clothes. It was a disaster; every aspect of your life was a disaster, your family was far away from Australia, you didn't have your boyfriend anymore, and the only “close ”friend you still had came to mind.
Without thinking twice, you drove towards Hattie's house. You needed to see her. You were gripping the wheel so hard that you could feel your palms grow sweaty, tear-blurring your vision as you tried to contain them. You didn't want to crash, but they were unstoppable; they were flooding like a river in a storm. Your emotions were too much for you.
After a long drive, you were outside Hattie's house. You could see someone at the window. The shadow was in the kitchen. You exhaled a shaky breath as you turned off the engine. You almost ran directly to the entry, nearly tripping as a sob broke through your throat.
What you saw was finally catching in your brain: Cayden kissing her, fucking her on his couch as you just froze in place and didn't say a thing. Your boyfriend of three years was with another girl, and you couldn't understand why. Why you? Why did he do that?
You could feel your heart breaking in your chest as you knock three times at the door, almost hyperventilating at the situation. You couldn't breathe between the sobs breaking your throat; they were barely audible, but they still felt like a punch in the gut.
“Who is…?” A male voice asked, and you just looked up to see a pretty guy standing there, eyebrows furrowed. His brown eyes were watching you suspiciously as you wiped tears from your cheeks, trying so hard to control them to keep some type of dignity in front of the stranger.
“Is… Hattie home?” You asked, with a dry throat and in a whisper, as the man in front of you looked uncomfortable; you couldn’t blame him. If a random girl were crying her eyes out, you'd be the same. “I… need to talk to her… urgently.”
“No, she’s not here,” he said in a cautious voice, and you just felt more hopeless about the situation, if that's even possible. Suddenly, you could see the resemblance between him and Hattie. He must be her brother, always travelling for his job. You felt more embarrassed by your condition.
“Oh, I… thanks…” You mumbled, taking a step back, without trying to control your tears anymore. You turned your back, trying to stop trembling so you could make it to your car, when he reached for your shoulder. The tears broke free again in your eyes.
“You're a friend of hers?” He asked quietly, and you just nodded, without finding the strength to turn towards him. You were a mess. You were pretty sure that your mascara was smeared all over your face, and you still couldn't see clearly. “Are you okay?”
“No…” Your voice broke before you could stop them as he pulled you into the house, seeing if someone else was outside. When he saw no one, he closed the door as you were crying, standing there, so defeated.
“Hey… she’s gonna be back soon,...” he explained with a calm demeanor. You could see that he was barefoot, wearing shorts, and a white T-shirt. He looked confused at you as you started mumbling about what happened.
“I'm such a fucking idiot,” You mumble more to yourself as you cross your arms above your chest. Tears were dripping onto the floor as he touched your arm again, his big hand a steady comfort as you looked at him. He looked awkward in your state, but you could feel the uneasiness radiating through him.
“Don't say that, I'm sure that whatever happens… um…It's gonna be fine.” The man didn't know what else to say to make you feel better, to stop your crying and sobbing uncontrollably.
“I'm… how I didn't see that coming, really. He lost interest in me, and then I walked through the door and saw him with another girl.” You stutter your words out like they were venom, the kind of venom that, if you didn’t take it out of your system, you'd die right there because of it.
Your tears ricocheted off the floor aggressively; your emotions were so overwhelming that you felt the sadness in your eyes, in the form of tears. Your anger is on your head, making you see everything red and blurred, and finally, the disappointment that wasn’t letting you breathe calmly, or at least take a fresh breath in your lungs.
“No way…what an asshole,” he said as he pulled you into an awkward hug. You wanted to chuckle at how weird he was with social interactions, but he was trying to comfort you until his sister came back. That was enough for you. He was kind enough not let you go and be alone in this state.
“He was having sex with her and I… god… I stood there like an idiot.” You whispered with your head on his chest and soaking his shirt, and he let you.
You were in much pain; you didn't even care about it. You grabbed his shirt in your fists, trying to stop the rushing emotions overwhelming you. You wanted to cry your eyes out and punch something at the same damn time.
“Let it out…just let it out.” He started to rub your back with his large hand as you completely lost any control left in you.
You weep, your tears ending in Hattie's brother's shirt as he held you like you were a fragile doll, about to fall apart, and he didn’t want that to happen. You were sure your cries were awful, and you sniffed your nose to try to stop the tears painting your cheeks.
You felt your heart breaking piece by piece; it was horrible, the worst thing you'll ever experience in your life: Heartbreak, but the ugly one, the one that you know could have ended differently.
He cheated on you like you were no one, like he didn't care about you. You'll prefer for him to break this tell you he wasn't comfortable with the relationship anymore, but he decided that you'll never know he was another girl, god. Cayden was wrong, you caught him, and you didn’t know what to do with yourself and the oppression you were feeling in your chest.
“I'm a fool.” You said, biting a whine of heartbreak on your throat. His hands were comforting you on your back, letting you say whatever you wanted to. He was listening attentively as he squeezed you once, reassuring and… comforting in an awkward way.
“The fool is him…” He whispered as your hand was trembling on his chest. He started walking towards the couch with you in his arms, without letting you go, and you felt your heart break again at the small but meaningful gesture.
“He… we were fine… I thought that we were fine… three years..” You said with uneven breath as he sat clumsily, as you were pulled at his side. His hands soothing your back, you hide your wrecked face on his chest. He sighed lightly, his eyes watching attentively as you trembled and your voice broke with each word you said. “I wasted three years because of him.”
You felt yourself stop to breathe, and before you could panic, he noticed immediately, before you even knew. He took your hands in his.
“Name five things you can see.” He said, against your ear as the world was closing before your eyes, You tried to think, but you couldn't, not until he repeated, with a commanding voice, “Name five things you can see.”
“Um.. you… myself… the couch…. I-I…the table,... the television.” Your eyes wandered through the living room, trying so hard to do what he was asking, but it was too difficult. His hands were a comfort over yours.
“Four things you can touch.” He asked, with the same commanding tone but softer, like he already knew you were listening to him. You release a shaky breath as you try to take a deep breath.
“Your hands, my… myself… the couch…you.” You were saying the first things that came to your mind as you felt him nod, and you caught a glimpse of a tiny smile on his lips.
“Three things you can hear.” He keeps going, and suddenly you realize what he was doing, he was grounding you, because you were about to have a panic attack, you’ve never had one, not until now.
Now that you knew what you were feeling, it became easier to breathe and to try to keep calm. Luckily, you knew what he was doing. You're studying Psychology, but sometimes it's harder to put into practice the things you see when you're feeling like this.
“Your voice, my heavy breath, and… the dishwasher.” He squeezes your hand once over yours as you inhale sharply at the feeling, suddenly aware of the physical contact. Grounding you even more.
“Two things you can smell.” His soft voice was a balm to your brain, trying to appease your emotions; at least put them at bay so you could retake control. You needed to retake control over yourself.
“Mint and my misery.” You joked without thinking about what you were doing, and you felt a chuckle break through him, his chest moving as he tried to suppress it.
“One thing you can taste or enjoy,” he said, as you looked into his brown eyes and felt calmer than before. He knew what to do in his situation; you could tell.
“My agony,” you finally said in a whisper as he shook his head, finding hilarious the way you were a completely different person when you were calm, breathing openly, with satiny cheeks and mascara on your face. “How do you know what to do?”
“I have three sisters who tend to panic a lot. So… you're welcome,” he said, analyzing your face as you felt how the emotional overload was dragging you towards tiredness, how his brown eyes were reflecting curiosity.
“I'm so embarrassed…” You started to say, as you sat straight on the couch, you couldn't make eye contact with him, feeling self-conscious about how you looked and the first impression he just had of you.
“Hey, you had a valid crash out.” He reassured you as he just relaxed into the couch, as you just sat there, weirded out about the situation, and let a dry chuckle come out.
“It's so normal to be sobbing on a stranger's chest because my boyfriend cheated on me and I just figured it out?” You said it with deadpan sarcasm, making him laugh, and you felt the tension in your heart ease a little.
His head tilted back at the couch, and he smirked. In that moment, you saw he had bunny teeth, which was freaking adorable, but your mind wandered to the similarities with Hattie's face. They had the same nose and features; they looked alike but, at the same time, opposite, just by the demeanor of her brother, calm and polite, while Hattie was more… energetic.
