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It’s Monaco and i am P3 so why do i feel so bad. The British national anthem plays. I am where I’m supposed to be, there is nothing I could’ve done, but Lando standing on that top slot of the podium makes something in me ignite. It’s not rage no hate something else something I cannot place but also not control. Leclerc at P2 doesn’t even matter but i am impressed that he has pushed the Ferrari to its limits once more. I feel the spray of champagne on my back from Lando, he always targets me we are teammates after all. I retaliate immediately, the grin on his face immediately brings one to my lips as well. Confetti and tiny champagne droplets fall on me and stick to my body face and hair. The celebration only ends as the fizz leaves the bottles and only a still champagne remains in the bottles we’re holding yet the roar of the crowd continues as we all collectively leave the podium.
McLarens motorhome buzzes with energy hope and excitement for another double podium. I stay close to Lando who seems like the life of the party, which he most certainly is. I catch myself smiling at him more than id like to admit, his grin never fades the taste of victory still lingering on his young like the champagne in his hair. I have to will myself to look away because i don’t need more rumours out on the internet. I shouldn’t be staring at him anyway. He certainly doesn’t stare at me, right? When i look at him again he is. His eyes fixed on my face as if he is looking for something, or nothing at all i can’t tell. “Do you want to party with me later?”, he finally speaks snapping my thoughts back to reality. “It is Monaco after all…” He looks uncertain scared almost. Is he scared I’ll say no? Im tempted to say no but the look on my teammates face makes my heart pound just a little faster and makes it impossible to say no. So i nod. Lando looks so happy, as if I’ve just told him that he has won the championship. He tells me the club and a time, all with that boyish grin I wasn’t aware i liked that much.
I almost expect him to ditch. Osc has never been the party type and while i felt bold inviting him all my confidence has since faded. The club is already buzzing but i only hear faint echos of the party inside as I’m still waiting for my teammate to show. Please show. And as if to answer my pleas, Oscar steps in front of me out of the cab he took probably because he wouldn’t drive if he wanted to drink. And wow. Just wow. He looks stunning, the black shirt he’s wearing is just a little too tight around his waist and chest and the fact that he is wearing baggy jeans that seem to hang dangerously low doesn’t help how criminally good he looks. He smiles. “You came.”, i say my voice sounds quite over the noise from the club. “You asked me to”, Osc smiles at me and nods towards the entrance. I nod and follow behind him into the club the loud music engulfs the two of us. The bass drums in my ear as i walk towards the bar with Oscar not far behind. I look at him before turning to the bartender and ordering an Aparol Spritz for myself and a gin tonic for Oscar. I like my drinks sweet but Osc rarely drinks anything besides gin tonic. I dont think I’ve seen him consume any other alcoholic drink. He smiles at me and sits down at the bar next to an empty stool, that i now plant myself on.
Im three drinks in and Osc just finished his first he looks at me with a big smile, I can’t help but smile back. We’re close not just as teammates but now on these stools in this bar also physically, my thigh almost touches his and i can feel the heat radiating off his body. Maybe I’ve had enough to drink. We talked the entire time we were drinking, about everything and nothing, about his we thought the race went, about the other drivers that entered the same club as us, about the fact that we both were so successful in our job and still single. We joke, the alcohol letting lighthearted banter flow even easier than usual. I even slip in a few compliments about his driving and his looks, I’m pretty sure he chalked them up to the alcohol I’ve already consumed. At some point i stand up to go to the toilet but as my legs wobble, Oscar jumps up and walks with me to steady me. His hand rest on the small of my back as we walk through the crowd, it seems to fit there naturally like two puzzle pieces clicking into each other made to be together. In the bathroom i only splash my face with water, trying desperately to clear my head just a little but Oscars hand remains on my back and my thoughts remain on it. “Osc-”, my voice is quiet “You don’t have to hold me anymore” He nods but his hand doesn’t move stays right where he placed it. I look up into the mirror and i see Oscar standing behind me like a bodyguard. “Dont freak out but there is this guy who’s been ghosting around you all night”, his voice is steady but he looks slightly worried and that’s what really worries me. Oscar the calmest person I know is worried. So now I’m worried. It’s a cold shiver that runs down my spine as actual fear creeps up, not because we’re probably being stalked, that is a common occurrence but because Oscar still looks worried. “But that happens all the time”, it’s me who finally says the obvious, we are public figures and it would be stupid to assume we would be left alone for once. “Yeah but he- Honestly i dont have a clue why this guy specifically freaks me out. If you’re fine with staying then lets stay” “I mean yeah i wont let one creep ruin my night”, I say without hesitation, something changes in Oscars face, it doesn’t harden doesn’t soften but he looks like he admires me, or the choice I’ve just made. I almost hope it’s the first one.
I dont know what Lando is thinking but I can’t help but admire his choice, because he doesn’t seem scared at all. We’re back at the bar and he has ordered us another round of drinks, he doesn’t wait to chug his while i can focus on nothing but that weirdo that’s still lurking far too close to my teammate. Lando doesn’t seem to notice him, the guy has a dark hoodie and darker pants that almost hide him against the dark background. But that’s where he remains for a while, the background. I shift my focus back to Lando, who has promptly ordered his fifth drink of the night, not like I’m counting. We talk again but this time he doesn’t seem focused on the conversation at all, all he’s looking at is me. Our legs touch and i feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, what is Lando doing? He must be too drunk to even register any of this, my eyes wander back to his face and my suspicion is confirmed. His eyes are glazed over, a faint blush covers his cheeks and that stupid little grin he always gets when drunk is plastered on his lips. I snap my eyes away from his lips. But as i do I notice that something has changed. One look around the club confirms it, the creepy man is gone, where to i don’t know but hopefully far far away. And if only for a moment i relax, i let my jaw unclench and my shoulders droop.
