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Dec 24, 2025

Words Unsaid ✨ Chapter Ten

Oscar Piastri x Amalie Leclerc (ofc)

Summary- For as long as she could remember Amalie Leclerc’s life had been characterized by a steady quiet. The list of people she could speak to was small, one she wasn't brave enough to add any names to. Until the universe added one for her, or better yet sent Oscar Piastri crashing into her life. Teaching her that love can be quiet and calm, that two introverts can find home in each other.

Warnings- fmc with selective mutism, mentions of anxiety, metnions of deceased parent, tooth rotting fluff, sibling chaos. two introverts absolutely obsessed with each other.

Notes- I can't believe we are already at the second to last chapter of this book, I'm going to miss my babies so much. Wishing a very happy holidays to everyone and as always don't be shy and share all your thought on the chapter with me!💕

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Amalie had never given much thought to the existence of cell phones. For her they were simply a tool that had existed her entire life. But if she tapped into the hyper-focused tunnel vision she reserved for overthinking every scenario of her life, Amalie could view them differently.

Cell phones allowed people to transcend space and time, to connect in ways that had previously been impossible. But most of all they allowed her to communicate, giving a voice to people who couldn't use their own.

The thought vibrated along the walls of the Leclerc girl’s mind as she stared at the screen of her own phone.

Watching.

Waiting.

Not for Oscar’s reply, no. That had come only seconds after she’d sent that initial message from her brother’s car only ten minutes before.

Charles had dropped her in front of her building and despite her older brother’s many requests to walk her inside and make sure she made it safely inside the walls of her oasis Amalie refused.

The only thing on her mind after sending that message was Oscar.

The thought of her boy was so violently overpowering that any fears of walking the shadowed walls of her apartment building alone evaporated into a puff of smoke.

The sturdy, cinnamon sugar dusted walls of her kitchen stood in solidarity with Amalie as she waited for that decisive buzz signaling Oscar’s arrival.

Her apartment was cloaked in darkness except for the tiny wash of light seeping in through the entry way. The girl hadn’t had the mental space to flip any more switches. She didn’t even have the capacity to anxiously pace the expanse of her kitchen.

Instead she just stood in silence, staring at the glowing screen of her phone, attempting to wrap her head around what great deed she’d performed in a past life to make her deserving of someone as caring and patient as the boy speeding through the streets of Monaco to her.

Amalie

I know it's late and you're probably already in bed but could you possibly come over?

There's something I really need to tell you and I’m afraid that if I wait I’ll lose my bravery.

Oscar

I’m on my way baby

But can you at least tell me if you're okay?

Did everything go well with your family tonight?

Amalie

I’m okay Osc I promise

Everything went great with my family, it just made me realize that I need to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind.

Oscar

I’m getting in the car now, hold tight

And Amalie, your always brave even when you don’t feel like it

He hadn't piled her with questions beyond making sure she was okay. He hadn’t asked why she'd summoned him at nearly eleven o'clock at night. Hadn't argued that it was too late, that they could talk in the morning. Instead the papaya boy was in his car before Amalie had the chance to step into her apartment.

However, despite his speed the girl still felt like she’d waited lifetimes for him to arrive.

She had sat with her fears alone for so long and now that she’d gained a sudden adrenaline rush, her bones itched to share their weight with someone she cared about.

The girl didn't want to wait a moment longer. Amalie knew it wouldn't be easy, not when communicating was hard enough for her, adding her deepest ugly fears on top of that set her up for quite the mountain to climb. But Oscar made climbing that mountain feel worth it.

There in the near darkness of her kitchen, face illuminated by the glowing blue light of her phone, the Leclerc girl realized how far she had come.

If she’d overcome countless fears and barriers beside Oscar then she could survive one last push . Amalie could give the boy one last part of her, because if facing that last petrifying fear meant Oscar having her fully, she supposed it was worth it.