“I'm Oscar, Hattie's brother.” He presented so sure of himself, and without any rush in the world, as you were about to say your name, when the door opened abruptly. Both of your eyes immediately focused on who was arriving.
“I'm back…” Hattie's voice echoed inside the house as you looked directly at Oscar's shirt, which was ruined by your sobbing. “What the hell happened?”
Hattie left all the groceries at the entry, her eyes downcast. She was taking time to meet your gaze. You finally smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes as she sat with her back to his brother, between you two.
“Did you do something to her?” She asked with suspicion as Oscar stood up from the couch to run away from this. He looked uncomfortable again, and you didn’t blame him a bit for it.
“No, you two need to talk and well… see you around.” He gave you a closed-mouth smile as he disappeared, the air suddenly feeling heavy in the Piastri’s house as you just tried to take control of your emotions.
His brown eyes imprint themselves on your mind.
“Cayden cheated on me.” You mustered as you saw the ceiling, trying to stop crying over an idiot like him. Hattie gasped at the confession as she hugged you tightly, letting you tell her everything about it.
You had the worst luck in the world, that's for sure. The luck you had should be studied by some astral expert or someone like that because you couldn't believe it.
Her warm arms were a steady presence, as if your thoughts weren't seeing him with that random girl at his apartment. You chewed your cheeks as you exhaled, feeling lighter but at the same time feeling a heaviness in your chest you've never felt before.
“I caught him red-handed. I opened the door to his apartment, and he was with a random girl on his couch, and I froze. I ran away.” You whispered, feeling like a coward for not staying, and shouted at him or something like that, but you needed time to process the situation and everything you just seen. Think about your relationship with him.
“No way, I’ve never liked the guy, but what a prick, really.” She said to you, as you just exhaled the tension from your body, that you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to ease the feeling of betrayal.
You met Cayden at a party between faculties. He was studying engineering, and you were in psychology, and you decided that he was interesting enough and wanted to try a relationship with him. Truth to be told, you did it because you felt lonely, without many friends, and, well, it was your first semester away. You figured out this past month that maybe nothing was working, but the feeling of betrayal was stronger than the thought that passed through your mind for two months. Break up with him.
He wasn’t that charming, actually, but you fell into a routine, and you were comfortable with it. You loved him, and it hurt you that it ended this way. It could've been resolved with one talk: that you weren't in synch anymore. Now, you were sure that you two never were.
“Yes, I don't know how to feel. I've been isolated in college. I already considered a lot of possibilities, but I really thought that, for the sake of our relationship, he would break up with me if he wasn’t comfortable.” You mumbled at full speed as Hattie had her eyebrows furrowed, and in her eyes was a fire, rage.
“Well, he's an idiot, you knew that.” She said, with a dead-serious look, and you just nodded. You always knew he was like that, but you didn’t want to see it. “Come here.”
Hattie hugged you, and you didn’t know how much time you'd spent there without knowing that Oscar was in the shadows, eavesdropping; he didn't know why he wanted to hear your conversation, but he stayed there, listening.
Hattie called you to spend time with her at her house; you knew why, she didn't want you to fall into depression during the summer break. It's been a week since you left your department, grieving your mediocre relationship.
You needed some alone time to sort out your things. You knew deep down that it was a matter of time; the stuff with Cayden wouldn’t work out. You gave yourself a week to get over the hurt and denial.
The only thing that was anchoring you was having your degree in hand in one more year. That's the only thing that actually was working in your life, because you made it work, your brain was always in your degree, to finally have the diploma, and your parents telling you you made it, you just graduated from psychology.
When she called, you knew that seven days of your own misery and feeling bad for yourself were enough. You force yourself to get up and get ready, at least to look presentable, and more if you were about to cross paths with her brother, who had already looked at you at your lowest and not-so-good self.
God, you were embarrassed, but that's just how life was; you needed to sugarcoat it.
That's how you ended up with a box of cookies in front of Hattie's house, waiting for someone to open the door. You were nervous, why? Your brain didn’t even know it, but you were.
You passed a hand over your hair, looking at the other colorful houses as you heard the door crack open. You straightened yourself immediately and saw Oscar standing there with a tiny smirk on his lips and a curious glint in those peculiar brown eyes.
“I swear to god that this time I'm not gonna cry, well. I hope…” You blurted out quickly with your eyes wide. He took a second to process your words, and he chuckled; one of his hands went directly to his messy hair unconsciously. You blink at him with tension in your body.
“I wasn't gonna bring it up.” He said calmly, as you felt nervousness breathing down your neck, you searched his eyes for a hint of a lie, but there wasn’t one. You chewed your lip as you extended your hands towards him with the box of cookies.
“Well, I needed to get it out of my system. This is for you and, well, your parents.” You whispered as you peeked on your tiptoes over his shoulder to see Hattie watching you two, with a smile on her lips.
“You're blackmailing me to keep quiet with cookies?” he asked you, raising an eyebrow as you just watched him with your mouth agape. Was Oscar making a joke with you?
What you recall Hattie telling you about him a long time ago is that he is the serious type of man, the kind of guy who is always collected in his own calm way, with his life under control—Polish and polite. You've never heard any of his sisters comment on how funny he is or how unique his sense of humor was.
“Yes, stop making me feel mortified because of literally your first impression of me was sobbing and making your white t-shirt a disaster.” You rambled as you grabbed a firmer hold of your bag. For a moment, you just forgot about anything that wasn’t Oscar, and you knew his brown eyes were paying you too much attention. That only makes you ramble more.
“You recall every detail, don't you?” He said, leaning on the doorway, his large finger around the box of cookies, as you swallowed hard.
The conversation was nothing like you imagined having with him. You imagined short words and a 'don't worry,' but he's saying blackmailing, or that he notices you have a good memory, even though you were wrecked that day and almost couldn't see through the tears.
“Well, technically yes, but…” He cut you off as he just took a step inside, making space for you to enter as you were about to continue justifying yourself. You felt how your cheeks were starting to flush, and you hated yourself for that, God's sake; it was Hattie's brother, and your boyfriend just cheated on you.
“Don't worry, I'll not comment on anything about what happened. It's our secret.” He said before you could start talking again. You pressed your lips on a thin line as you tried so hard not to say anything else.
You walked past him, almost running towards Hattie, who was giggling at the strange situation. She knew why you went, running and tripping over your own feet. You'll only make yourself more embarrassed by adding something else to the conversation.
“You're red.” She whispered in your ear as you sat on the couch, and you smacked her arm playfully.
“I'm embarrassed; it was your fault. You weren't here, and I think I looked so bad he took pity on me.” You mumbled as you took your shoes off your feet and put them on the table. You accused her with your eyes as she gave you an apologetic smile.
“I know, at least he showed sympathy for you.” Hattie passed a hand over her short hair as you just snorted, trying to stop the rushing and insatiable thoughts of how miserable you felt a week before.
“Well, thanks God, if he didn't, then I don't know what I'd have done.” You confessed to watching as Oscar took a seat on a small sofa, his back to the window.
He looked small in the house, like he outgrown his version of it. You recognize him from photos, most of them of childhood, seeing the young boy with a tight smile on his lips on frames all over the house. The reality was the opposite, the matruirty involved him in every pore of his body.
And the photos of him in Formula 1 didn’t do him any justice at all. The photos Hattie had shown you weren’t that interesting. Or maybe you search for him in your hibernation week. Maybe there were open tabs in your computer browser. Maybe.
“How is college going?” Hattie asked, passing series and movies on Netflix. You shrugged, feeling the stress on your body, even two weeks into summer break.
“Stressful, nothing I can't handle, you know.” You felt Oscar's gaze on you, and you ignored him the best you could as you saw Mae taking a seat in the dining room. She smiled at you politely but didn't say anything.
“What are you studying?” Oscar's voice took over the stance as you finally looked at him; curiosity gleamed in his eyes as you exhaled heavily.
“Psyhcology. One year more and I’m free of this jail.” You whispered more to yourself as Hattie laughed at your way of expressing yourself about college. Oscar nodded, like he understood, even though he didn't go to university.