It truly is only for a moment because not ten minutes later Lando looks panicked. “I think someone slipped something into my drink”, he sounds quiet but urgent and the fact that he is slurring his words only solidifies his point. Fuck. My eyes scan over the room once more and now i see him, that bastard is standing near the exit as if hoping to catch Lando when he leaves. Well Im here to destroy this plan. I grab my teammate around his shoulder and sling one of his arms around my neck. I dont say anything, my first instinct is to leave. I push through the crowd keeping my head low and making sure lando does the same, the media doesn’t need these pictures. We walk or well i drag my teammate to the exit my eyes fixed on the man that i wish i could kill in this very moment. Because the stranger is standing there looking way too smug for someone who’s about to catch my fists with his face. We walk out the club and i call a cab before setting lando down on the curb, i dont want to leave him but that creep needs to see my knuckles up close. Luckily I don’t have to leave Lando because the idiot seems to be looking for trouble, he’s walking straight towards Lando. I see red. My legs seem to move on their own right towards the bastard. My fist meets his jaw and the sharp pain that surges through my knuckles is promptly ignored as my other fist crashes with his skull. My knuckles bruise and the scene only satisfies me. The ashole drops to his knees, weak, i bring my knee up to his nose, a sickening cracking sound comes from it before he drops to the ground. I grab his collar and pull him back up to his knees. “Get your grabby hands out of this fucking club and as far away from me as possible before I break you.”, maybe a bit harsh but the rage is pressing into my chest like a white branding iron, i see blood drip from the mans lip and i drop him back to the floor. With one final kick to the ribs, which gets a groan out of the coward, i turn around to lando who has been watching this whole mess unfold. The cab arrives and i help lando into the backseat before sitting down next to him, he’s almost unconscious at this point and my heart pounds so hard I almost dont hear the cab driver ask for an address and if my friend needs help. I answer with a simple no thanks before telling him my address, I won't let Lando be alone in his state. Landos head falls on my shoulder and all i can do is tense because he is barely conscious and won't even remember this. The cab finally stops and i tip the driver generously telling him to never mention anything from tonight ever again. Then i pull Lando out of the back seat, he can't stand anymore so i carry him. I turn his head so his face is hidden in my shoulder, no need to make this a big scene and put on a cap pulling it low over my face before walking in and straight up to the elevator.
Finally in my apartment I lay lando into my bed, he almost looks peaceful, i can't help but look for just a little longer. When i finally manage to pull my eyes away i have to take a deep breath to gather my thoughts. I walk to the kitchen, and make two glasses of water one for me now and one for Lando when he regains consciousness. I suddenly feel all the fear that i've been hiding behind anger rush through me. Lando unconscious in my bed because some idiot drugged him. Tears well up with the panic, i don't know why but i slump down onto my kitchen floor burring my head in my hands and just cry
I wake up dazed, i'm laying in a bed that isn't mine wrapped in sheets that aren't mine, but they smell familiar. Oscar. This is Oscars bed, Oscars sheets, his apartment. Oscar. Why am i here and why isn't he here? It hits me like a truck the stranger the spiked drink and- Oscar that beat the shit out of the creep. I look around the room my head doesn't want to lift, still sore from everything. It looks exactly like i imagined it. Not that i think about Oscars room a lot. It’s clean and simple, a deep green coats the walls but the ceiling is still white it's calming. I manage to get up, it's a struggle but i want to find Osc i can't believe that he would leave me. My legs shake as i walk towards the door, my knees protest but the quiet sobbing i hear as the door opens makes me forget all my problems. I can't run but i walk quickly towards the sound. Oscar. Oscar leaning against his fridge, knees pulled to his chest, his hands in his hair and quiet sobs falling from his lips. "Osc?" He looks up his eyes meeting mine as i slowly crouch down to him "are you-" He grabs my shoulder and pulls me down. I gasp hard as he wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck and his breath causes my brain to freeze. I melt into the hug Oscars sobs become quieter by the second and his hand hold onto my shirt as if it's his lifeline. "You're fine you're alright oh my goodness", he whispers softly into my neck. My heart skips a beat and i nod i nod so much my neck hurts. I feel warm tears slip down my cheeks, I don't even know why i'm crying but i feel oscar pull back and my tears grow more intense i don't want him to let me go i want to be held but his hands move from my back to my face. He cups my face and stares at me like he's not convinced i am real. "I'm okay", I whisper to Oscar and his face softens, i watch him as his eyes flicker down to my lip. I must be imagining it because Oscar wouldn't look at my lips. But there it is again the look down from my eyes and then he seems to come closer. Just a little but enough for my heart to pick up, enough for my breathing to stop. Suddenly he pushes me off his eyes full of hurt his voice trembles as he looks for the words "I'm sorry i shouldn't I-", Osc looks panicked but i feel better. I feel so much better and yet i don't lean back in I just smile and let Oscar pull me up with him.
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