Just as Amalie was about to reach her boiling point, that slippery mark where bravery fizzled into anxiety and her newfound clarity began to slip back into the background, she heard it. That gentle but commanding buzz vibrating through her walls.

The sound didn't startle her, it only announced that she was no longer alone.

The Leclerc girl moved to the front door on legs that were not her own, sparing a soft pet to a zen Luna dozing on the back of her couch before clutching the door knob in a surprisingly steady hand.

This was it, there was no going back after what she was about to do. After she opened up that last door there was no going back, Oscar would be in, he would see it all.

Good thing I never want him to leave, was the last thought in Amalie’s mind as she turned the knob, and removed the final physical barrier between them.

The brunette knew what to expect on the other side of her door, she’d spent enough time around the papaya boy throughout the passing months to memorize the lines of his face and the way they moved when he smiled. She knew the way his unruly brown hair sat at different times of the day. How it was ruffled in the morning but tame and fluffy by noon.

Amalie thought she would get used to seeing Oscar, but as she opened the door to find him in all his bed head and late night glory she was proven helplessly wrong.

His eyes met hers like long lost magnets allowed to connect at last. They were the same sleepy brown she expected, with the same golden flecks she’d sworn loyalty to. But his beauty still hit her as hard as their collision that first day in the Monaco paddock.

At that moment Amalie knew she’d never grow used to him and she never wanted to. The girl didn't want a day to come where she didn't pinch herself that he was real, that they were real.

“Hey.” That one single word drew her attention from Oscar’s eyes down to his lips.

“Hey.” She replied, any semblance of a plan vanished from her mind.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart.” Oscar’s voice was impossibly soft as he advanced toward her with careful steps, as if she was a small forest animal he didn't want to spook.

His hand rose as he neared her. A gentle hand caressed her cheek, its heat reaching deep beneath the surface of her skin and straight into her soul.

A soft exhale exited her lips as his forehead met her own. Amalie hadn’t even realized the boy had been slowly moving their heads to touch. She was far too busy breathing him in to notice, until the contact was all she knew.

“It’s late, I’m sorry.” Her whispered words didn’t have long to travel in their close proximity.

“Nonsense. You asked and I’m here now baby. So let's talk.” He was so sure, so patient, so soft that Amalie wasn't quite sure why she ever feared letting him in.

The girl nodded, allowing Oscar to guide her further inside with a steady hand at her back. Once she was situated on the couch Oscar didn't stop there. Instead the boy moved around the living room with a precision that could only come from love and knowing.

Before the Leclerc girl had a moment to question the boy, her favorite blanket was draped over her shoulders and Luna was gently plucked from her spot on the couch and delivered onto her lap.

“Do you need anything else?” Oscar asked, settling in beside Amalie. Giving a slightly startled but quickly settling Luna a soft pet as if to say I’m sorry for disrupting your nap but your owner needs you.

“Um-I-no I’m okay.” Amalie stuttered, fiddling with the ends of the feline's fur in an attempt to compute when exactly Oscar memorized her favorite comforts with a precision that rivaled a Formula One race engineer.

The boy pulled her in further, placing her legs safely in his lap, tangling a warm hand with her overtop Luna. “Whenever you're ready baby.”

A shaky breath rattled through Amalie’s lungs. Then with unsure hands she grabbed the handle of that last locked door she kept Oscar away from and unlocked it.

“I almost told you earlier, in your apartment. Truthfully it's been on my mind for far too long. I know it's stupid but I’m still scared-”

Oscar met her anxious preamble with a soft smile and a loving squeeze to her blanket clad calf.

“That's okay Amalie, you can tell me now.”

And she did, she finally did.

“I’m scared that because I’m me I’m going to hold you back. I can’t be the perfect girlfriend your team wants me to be, I can’t be the flashy shiny object that struts in the paddock and makes small talk with your engineers. I don’t even know if I can be there to support you at all. I’m not the girl the world thinks you belong with, and I’m scared it will hurt your career.”