“Well, I hope you like your career at least, if not, it's gonna be a hell of a life.” Mae gasped at the table, looking in surprise at Oscar's words, as Hattie was totally shocked. The three girls looked at him with mouths agape, astonished by his words. He shrugged, and his expression was full of confusion. “What?”
“Nothing.” Both sisters answered at the same time, Mae looking at the computer again as Hattie put a movie on instantly.
“I assure you that I like my career. What I don't like is college professors breathing down my neck like I'm some kindergarten girl who doesn't know what she’s doing.” You said angrily at the memories, and he chuckled again as you laughed at the way Hattie was looking at her brother.
It was going to be a long summer, a busy summer, and you were glad for it. To keep you busy and have some fun, it's been a long time since you let yourself laugh this hard.
One month has passed of the summer break, and you really needed to thank the Piastri’s for letting you spend so much time with them. Almost every day you were at their house, they took you as one of their own children.
The girls loved talking to you, even shy Mae. You always listened attentively to them, commented when needed, and filled silences when Mae asked you for help with her eyes or when Edie was done talking.
You could read the room. For a reason, you studied psychology, and you loved it so much that you really put a lot of effort into your career.
Oscar was… another situation. It was the closest Pisatri’s family member you had, aside from Hattie. He always spent time with you two, and he even brought his childhood friends. He saw movies, listened, and commented when he thought he needed to express something. He joins you two at the mall, at the cinema, almost everywhere. At first, it was weird because, in all the years you've known Hattie, he's never done that. You didnt even know him.
Soon it became a routine you grew fond of; sometimes he was busy with job calls, or, in the worst scenarios, he had to stay behind at home dealing with problems, but most of the time he was everywhere near you. You were comfortable with it, and Hattie seemed not to care that her brother was with you two.
So that's how you ended up on a bikini, with the sun at its highest point, and a towel underneath you. With Oscar's friends, and well, Hattie’s also.
The beach wasn't as busy as it usually was in summer, so you had complete peace to relax. You chewed your bottom lip as you watched the waves break onto the shore, the different shades of blue glowing beneath the sunlight.
“Girl, you look dissociated,” Hattie said, taking a seat beside you as you watched how all the people you were spending the summer with were playing volleyball, laughing, and enjoying the vacation.
“I'm not, I'm just… resting,” you muttered, trying so hard not to look at Oscar. He was shirtless, and well, you had eyes, he looked even greater without one, his broad shoulders, that strong back…
“You're seeing my brother.” She said, half-joking, half-serious. You snorted, trying so hard not to blush as you put your sunglasses over your eyes and tilted your head towards Hattie. The lie already burning in your tongue.
“I'm not, he's in front of me, what do you want me to see?” You defended yourself. Part of it was genuine, but you were seeing him attentively. How his arms flexed when he hit the ball, how his expression was focused on his game.
You shook your head, trying to look the other way, but it was impossible for you.
“I'm not judging you. Look, if you and he started something…” She teased as you struggle yourself more on the towel, as you bite a laugh at the insinuations of her brother and you.
“Stop right there… my boyfriend cheated on me a month ago. I think I'm fine.” You mumbled, but Hattie heard your low conviction on it. You actually thought about Oscar a lot, more than you wanted to admit.
“Yes… But I won't be mad. Enjoy your youth and that you're not with that asshole.” She joked as you touched some sand. You chuckled at how it turned down. She hated Cayden so much, and you just figured it out.
“Girl, come on, it's your fucking brother. You really want that drama in your life?” You asked as you closed your eyes and exhaled heavily, feeling the sun burning your skin. You didn’t listen to Hattie's response, as a shadow suddenly covered the sun.
“What drama?” Oscar asked as you open your eyes wide and choke on your own saliva. Hattie was laughing hysterically by your side.
“None of your business, Piastri, plus you're hiding the sun from me,” you said playfully as you saw how he was turning towards you. His messy hair had sand and a few droplets of saltwater. His brown eyes looked at you expectantly as he took a seat on the other side of you, while some of his friends said their goodbyes.
“See you around you two.” Someone told you, and you waved at them, completely oblivious of the way Oscar was seeing you.
“If you don't want anyone to hear, you shouldn't be talking about it in a public space.” He teased, grabbing a fresh water bottle and taking a sip. Your eyes, hidden behind your sunglasses, went directly to his thick neck, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the water.
Suddenly, you felt flushed and looked away, trying to occupy your hands with the book you abandoned a long time ago by your side. Hattie was faking looking at her phone; she abandoned you in this conversation.
“Well, you shouldn't be that curious.” You whispered as he lay beside you, eyes closed and a tiny smile on his lips. His stomach contracted at the sensation of the ocean breeze. You were self-conscious from one moment to another.
“I'm going to search for some food. I’ll be back,” Hattie said, rushing as she disappeared towards the restaurants on the other side of the block. She didn’t even give time to go with her or to ask her to grab something for you.
“She was done with you, I can tell.” He teased, as you just tried to concentrate on your book. But your eyes went directly to the ocean, and you confirmed you had the worst luck in the world.
“Fuck, why me?” You asked as you lay down, trying to hide your face in the book. You wanted to dig a hole in the sand and disappear through it. This wasn’t happening to you. Not today, not when you were having fun.
“What…?” Oscar started to ask as another shadow obstructed the perfect sun. You wanted to groan, but you restricted yourself.
“Y/n… is that really you?” A male voice asked as you lowered your book and smiled falsely. You tried to seem surprised at the man in front of you as you straightened yourself on the towel.
“Miles?” You said as you felt your voice strain. He gave you a bright smile as he pulled you by the arm, and you gasped at the sudden movement. He stood you up.
“I'm so happy to see you, really. It's been about three months since I saw you. I want to talk about some things,” he commented, looking at Oscar, who had a slight frown on his eyebrows, making him look colder than he really was.
His brown eyes were fixed on Miles; he was paying close attention to the interaction, which made you aware of every word you could and needed to say. You saw on your peripheral vision that he was leaning on his forearm, making his biceps flex and his stomach too.
“Well, here I am. I don't know what you want to talk about.” You said harshly, which was not intended. In that moment, Miles looked at you with some pity in his eyes. He didn’t know how much you hated Cayden or his best friend.
“Look, Cayden is an idiot, and he didn't know what he was…” You stopped him, taking a step towards him, making him move quickly, to get out of your way. You were done with their bullshit.
“Yes, like you. You truly deserve each other's company. He knew what he was doing, and I'm over it. I don't want to know more about him or his friends.” You cut him off as Miles looked utterly surprised by your decision. You were about to sit down, and he retook your arm.
Usually, you were the quiet one, the one on the margins of everything, but not anymore. You didn't want to hear the poor excuse that he was going to make so that you could go back together with his best friend. You were done with that unnecessary relationship.
“Mate, she doesn't want to talk to you,” Oscar said dryly as he was about to stand up in your defense, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.
“I don't know who you are, but this is between her…” Oscar stood at his full height as Miles took a step back, letting your arm free as Oscar put himself between you and the idiot.
“You don't need to know. She’s over this conversation. Go away.” The coldness in his voice was enough for Miles to almost trip over his own feet as he literally ran away. You sighed as you sat down, and your pulse spiked. What an awful event.
Cayden never did that, no one. Nobody has defended you like that. Not even from politeness, but Oscar looked annoyed at the way Miles decided to approach you, and well, the topic that was the cheater of your ex-boyfriend.
“I'm not even surprised, they are the same. They’re like awful, evil twins. Like the girls from that terror movie.” You tried to joke as Oscar sat beside you, then, before you could say anything else, you could see he was still tense. “Oscar, everything is alright.”
“No, I don't know where he got the guts to come here. How did he think it was a great idea to…?” he looked actually angry, his brown eyes were seeing all over the beach as he passed a hand over his hair, some sand coming off.
“Oscar, it's fine. I'm fine, really.” Your voice was lower than you intended, but that made him look at you. He searched in your eyes for indecision, but you were only bored by the situation. “I'm done with his friends and him. Don't let them ruin this…resting day. ”
He exhaled heavily, his eyes never leaving the back of Miles; he was moving to another part of the beach. Thank god. Oscar's shoulders were tight, and his breathing shallow. You could see his jaw completely clenched.
“I…” He was about to say something when you lay down on the towel and looked at him with softness in your eyes.
“Can I ask you a question?” You asked quietly as Oscar tried to relax. He also lay down as he saw your soul with those big brown eyes. You were trying to distract him and change the subject.
“You already asked me a question. Tell me.” He informed with a teasing smile on his lips, showing his bunny teeth. You just rolled your eyes with a tiny grin on your own, trying so hard not to blush.
You were curious about his life; you wanted to know more about him. It's like he already knows you like the palm of his hand, and well, you only know the basic things about him because Hattie had to tell you. In this moment, you weren't so grateful to be a yapper and he a listener.
“I… well…you know me better than I know you. I'm curious about your life. You never talk about anything personal, like your job or anything like that.“ You blurted out hurriedly before you could cower away. His eyes widen in amusement; he didn’t expect this, but his body shows he was nervous about it. His hands started to fidget with the hem of his shorts as his eyes went to the blue sky.
“I think you know what my job is.” He joked in a low voice, as if it were a secret and not many fans had stopped him to take a photo. You snoted, trying not to roll your eyes but failing.
“I mean, yes, but… the things I know are from Hattie. I don't even know why you are here on summer break. In my years of friendship with Hattie, I've never seen you.” You stated a matter of fact; it was true. Curiosity was killing you; you wanted to know a lot about him, but you were too shy to ask, and, well, asking Hattie would make you look like a stalker.
You've known Hattie since high school, more than five years, and you'll never see him. Not once. The curiosity about why you've never seen him settled in your brain.
He still, like he was afraid of saying something that would hurt him, or maybe turned sour the day. You chewed your lip as his head turned slowly towards you. His jaw tightened, muscles jumping on it, and you thought you struck a private topic.
“It's none of my business. We can talk about…” You tried to change the topic again, and he gave you a slight smile for your efforts not to push him. He didn't need to share something he didn’t want to.
“I'm never here during summer break because I used to spend it with my girlfriend.” The bomb was thrown, and you tried so hard to suppress the fact that he had a girlfriend. He used to spend this time of year with his girlfriend, which is why you haven't met him before.
You felt heat creeping onto your cheeks, and you weren't sure if it was from the sun or from him talking to you about something personal; you could tell by the way his eyes softened, and his voice was almost quiet.
“Oh…” That's all you could say; your brain is going a thousand miles per hour trying to catch up on this information about him. Hattie never said anything about a girlfriend; it only made you more confused.
You suppressed the feeling of disappointment, and before another thought could bring your mind. He laughed dryly.
“We broke at the beginning of the year. I'm still figuring out what went wrong,” he mumbled, like being vulnerable was hard for him, like you needed to steal the word from his mouth. You could see hurt in his brown eyes as you counted the moles on his face.
“I'm so sorry, Oscar.” You mustered; it didn't feel right the way his voice almost turned completely flat at the mention of it. You didn't ask him anything more, but he was opening up; you could tell by the way he opened and closed his mouth, trying to keep telling you. He was making an effort.
“I think it was time, I'm okay with it, but you suddenly don't forget a relationship of more than six years.” Your jaw went completely slack as you heard six fucking years, your mouth agape; you didnt expect him to have a girlfriend for that long. It's a lot, and you felt that the three years with Cayden were hell and more of a half-life.
“You certainly don't…” You said, trying so hard not to chuckle at the nervousness you were feeling, his eyes reflecting acceptance, but he was right, you don't forget the good time from one month to another. It was hard, and for the way he was expressing himself, you were sure they ended up on good terms. That just made it more difficult.
“You are suspicious.” He commented as you passed a hand over your face, taking off your sunglasses, and you chuckled at the way he noticed. He always notices everything.
“I'm not, but six years is… a lot of time.” You confirmed, it was shocking the amount of time, he must have been eighteen when they started dating, a high school sweetheart. What a beautiful thing. Your eyes went towards the sun; you didn't mind if it left you blind, but you couldn't meet Oscar's eyes.
“Yes, it was a mutual decision. We were going on different paths and… we can say we fell into a routine.” He explained as he grabbed your arm and pulled you almost flush against him that you were about to protest, but before you could say so, he reached for his cap and put it on your head, blocking the sun from your eyes.
The gesture made you feel heat all over your body.
“I understand the sentiment.” You chose to say that because you didn’t know what to say to him. He looked calm about the topic, but you could tell it still hurts him a little to talk about it. That kind of feeling will never go away; maybe it'll diminish, but that's all.
“Sure you do,” he teases as you gasp, feeling how he put the cold bottle of water against your skin—trying to ease the tension of the serious conversation.
“Shut up, my choices of partner were not the best.” You said, feeling the blush on your cheeks as he laughed hard, showing his teeth, and his chest moved in sync with the beautiful sound.
“Good thing we're over them.” He made sure to confirm it, to search for your eyes for confirmation that you were alright, that you weren't that hurt about what happened with Cayden, and you searched his brown eyes for confirmation that he was okay with not having her in his life anymore.
You both were content with both situations.
“Yes, us against the world,” you joked as he passed a hand over your shoulders, squeezing you with tenderness and a bit of a playful gesture.
You talk about everything and nothing about, favourite things and more, after more than three hours, Hattie returned with a cheeky smile on her face. Knowing damn well what shes done.
You were in the park near your apartment, waiting for Hattie to pick you up to go out to a mall or just chill out, but she was late, as always.
You were messaging Oscar, telling him how his sister was annoyingly late. He joked about it as you saw a car parked in front of you in your peripheral vision. You didn't pay too much attention until he shouted your name like a prayer.
“Y/n, we need to talk,” Cayden said, in front of you, his blue eyes piercing yours as you took a step back with your bag in hand, your knuckles white at how hard you were gripping the strap.
“No, we don't.” You started to walk away while you felt trembling in your whole body—the summer break ends in one more month. Two months without seeing him and actually thinking about him, and the mediocre boy he was.
“Oh yes, we're gonna talk,” He looked so out of his mind as you tried to step back. He was angry, but he wanted to calm himself before he talked again. “Look, I'm sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen…”
“Me catching you with her… That wasn’t supposed to happen?” you asked as you felt heat in your neck and cheeks, as your stomach twisted at his words. You were angry, raging at how he was handling the situation.
“That's not what I meant, but God, Y/n, you weren't paying me any attention. You're so full of yourself and your career that you didn't care about me and my necessities anymore.” Your jaw went slack as he blurted out the words with venom; one of your hands was in a tight fist as the other was killing the strap of the poor bag.
“Excuse me, are you blaming me that you’re a cheater?” You asked incredulously during the conversation. He passed both hands over his dark hair, trying to restrain himself, but you knew him too well. He was about say something that would make you angrier.
“Maybe, you only cared about you and that stupid psychology degree. I needed to search for someone who could pay attention to me.” He spat with ferocity in his voice. You shoved him with both of your hands as he was about to take a step towards your personal space.
“You're not gonna blame me for this shit. This relationship was long gone before you cheated on me, and you can't blame it on my degree,” you sighed, gritting your teeth as you tried so hard to compose yourself. Where the hell was Hattie to save the day?
“Yes, I'm gonna. She was more willing to give me her time, effort, and attention.” That was a low blow, and both of you know it. Your breath was a mess as you tried to suppress tears of rage. You were gonna break out in fury; he would think it really affected you when he actually did you a favor by getting himself out of your life.
“If attention was all you needed, you could’ve used your words instead of someone else.” You knew you were going to start being harsh, but you were done with him, always blaming you for the wrongs in the relationship. What he did was unjustifiable and cruel.
“It was a mistake,” he suddenly claimed, as you were about to slap him in the face, but you knew better; you controlled yourself and your emotions the best you could as he reached for your hand, and you stepped back. “Please leave him, I'm gonna change, try to…”
“What are you talking about?” You said confusion struck you, you crossed your arms above your chest, done with his acts and the way he was trying to change the course of the discussion.
“You're dating a guy, Miles told me. I'm better than him. I can make you feel better.” He pleaded, his eyes glassy, but you knew it was fake; everything was fake. The things he just said to you demonstrated that he only wanted you back to prove a point, and you weren't going to give it to him, ever.
“I'm not. What are you talking about? Even if I was, it's none of your business, Cayden. Leave me alone, this is over. “ You declared taking more steps back, trying to get yourself out of the situation.