Amalie hadn't taken notice to the single tear running its course down her cheek until the boy beside her wiped it with the soft pad of his thumb in a single stroke.

Her gaze was cast down to her lap, hands fiddling with the ends of Luna’s fluffy coat, an action that earned her a symphony of purrs from the feline.

It wasn't that she was ashamed of her fears. But this was the first time she and Oscar sat down to have a true conversation about the slippery detail that made her different.

“Amalie.” The single word marking her name fell from Oscar’s lips like a tender prayer. “Look at me baby.”

An impossibly soft hand rose to cup her chin, slowly guiding her gaze back into his orbit. The boy’s eyes were soft in a way that made Amalie almost think he was hurt by hard on herself she was.

“You could never hold me back. You make me better by being you and I don’t care if you can’t make small talk with my engineers, they're pretty annoying anyways.” Oscar added with a small laugh that made the corners of Amalie’s lips rise involuntarily.

“I choose you Amalie, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I choose you because I love you for you. I love you in all you quiet, pink loving, cursed doll crocheting glory, end of story.”

The Leclerc girl had been so distracted by the glowing flecks in his eyes that she’d nearly missed those three words, nearly glossed over those eight letters that changed everything.

I love you.

She paused, every ounce of self doubt in her bones fell away.

“You-you what?” Amalie stuttered, momentarily thinking she’d missheard the boy. That he couldn't have possibly said what she thought he did. She had to be dreaming, that was the only possible explanation.

The boy’s answer didn't come instantly. Instead he took a moment to gaze into her eyes with a wide smile painting his face that Amalie could only describe as that of a lovesick puppy. His hand moved to glaze over the side of her head, smoothing over the silky brunette locks residing there.

“I love you Amalie Leclerc, and I’m tired of denying it. From that first moment we collided on the streets of Monaco I knew you were special and you’ve spent every day since then proving why I don’t ever want to live without you.”

All she could was lean into his touch and the steady warmth he provided. Her mouth opened to say something, to say anything. To say I love you too, I am hopelessly in love with you Oscar Piastri. Only shock sealed her voice box shut.

In the past it would have upset Amalie to know she couldn't speak her thoughts when she needed to, but not with Oscar.

She knew that he could read them off her face, he knew what she was saying without having to use her voice.

“I know baby, trust me I know. You can take your time.” He pulled her closer, enveloping the girl in his homey embrace. “You let me handle the team okay, we’ll keep this close. Just us and the people we care about will know for now, and if the time comes when you feel ready to take on the McLaren garage you won’t be alone. You can bring Mallory, your mom, or anyone who will make you feel safe, okay?”

Amalie nodded into the crook of his vanilla scented neck as Luna took that moment to take her leave, sensing that her extra comfort was no longer needed.

His touch ignited her skin like he was made for her. Like they were two halves of a whole who had spent their entire lives incomplete only to finally come together once more.

"Was this what caused your episode?" The boy's words came out mumbled into her hair.

That one question caused a sigh of relief to dislodge itself from deep within her shoulders. She didn't have to speak to confirm his question, all it took was a small nod into the crook of Oscar's neck and all was said and done.

He now knew everything, and he wasn’t running. Instead he leaned further into her than ever.

"You don't have to worry about what anyone thinks of you, okay? Let me protect you from that from now on."

His lips traced a wayward trail across her face. Starting on her forehead, traveling down her temples, across her nose and cheeks until finally meeting their soft mark on her lips. And when he did Amalie didn't let him go.

Hands tangling in the back of his hair, she held him against her, lips melding, tongues tangling. Amalie didn't know what heaven felt like, but she knew that if it didn't feel like her, Oscar and home, she didn’t want it.

His hands never left her, they moved from her jaw, to the small of her back, to the curve of her spine, but his warmth never abandoned her, and Amalie never wanted it to.