You heard a car parking roughly by the side of the block, and you almost gasped at the surprise of seeing Oscar, the calm Oscar, getting out of it with decisive and determined steps towards you, as Cayden was oblivious to it. He grabbed your arm, and you tried to move towards Oscar.
“Get your hands off her, man. Don't you dare touch her.” He said coldly, his jaw tense, his broad shoulders were stiff under his black shirt. It chilled your bones the way his voice was completely different from the way he always talks to you.
His brown eyes were desperate and angry. He was fuming, his cheeks flushed, as you tried not to look at him with awe.
“There's no way…” Cayden mumbled, amusement in his eyes, as he took a few steps back, leaving your arm free as Oscar towered over him for a few centimeters. Obviously, Cayden recognizes him. As an engineering student in Australia, everyone knew who Oscar Piastri was.
“You don't get to be near her.” He was about to intimidate Cayden more by getting closer to him, but he didn't have to; your ex-boyfriend was already escaping. Coward.
Oscar passed his arm around your shoulders, blocking Cayden from your peripheral vision, and without another look, he opened the door of the car and got you inside it. You were trembling from head to toe from excitement and, well, happiness. He literally saved you from more fighting. He came for you. Why?
You saw Cayden's lips move, forming Oscar's name; the realization of who Miles had seen at the beach with you hit him. You couldn't stop yourself from rolling the car window down, hearing Oscar's voice, “What are you doing?” like an echo in your head.
“You’re not a fucking dog that needs constant attention. You’re an adult. Act like one.” You shouted, making Cayden turn completely red with anger. He was about to shout something else, but in that moment Oscar rolled the window up.
“God, Y/n, you're really… unpredictable,” Oscar mustered, not scandalized, but somehow, his voice said it with awe, taking a deep breath as he drove quickly through your street.
“He's a fucking idiot, really, I'm so done with him…” You were about to start to blurt out all your thoughts when Oscar's hand found your hand over your thigh, and he squeezed it, making you stop your words abruptly.
“Hey, calm down, try to breathe,” He asked you with worry in his eyes, as you looked at yourself in the rearview mirror.
You almost gasped; your hair was out of place, your cheeks completely flushed with anger and rage. Your eyes were wide and wild, with a mischievous glint and a promise of living hell. Your lips were pressed to a thin line, reflecting the way your thoughts rushed in your mouth, but you couldn't articulate them louder.
“I'm calm.” You must have crossed your arms above your chest, trying so hard not take the anger with Oscar. He didn't deserve it; it wasn’t his fault your ex is an idiot.
“If you want to think that it's okay, just… breathe,” he said, gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary as he drove at a decent speed. You listen to him even tho you didn't want to because he was right, you needed to breathe, to get some air in your lungs before you collapsed.
The ride to his house was silent, thick, and uncomfortable, a silence that was killing you slowly. You could feel the tension and anger lingering throughout the car. You didn’t dare look at Oscar as your thoughts kept rushing through your head, even though his hand was still holding yours. There's only one thing that was imprinted in your head that Cayden said.
You only cared about you and that stupid psychology degree.
“I'm sorry I got carried away.” You whispered as he turned the engine off, but he didn't pull the keys. He was listening to you as you exhaled, the weight of a thousand bricks on your shoulders. “I'm sorry you saw a version of me that I tend to control pretty well. It's just he angers me, his words and his excuses, and I… needed to defend myself.”
You were sincere; you didn’t want Oscar seeing you so out of control, especially shouting awful things to your ex because you weren’t the one who started the fight, and you still got carried away.
You were about to speak when he squeezed your hand again, and your breath caught in your throat at the grounded gesture.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked with sincerity in his voice. He didn't understand why you were apologizing, and you didn't either, if you were being honest with yourself and the situation.
“Because…It embarrassed me that I lost control, that you saw me like that, and well… I tend to let things slide so they don't take my energy away, but today I was done keeping quiet, and more because of him. And because I almost took all of it on you.” You confessed your deepest secret, the words were burying themself on your tongue.
You don't consider yourself defenseless, but you tend to prefer peace over a fight. This was a fight you needed to have; you needed to win this, no matter how out of control you were. The moment you realized you had spoken with Cayden, you felt free of him and the thought that sometimes haunted you.
“There's something more, isn’t it? There's another thing on your mind, I can tell,” He said softly, accepting the words you just said to him as he turned to you, his back to the window and the road. You swallowed hard.
“That he is right about one thing.” You mumbled with insecurity and hurt, your heart aching that maybe the relationship was going to hell before you've even realized it. “That maybe I've been selfish.”
“What? I don't think…” You stopped him with a look, and he nodded, resisting the urge to say anything until you were done sharing with him this.
“I…I've been focusing on my degree more than I want to admit. I've been seeing him less. I spent most of the time with myself, my thoughts, and studying my brains out. Maybe I was too full of myself.” Your voice lowers itself in each passing word. Your hand starts to tremble with the thought of it.
“But, it's a good reason for him to cheat on you?” He simply asked, with his so characteristic calm voice, as you laughed dryly—so analytical with all the situations, even this one, as you shook your head negatively.
“No, it's not, but maybe I understand…” You couldn't continue because his brown eyes made you stop immediately; they were gleaming with disagreement over the things you were about to say.
“He could tell you how he was feeling, reach for you, you know that. Talk to you, that doesn't justify what he did.” His voice was an octave lower as his thumb started to rub circles on your knuckles.
Your breath hitched at the sensation of his large hand over your small one. His pale skin, a slight tan from being too much on the beach, caught your attention, looking everywhere but his intense eyes.
“I know, but I'm just… accepting. I also made mistakes in the relationship. I'm aware of them.” You whispered as you pressed your hand, pressing your palm to his.
You could see his arms tense up for a second, then relax. You finally got the courage to see him again, as he suddenly let out a chuckle he had been holding the moment your eyes met. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused, clueless about what was happening. What was on his mind?
“Sorry, that's a good thing, but I can't get over the way you called him, literally a dog.” He burst into laughter as you saw him totally mesmerized by his bunny teeth, the moles, the freckles on his face, his straight nose, and those eyes that were crinkled at his side because he was smiling so widely and openly.
Your heart missed a beat, and in that moment, you knew you were screwed. Oscar Piastri became an essential support in your life without realizing it. You were feeling things for him, and you were excited but afraid of it.
“Shut up, Piastri, I was mad, I wasn't having second thoughts about what I was saying.” You smacked his shoulder with your free hand as he pulled you by your intertwined hands so you could be closer.
Your faces were inches apart as you saw how his breath was uneven, like yours, and how his brown eyes were looking at your lips with… want on them. You chewed your lower lip, unconsciously, as he was smirking like he was about to get what he desired most.
“You looked cute being angry. And even being mad, you have the cleverest response,” he whispered as he leaned in more over the seat.
Suddenly, someone started knocking on the window, on Oscar's side, as you jumped and hit your head on the hood, groaning in pain. But you began to laugh so hard that Oscar followed you.
You really felt at ease with him; you could be yourself with him without being judged, and that’s what actually counts in life—feeling seen.
“So… who convinced you to come to the club?” Hattie asked you on the terrace, where you two went to get some air, far from the dancing bodies and smoke.
You chewed your lip as you passed your sweaty hands over your too-short dress. She knew who, but she wanted you to say out loud, accept things you didn’t want to admit, at least not tonight. It's supposed to be fun, but Hattie had other plans on her mind.
“You know who.” You whispered, your hand on the cold metal railing in front of you, as you saw some buildings surrounding you two.
“I know, I want you to accept that you only came because Oscar was in the mood to come.” She passed a hand over her hair, and you just couldn't meet her eyes. She was right, you didn't even like clubs; you preferred to be at your apartment, binging some old TV show or a book, every time, but having to socialize with so many strangers.
“Yes, I came because of him,” you mumbled, and your friend only laughed at you, and your cheeks blushed at the confession.
One month left until the summer break is over, and you still haven't tried to make a move towards Oscar. The only time you were about to kiss him was in his car, and your dearest friend interrupted before anything could happen.
Since then, you become closer to him. He opened up about the stress he lives with in Formula 1, how much he loves it, and even about his ex-girlfriend, who you could say was sweet for the way Oscar expressed himself about her.
The connection lingered; the tension didn't diminish a bit. Every time your breath caught when his fingers brushed yours while walking, the way his eyes always searched yours for confirmation that you were okay, his expression, less reserved around you and more open, his teasing jokes that made you blush each time.
You were head over heels for him, truly, but you didn’t know what to do about it. You never felt this way with anyone else, and it was strange territory for your feelings.
All his sisters already figured it out on their own. Mae said it reflects in your eyes and how you see him. Edie, for the way you joked differently with him than anyone else, and well, Hattie knew when you were in love. She knows you too well for your own good.
Even Nicole had her suspicions about you; you could see it in her eyes. How happy she turned when you and Oscar showed up together.
Everybody knew, but Oscar was oblivious to it, or he just didn’t feel the same.
This thought had you full of nervousness and anxiety, which were clawing into your brain because you didn't want another guy to break your heart; you hadn't been reciprocated before, and it's awful. Worst experience ever.
“Y/n, are you really accepting it?” Hattie whispered, incredulous. She didn’t believe it; her eyes were wide open, a broad smile on her lips at your statement.
“Maybe, see you around.” You ran away from the terrace, straight to the mass of bodies, looking for some familiar face, but you didnt find anyone.
You were about to give up when a familiar hand touched your lower back. You jumped at the sudden sensation, and Oscar laughed directly in your ear. He had to bend down so you could hear him over the loud house music.
“It's me,” he simply said, his voice with a mischievous tone, as you just rolled your eyes, even if he could see them.
“You scared me. I was about to punch you in the face.” You tilted your head against his chest so he could hear the words coming out of your mouth. His perfect jawline was inches away from your lips; you felt them starting to dry at the thought of him and how you wanted to kiss each part of his jaw.
“You couldn't do it. I have fast reflexes. I would have stopped you before your fist came into view.” He declared with a grin that you could see even in your dreams, his eyes were fixed on yours as you turned towards him.
The people dancing made you closer to him, chest against chest as Oscar's hand tightened on your back, making the proximity more intimate. You put a hand over his chest, pushing him back a little, as a teasing smirk was on your lips.
“Of course, you have Formula 1 driver. But you wouldn't have seen it coming.” You answered as someone elbowed you, and you furrowed your eyebrows in pain. People at the club were totally savage, but you were focused on the man in front of you.
“Are you so sure of it, Y/N?” God, the way he said your name, all the control you had was starting to drift away. Your other hand grabbed his bicep, and you could feel the muscles tensing under his shirt.
“No, but I could try.” Your voice was above a whisper as you could feel the locks of his brown hair on the side of your face. He smells like chocolate and trouble, you loved it.
“I'd like to see.” It was a challenge, you knew it, and he knew what he was doing with the situation. You separate both of your hands from his body, taking a step back, trying to look bored, but the grin on your lips gave it away.
“I'm going to search for…” Before you could finish the sentence, you aimed with your fist towards his face. Your hand couldn't even make it to half the way as he envelopes his large fingers around your fist. Your breath caught in your throat as he raised both of his eyebrows and had an arrogant look on his face.
Arrogance suits him too well, even if he's the least arrogant person in the world.
“Told you so. What scares me the most is that you actually made a fist and aimed at my face.” He teased, bending towards your ear as you felt your cheeks burning with desire and restrained feelings. Your heart was throbbing in your chest as your stomach was full of butterflies.
“I knew you would stop it,” you simply said, swallowing hard, seeing his eyes light up with desire and want. You saw a muscle in his jaw tick, his lips parted slightly, showing part of his bunny teeth, and you started to adore them, finding yourself seeing them each time a smile was plastered on his handsome face.
“What are we doing?” He asked you, as his other hand was between your shoulder blades, you could feel him everywhere; he was involving you in his scent, in his attention, in the most delicious way.
You knew that he wasn't talking about the silly teasing you've been doing for months. He was seeing your soul, and you felt he was reading you, like an open book. His eyes darted towards your lips as you tried to seem calm, but the truth was, you were about to cross the thin line you had drawn.
You knew the moment you connected your lips with his in a kiss that you couldn't take it back; it would turn your feelings, emotions, and the situation into something real, tangible, and once done, irreversible. Good or bad, that's something you don't know.
His eyes darkened, his pupils blown wide as you felt how his hands tightened around your back, his finger touching your exposed skin between your shoulder blades. His skin was hot against your cold one, your breath hitched, and of course, he noticed it.
Any doubt you had about whether Oscar wanted you was erased from your mind in the unique way he saw you. It's like the rest of the world didn't exist around you; the people at the club were disappearing into you, reminding you of your focus on Oscar, his charming face, his calm personality, and his skillful teasing.
Confidence hit you like a drug on your system—quickly and desperately.
“You tell me, Piastri, because for me it looks like you want something.” You didn’t know where the boldness came from, but the way his eyes sparkled under the club's lights and his smirk widened told you it was the right thing to say.
“You're gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled as his hand moved towards the nape of my neck. He tilted your head more, his lips inches from yours.
You wet your lips as your eyes meet his brown ones. That was his undoing; you knew it the moment he crashed his lips onto yours, with sweetness and desperation intertwined.
You gasped at the sensation, one of your hands resting against his throbbing heart and the other one traveling from his biceps onto his jawline, your fingers trembling at the way his lips felt over yours. You felt electrified from the inside out.
Oscar's hand on your lower back pulled you closer, making goosebumps break out on your skin at the possessiveness of the gesture. Your knees wanted to give out as you deepened the kiss, tilting your head more against his, your neck hurting, but you didn’t care at all, not when you wanted this for so long, and the feeling of desire was burning in your veins, an untamable fire.
You parted your lips as Oscar's tongue slipped through them, making you gasp against his mouth as your eyes were closed, feeling each sensation, each tremble of his body against yours, the way his hands tightened around you in the most endearing way.
Your body curves into Oscar’s, making him hum in the middle of the kiss, and you feel his smile on his lips as you pull a strand of his tousled hair, making him groan into your mouth. You needed more. You wanted more, even if fireworks were inside, you wanted them explode more.
Your shoulder relaxed at his reverent touch, and your whole body, tensed with stress from the last few years, eased into his hands, as if he knew what you needed. His hand on your lower back tried to bring you closer, but it wasn’t close enough as you giggled against his lips, and in that moment, he bit your lower lip teasingly. Your nails dug into Oscar's bicep as you felt a knot building in your stomach.
Your mind grew fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation of how full your chest felt, like having Oscar with you was everything you needed. Your heart beat faster, like it wants to break through your chest and straight to Oscar's hands, on a silver platter.
Oscar rests his forehead against yours as you wait a few seconds to open your eyes, breathing heavily from the intense moment. His eyes were already on you, with so much want and adoration, you felt your knees buckle in the middle of the dance floor. A shy smile crossed his lips, his swollen and red lips, waiting for you—your reaction to what you wanted to do.
“Oscar…” You whispered, your cheeks flushed, sure they looked like cherries. You passed both of your hands behind his neck as he pressed a soft kiss onto the tip of your nose, the contrast of the passionate kiss you just had.
In that moment, his lips pressed against yours once again as his big, strong arms picked you up. You gasped, trying to separate from him and the nervousness of your short dress. But Oscar, who had a hand on your butt, was preventing the dress from slipping up. You felt his muscles tense as you laughed between kisses, and his eyes shone brightly as you played with his hair.
Suddenly, your back was against a wall as one of his hands slides up to your thigh, and the other one was helping his body pin you up to the wall. You groaned at the sensation of his hot fingertips over your sensitive skin.
You crashed your lips into his with more desperation than before, parting your lips again into a messy kiss that was making you both breathless. The control was thrown outside the window as you grabbed his locks hard and he whimpered in your mouth, making you feel every friction of his body against yours.
Each movement of your lips spilled the emotions you both had buried since the first time you saw each other; it's like everything overflowed tonight, in the secret glances, the brush of your hands, the innocent bumping of knees, and then the teasing from each other.
His lips were insistently pulling you in again; he's kissing you hard, with lust and desire that's been inside of him for too long, more time than you ever imagined. No hesitation as the way his tongue moved against your mouth, your lips. The heat of the moment was intense as your body trembled when his fingertips traveled along the side of your thigh, then up, towards your inner thigh.