It was only after she was properly breathless that Amalie found her voice. It wasn't commanding or loud. It didn’t vibrate the very walls of her apartment or stretch into a grand declaration. It was a quiet whisper through the night, one with only enough strength to form five shaky words, but it was enough.

“I love you Oscar Piastri.”

___

“Shit.” Amalie cursed, half her body residing inside the fridge, desperately searching for the carton of oat milk she could have sworn was just there.

“What's wrong?” Oscar turned from his pancake flipping post to mind her small outburst.

Upon returning from their morning sunrise escapades the couple seamlessly fell into what could only be described as a domestic morning routine. One marked by tasks that were divided like second nature, a perfectly choreographed routine they never had to plan.

The air had a domestic glow to it in the aftermath of her confession the night before and those soft three words they shared. But knowing they loved each other didn't make their routine work, instead it worked because they loved each other.

The balance was simple. Oscar fed an eager Luna while Amalie whipped up her famous chocolate chip pancake batter. Without coordination the Leclerc girl had handed off the task of cooking the pancakes to the Aussie while she moved on to making their coffee. More importantly making the famous oat milk latte she went to bed dreaming about.

Only their domestic bliss came to a screeching halt as the girl became acutely aware of one prickly detail. A thorn in her side she couldn't escape.

She was out of oat milk.

“I swear I had another one in here somewhere.” Amalie helplessly rummaged around in her fridge. Praying that if she moved the same takeaway container out and back again her desired carton of oat milk would magically appear behind it.

Unfortunately her efforts were met with no success as the girl finally surrendered to her oat milkless fate.

“Baby, you have actual milk right here just use that.” Oscar casually gestured to the carton of cow’s milk sitting unassumingly on the counter. Still out from when she’d used it to form the pancake batter.

Amalie paused before turning away from the fridge to fully face the Aussie who was not yet aware of the sheer crime he just suggested she commit.

Real milk? In her sacred morning latte?

Absolutely unthinkable.

The carton of milk her boyfriend had suggested she cheat on her one true love with was reserved for baking, for simple tasks that the girl didn’t wish to waste her precious oat milk on.

It had its purposes, but it belonged nowhere near her coffee.

Oscar, still seemingly unaware of the betrayal he’d committed, moved on to adding the last few pancakes onto their towering mountain of mouthwatering goodness when he finally seemed to process her stunned silence.

Amalie stood frozen, jaw half unhinged. Maybe it was an overreaction on her part, or maybe her coffee habits were as necessary as breathing.

“Um baby? Why are you staring at me like I suggested you go milk a cow yourself?” The boy turned his body to fully face hers and if the brunette wasn't so zeroed in on the issue of her prized drink she would have taken far longer than appropriate to trace the hard lines of muscles peaking out from his worn McLaren t-shirt as Oscar leaded against the stove with mouth watering grace.

“You might as well have.” Amalie threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Baby, lattes need milk. Is that not milk right there?” The Aussie gestured toward the criminal carton still innocently observing her meltdown.

“That-” she pointed toward the carton with disgust. “Is reserved for baking and belongs nowhere near my coffee. Oat milk lattes are my one true love Osc, don’t you know this?”

“I’m a little offended but yes, yes I do.” The driver smiled, moving towards the worked up girl and with gentle grace placed a grounding hands on either side of her face, urging her to breathe and take a moment away from the milk induced drama they seemed to have stumbled into.

“Will it not work for one morning?” The Aussie asked in a tone Amalie knew held full seriousness. He wasn't mocking her, or judging her for her intense feelings on milk choices.

The girl shook her head slowly.

“Okay let's do this. I’m going to run to the shop to get Little Miss Coffee connoisseur her favorite oat milk and you will finish up with our breakfast.” Oscar suggested seamlessly, much to a caffeine deprived Amalie’s delight.

“Deal.” She gazed up at him with a wide smile he returned ten fold.