Your breath hitched, and you realized what you were doing and that you never had this kind of make-out session with someone in a big public space like a club. This was new, and you didn’t dislike it a bit.
You both turned into something feral and unstoppable the moment your mouths exploded against each other.
“Oscar… here no…” You whispered, almost whimpered against those addictive lips, feeling the tension of his fingers, restraining himself from touching you where you wanted him most.
He breaks the kiss, and he nods, being respectful of your limits, even though you just wanted to undress him right there. You didn’t want him to stop; you wanted him to keep going until both of your lustful souls were satiated. But the intimacy of being able to speak up, being listened to, and the other person stopping because they respect you is better than anything else you could do with him.
“You’re right,... Do you want to go?” He asked, question in his eyes as you swallowed hard at the meaning of it.
He noticed your nervousness as he let you down on the floor, a hand around your waist to stabilize you. Before he said anything else, he grabbed the hem of your dress and pulled it down—your heartache in your chest at the intimate, tender gesture.
You bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to answer him because it scared you how quickly this thing between you two could escalate. Before any other rushing thoughts devoured your mind, he spoke with a soft voice.
“We can go grab something to eat, maybe McDonald's. “ You nodded as he hesitantly took your hand between his and intertwined your fingers. A smug smirk on his face as he pulled you to the exit, he didn’t want you for sex, you could tell immediately as you felt drunk at the sensation of being wanted in all parts of the experience, of being loved entirely.
You were a goner. You wanted him more than you'll ever admit.
The drive to the McDonald's was in complete silence; your hands were trembling, your whole body, to be more specific, and you didn’t know if it was nerves or because the wind was freezing. Oscar passed you a McLaren hoodie he always left in his car.
You feel Oscar's lips over yours still, the way they taste, the feeling of his hands roaming your body, making you feel everything all at once, his brown eyes drunk in you. The way his lips quirk up with shyness, his chest beating too fast against the palm of your hand, those moles and freckles framing his pretty face.
You didn't notice the way silence filled the car, not when Oscar ordered your usual and didn't let you pay, not when he sat next to you and not across, like he always does; you didn't even notice it the moment you started to eat in complete silence.
Anticipation lingered in the air, expectation on both of you. Engolfing you.
“Y/n… Do you regret it?” He asked you with a calm voice, the voice he used when he was unsure of what he was asking or when he didn’t know if he wanted the answer.
You stop sippin' the vanilla milkshake because you couldn't meet his eyes, because the truth is you didnt regret it, not at all. But you were too analytical and, at the same time, heartened for your own good.
You were afraid of the conversation that was going to take place, the feelings that were about to pour out on the table, and the awkwardness of it, the beautiful, intense awkwardness of confessing, and the doubt of how each other was going to handle it in their hearts.
The reality of his job and your career hits you like an imaginary slap.
He travels a lot and you… You're to focus on your degree, and it'll be complicated.
You were thinking Oscar was your future when you weren't sure whether he saw it as just a summer love, even if you wanted him in your life forever.
You needed to embrace the hurt of the conversation that followed and be brave.
“I don't regret it.” Your voice, tinged with total sincerity, as you see the cars passing on the road next to you. You could feel Oscar shifting in his seat; he was nervous. You’ve never seen him like this. You swallowed hard as you tried to speak up…
“Did I do something you don't like…?” He asked, his voice tainted with restricted pain. He didn't want to be vulnerable, not with you being so distant when a few hours ago, you were in his arms, kissing him, as your life depended on it.
“Oscar, no, everything is fine. I… It's just… my thoughts are too loud.” You're explaining, moving your hands, trying to explain to him that it wasn’t him who was keeping you quiet. He exhaled a shaky breath, and you could notice him relaxing a bit.
“May I know why?” You wanted to cry at how soft his voice was, asking you to give him a piece of your mind so he could understand what's going on. Without thinking twice, with a trembling hand, you took his, the one on the table, and squeezed it once.
“I'm in love with you, I think I fell for you the day you started to count me on escapes to the beach, or maybe it was the day you almost made me trip over my own feet, or maybe when you made me feel lighter than I’ve ever been in years. I don't know when it happened, but here I am telling you I'm in love with you.” You blurted, trying not to be too fast because you wouldn't take the vulnerability of repeating it.
You two ended in silence, the moment your tears were about to roll, you met his eyes, and the air caught in your lungs as a trembling smile broke across your face. He was assessing your words; you could almost see the gears moving in his brain, but his eyes were glassy, gleaming with hope and love.
“That's why you're so quiet?” You looked at him with confusion in your expression as his lips gave you a shy grin. He didn’t know what to do with the confession.
You burst into laughter as Oscar's finger intertwined with yours, taking your hand on his lap as you spilled laughter tears over your eyes and his stupid orange hoodie that caught too much attention.
“You're really the man, Oscar. I just confessed my love for you, and that's the first thing you say after that?” You asked, as your voice was teasing a little bit, because you knew he wasn’t rejecting you.
After all, he did feel something, but out of nerves and anxiety, he couldn't speak up or say anything else. You could see it in his eyes, the way his leg hadn't stopped moving the moment he started the conversation, and how he passed a trembling hand through his dirty blond brown hair.
“Y/n…” He mumbled with panic in his eyes, both of his hands were holding yours, like you were about to disappear in front of his eyes. When you pushed yourself closer to him, shoulder to shoulder, he didn’t finish his sentence.
“I'm joking, I know I'm the yapper, and you're the listener.” You whispered timidly at the way Oscar’s eyes were seeing your soul as it sang to him. “It's not only that… but the fact that I don't want to get hurt…”
“You're not getting hurt, because I fell in love with the moment you did that bad joke about your agony, the day you cried on me. I couldn’t hurt you, not now, not in a million years.” He rambled, but he did let the words slip through his lips, and you felt your cheeks burning with the adoration in his voice.“God, since I lay my eyes on you, you had me on my knees if you just asked me. I'm in love with you; you made me want to try to love hard. That's how you affected me. I want to love you so fucking hard and loud. ”
His words settle in your chest, warmth and so full in love that you think if you speak, it might break the tender moment. You wanted to hold it forever in your chest, the way his voice was softer and full of emotion, making you spill some happy tears. At least you know he feels the same way.
You felt seen, like you always do when Oscar is around, but the feeling was more intense.
Your eyes soften as you hold eye contact with him; his cheeks and the tip of his ears were pink from emotion and maybe from the vulnerability of the moment, but his eyes were full; they were bright as the million stars that were on the dark sky, and the smile he was giving you made you melt into your seat. Those bunny teeth you were fixated on.
You rested your head against his shoulder, tilting it enough to see his face and how his jawline was ticking with tension, and how his Adam's apple bobbed. He was still nervous about it; there were more things unspoken.
“What are we gonna do?” Your voice above the whisper, with uncertainty about what to do or how to manage it, because reality is cruel; sometimes, love isn't enough to keep a person together. He exhaled as he was already thinking about something.
“Be together… love each other unconditionally. That's what I want to do.” His voice was steady as one of his arms passed over your shoulders, keeping you closer as he started to play with your hair, a tick of his you were already used to.
That didn't answer the doubt in your head; his Formula 1 break was going to end in one month, and you were about to start the last year of your degree. One month would be easy to be together, but not seeing him more than half the year, trying to put your schedule right, was going to be hard, so fucking hard that you feel your chest start to ache, sensing heartbreak even if you tried not to.
“But, like a summer love, and I don't think I could take it…” You were interrupted mid-sentence when he tilted your head further, his fingertips on your chin as his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes reflective, utterly confused at your words.
It looks like it upsets him that you think you're gonna be only a summer love, someone to be with for a while, not a lifetime. You felt it in your bones, the way he really meant to be together, to be something formal and not a game. This was something more than a fling.
“I don't want it to be a summer love; I want it to be more.“ He clarified as his thumb pressed itself on your lower lip in a caring way, as you felt it tremble as more tears wanted to resurface. You were such a crier when you got emotional, good or bad feelings, you always ended up crying.
“I…” You were speechless at how determined he was; he knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid of showing it to you, what he was offering. Your hand shook against his as he squeezed it three times and eased the lump in your throat.
“If you wanted it to be like that… I understand… really, but I'll always want you for more than a one-time thing or summer love. Because you deserved more, and because I want to be the one to give it to you.” Not in a fucking moment, you thought Oscar could be this romantic and heart-wrenching in the best way possible. He had your heart with him, and he didn't even know it.
“I'm scared that it wouldn't work out… I know I'm going too much into the future, but… you're gonna stay for one more month, and then what? ” He didn't let you finish your rushing thought as you bit your tongue to let him speak up, as a broad smile was on his lips.
“That's why I already bought you an airplane tickets to come with me to some of the races.” He whispered in your ear as you jumped into his arms, surprised. Your jaw dropped as you didn’t see teasing in his eyes. He was being serious.
“You're joking, there's no chance. I have exams… my last…,” he pressed a finger to your lips to stop you from panicking at his impulsive decision. He chuckled, how scared and out of place you looked.
“Y/n, everything is settled. You always speak about your degree, and you mention the exam season as the time when you had the most stress. I left you some weeks before it so you could study here. I spoke with your university to find out exactly when they were. I have everything in place for you to get that degree and, at the same time, to have you join me in some races. At least for the rest of this season.” He explained to you, as you felt the warmth in your chest, how your breath was shaky and how your brain was in shock at this immense gesture he was making. He also wanted you to be in his future; it wasn’t just a momentary thing.
“I must confess, Hattie helped me to do all of this. Also, I'll come when races are off by at least two weeks and when I can. If you don't want to do it or you think it's too much, I'll accept it, and this doesn’t mean we need to go fast... ” You didn’t let him finish as you cupped his face with both of your hands and kissed him tenderly and with adoration and awe seeping into both of you, he relaxed in your hands as he followed the sweetest kiss you've ever had.
You pulled away with an excited smile. You were buzzing completely as he laughed at the way your eyes slightly widened at the thought of having an actual future together, because for some reason, you both agreed silently that it was going to work, you wanted to work, so you were going to try hard to make it happen.
“You're insane, but I love you like that,” You mustered as both of your hands were on your back. He tried to bring you closer to him as you giggled, feeling tickling on your sides.
“Only for you, literally this is all yours.” He exclaimed, with a warm smile and content in his eyes, as you smiled at him and playfully smacked him. You checked as his eyes went to the hoodie, and the way in swallowed you whole.
“How would you say Oscar Piastri is such a romantic?” You whispered against his ear, kissing it lightly as he sighed, relaxed, and both of you were content with teasing and the newfound dynamic.
“Nobody… but for you always.” He said, tickling you completely as you burst laughing, catching attention from a few other tables that were in the middle of the night.
You were the happiest girl in the world.
You were breathing heavily, sweat coating your skin as you shuffled on the covers, nerves creeping in your body as you felt a warm arm above your waist. Oscar's arm. He was sleeping, his hair tousled on the side of the pillow, his expression softer as he moved slightly, tightening his grip on you.
Your eyes opened as you felt a knot in your stomach. You knew Oscar was hiding something, he was too suspicious. You could feel the anxiety radiating from him, but when you mentioned that something was wrong, he ignored it and tried to fake that everything was alright.
But you catch the tremble in his hands, the tension on his jaw, the unease in those brown eyes you adore so much. But his eyes were coated with excitement you couldn’t quite understand, and hope in those stunning pupils.
Three days in his apartment in Monaco, and you feel like you're home, but something wasn’t in place, anticipation killing you as you moved slowly and got out of bed. Getting out of his room, you put yourself on his balcony, seeing the stunning city with your own eyes.
You and Oscar were incredible together; the plan he made for you to see each other whenever you could was working, even though you weren't so hopeful it would, but it did. Some discussions later, serious talks about the future, some mention of fears and insecurities, and here you were.
It wasn’t easy, but Oscar showed you that if you really love someone, no matter the distance, you make it work.
God, he made it work; he put a lot of effort into the relationship, just as you do. It was the long flights, the ruthlessness of the weekends, the late phone calls that tired you, but everything settled the moment you were in his arms; all the effort was worth it if you ended up tangled in the sheets with the man you loved most—the man who sees you and understands you like nobody ever could.
You let yourself relax, seeing the night, the stars, and the moon, as you heard barefoot steps on the floor, and as you turned, you saw Oscar leaning against the entry to the balcony, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He had a hoodie on and one hand in the pocket.
“Couldn't sleep?” He asked you in his raspy, sleepy voice, which made you crazy, as you smiled tightly and nodded as you turned yourself towards the beaming city. Not in a million years could you dream of being in Monaco with the best man you could've ever asked for.
He took some steps towards you and with his free hand, he passed it over your stomach, his chin at the top of your head as you inhaled his chocolate scent, making you relax a little as his arm tensed up.
“I don't know why I'm nervous.” You confess into the night sky as you feel how his fingertips expand all over your stomach until your rib cage, your breath stutters at the sensations. After a year of being together, you still felt the desire, the love growing even more, if that's possible.
“Because you perceive how others feel and you connect with them and.. well…I'm nervous. ” He whispered like a secret in your ear as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. You furrowed your eyebrow, wanted to turn yourself, but he didn't let you; he was pushing you against the railing.
“Why?” You asked above a whisper as you took his hand over your stomach and intertwined your fingers, you felt how your chest tightened as expectation was growing in you.
“I’m terrified but...” He simply said, his voice shaken a little. He took some steps back as you turned to him. Your body trembled as you saw his expression, felt your world turn on its axis, and felt a knot in your stomach, along with the adoration in his eyes.
“Oscar…” you said his name more softly than you intended as he took your hand and took something out of his hoodie pocket. He put a metal cold object in your hand as your eyes were searching for answers in his brown eyes.
“I want you to stay with me here… forever.” He asked tentatively as he took his hand off yours, and you saw a key, a copy key of his apartment. You gasped as you clung to it, as if your life depended on it. “I want to wake up next to you and go to bed at night with you by my side. I don't want a life where we only visit each other. I want a life where we're living together. Would you move in with me?”
Your eyes locked on his as he was assessing your reaction, your breath caught in your throat as tears were about to spill over your cheeks. You were speechless, not a single word forming in your mouth, in dread of messing up this beautiful, bigger step that Oscar was asking you to take, with him, together.
“Well, you know I can't move a lot because of my job, I thought that maybe you wanted to move in here, but if you don't…” You stopped him mid-sentence as you jumped into his arms, as he grabbed you by your thighs, his fingertips digging into your skin in a grounding way.
“Oscar, yes. I'm moving with you.” You blurted out a happy giggle as you cupped his face and kissed him, like this was the end of the world and the only thing worth being with was him.
“You can work here, you know? Or don't, you know, I wouldn't have any problem with that. God, you make me the happiest man alive.” He whispered against your lips as he started to ramble plans he wants to do with you, as your heart was beating so fast you thought it would go running away.
Tears were spilling down your cheeks, stinging his hoodie as you cried, because he knew you too well, and the fact that you knew something was going on with him in these last three days demonstrated the rare connection you two hold.
“Let's see what happens.” You simply said, hiding your face into the crook of his neck, your arms around his neck, holding him tight with a lot of love that you wanted to cry again.
“I wanted to ask you at the end of the week, guess you're too intuitive. The moment I felt you get off the bed, I knew you already were suspicious about something.” He mumbled as he took you inside the apartment, and you chuckled because he was so right about it. He was restless.
“I know you too well, Piastri, you wouldn't stop moving.” You joked as his grip on your thighs tightened, you saw his apartment well, now you're home with him, the life you’re gonna build up.
“And I know you enough that if I waited one more day, you were gonna ask me what's wrong again, and I couldn't take it.” He answered you as he brought you to the bed and hugged you tightly, your legs intertwined, feeling full and content.
“I love you, Oscar, so much. Who would say that your first impression of me would lead to this?” You mumbled, feeling the excitement and fatigue pull you into the realm of dreams.
“Hattie knew, she was the only one who thought it was gonna grow into this.” He whispered in your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist, and the other one around your thigh. In a comfortable way, as you smiled against his chest, feeling lovesick by him. “I love you, Y/n.”
You drifted off to sleep and dreamt of a happy life with Oscar. No matter the complications ahead for you two, you were gonna get over them just to be together.
Because your love was bigger than anything else.
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