“And I solemnly swear I will never suggest you put cow’s milk in your coffee ever again.”

“Good, I almost thought I was going to have to break up with you for a second.”

“You? Break up with me? Never, you love me and my awkward charm far too much for that.” Oscar flashed her that award winning smile before placing a parting kiss to the crown of the Leclerc girl's head, grabbing his wallet, and giving a pleased Luna a gentle pat before exiting the apartment like a man on a mission.

It was only after she heard the soft click of the door shutting that Amalie allowed a light giggle to escape her lips.

“Yes I do Oscar Piastri, yes I do.”

___

The store of Oscar’s choosing was a quiet establishment tucked between the streets of Monaco like a secret hiding in plain sight. It wasn't the kind of place tourists paid any mind to.

Instead it was a place for locals to turn to when they ran out of flour while making a birthday cake, or when they had a violent craving for handcrafted cheese and stellar wine, or in Oscar’s case for when your oat milk latte obsessed girlfriend depleted her stores and required more.

It was the kind of place that didn’t ask questions. Oscar didn't have to worry about who he was there or if his mission would get crashed by nosey tourists.

He could get in and out without any hiccups.

Or so he thought.

The Aussie had nearly made it out alive with three cartons of oat milk and a fresh bouquet of pastel pink flowers.

The boy had already gotten Amalie flowers for her living room, kitchen, and bedside table but he was sure she could find enough room for one more bright bundle.

All Oscar had to do was round the corner to the resister and he would be back en route to Amalie. Only, his mission came to a sudden halt when he nearly collided with something.

It took a moment of assessment for Oscar to realize that the object of his near collision was not a something, but instead a someone.

God help me. The boy internally groaned as he assessed the figure before him. It seemed the Aussie had a thing for crashing into members of the Leclerc family and he’d nearly crossed another name off of that list because there, standing in front of him in the early morning glow of the small market was none other than Charles Leclerc.

Seemingly realizing who he’d nearly collided with, the Ferreri driver paused.

It wasn't that Oscar didn't want to see Amalie’s older brother. In fact he’d just seen him the day prior during his surprise padel ambush.

But seeing him there was different because now he knew. Charles knew about him and Amalie and while the girl insisted that he took the news well, Oscar still had reservations on how the boy would truly feel about Oscar.

The Aussie knew he would have to face his fellow driver eventually with the Las Vegas Grand Prix only a handful of days away, but he would have been grateful for the few extra days to mentally prepare. However it seemed the universe did not care for his mental preparation and plopped the driver straight into his lap on that fine morning.

“Uh-hi?” Oscar instantly wanted to kick himself for how stupid he sounded as the unsure greeting left his lips.

“Hey” Charles breathed as if he too was attempting to figure out how to navigate their awkward encounter. “Are those for Amalie? I only know one person who goes through oat milk that fast.” The Monagesque gestured to the small army of oat milk cartons in Oscar’s cart.

“Uh yeah, we had a bit of a coffee emergency this morning. Apparently I committed a war crime by suggesting she use regular milk instead.” The tension in the Aussie’s shoulders loosened as Charles lightly laughed at his words.

Okay good, he’s laughing, that's a good sign right? Usually you didn't laugh at someone’s jokes when you not so secretly wanted them dead so that had to be a good sign, right?

“Ah, rookie mistake. Don’t worry, once Lorenzo tried to make coffee for her with regular milk thinking she wouldn't notice and let's just say he is no longer allowed to breathe in the general direction of her coffee.” Charles revealed with a relaxed smile.

Good, he wasn't angry at Oscar. However the boy still felt the need to address the elephant in the room. To prove to him that his intentions were pure.

“Look-I-uh-I don’t want you to feel like I lied to you or like I was hiding Amalie. I was just trying to give her space and time and-”

The boy wasn’t granted time to continue his panicked ramble as the Ferrari driver stepped in with calm grace.

“Oscar, no one blames you. You did the right thing for Amalie and that's all I could have asked for. Was it a bit of a shock? Yes. But you're good for her, really good for her.” Charles took a slow step forward, not to intimidate just to reserve his next words for their ears only. “You know better than most how it feels to have younger sisters, to want to protect them but I see a confidence in her that didn't used to be there, one she got from you. I’ll always be an obnoxious older brother to her but that doesn't mean I don’t trust you with her, because I do Oscar, just don’t waste it.”

“I don't intend on ever wasting a drop of her trust.” Oscar breathlessly admitted.

“Good. Then I’ll let you get back to her, she’s not very patient when it comes to her daily coffee fix.” Charles spoke in a relaxed tone the Aussie had never seen before. It was almost like it was a manner reserved for comfort and family, like he was seeing a side of Charles that was only reserved for a select few.

“Oh don’t I know it.” Oscar laughed, pivoting to move beyond his fellow driver to finally complete his mission and return to his girlfriend.

“Oh- and Oscar.” The familiar Monegasque drawl pulled the boy back. “Sometime when the season is over you should come over for dinner, that way we can welcome you into the family properly.”

It was a sincere invite, one void of tension.

“I’d like that.” The boy nodded before rounding the corner, checking out and leaving with more than just oat milk and flowers but the kind of bone deep approval that only came from an older brother’s love.

___

The first picture came quietly only an hour after Oscar had departed from her. The boy was off to conquer the last two races of his F1 rookie season before they would be granted a long winter together with no race interruptions.

The simple notification lighting up her phone momentarily drew Amalie’s focus away from the screen of her laptop that was glowing with endless blog post ideas.

The girl expected to be greeted by a soft made it to the plane, I love you text. Just a little proof of life before he disappeared into the awaiting race weekend.

Only, that wasn't quite what she saw when she gazed into the glowing light of her phone.

The girl did a double take as she assessed the message, more specifically the image attached to it. The picture was simple in theory, however the main focus of the photo made her previous thoughts fall short.

There, staring back at Amalie was a photo of the same fluffy, purple stuffed unicorn that had resided on her bed only hours ago. The same one that Oscar loved to imitate the voice of whenever he removed it from her bed on the nights he slept over.

However, it appeared that her furry friend was no longer tucked safely into bed, no. The soft, smiley unicorn was seated to perfection on Oscar’s plane. Its bright smile shining into the camera like a child who was being taken on a field trip.

Amalie wasn't angry about the supposed kidnapping of one of her prized stuffed animals, how could she be when Oscar’s text was dripping with love and honey?

Oscar

I can’t take you along with me so I figured I could try the next best thing

I can show you his adventures so that maybe one day you can see that its not so scary

Amalie

Only you can make kidnapping one of my prized possessions cute

Oscar

I live to serve

Taking off soon but I love you and prepare to see Unicorn’s many adventures

I love you

Amalie

I love you Oscar

True to his words Oscar filled her in on every one of her furry friend’s adventures. Her current collection of photos included the unicorn on the Las Vegas strip, cuddled up in Oscar’s hotel room, dressed impeccably in an oversized McLaren cap in the hospitality, and even a blurry photo of him getting unceremoniously snatched by Lando.

They were little reminders that she was loved, that Oscar was alive and still thinking of her across the world. Reminders that she cherished more than she ever thought possible.

___

“I thought you quit crocheting things for Oscar? You know, after the last uh-incident?” Mallory awkwardly gestured to the “cursed” Oscar doll which had been dragged into Luna’s bed where the feline was currently using it as a pillow before turning back to Amalie and her next project.

“That was a one time coincidence, plus this isn't even of Oscar himself.”

“Amalie, you’re making a koala in papaya team kit. Thats more Oscar than the cursed one.” Mallory laughed, taking a break from her own crafting project to take a sip of wine from their dwindling stores.

A chilly November evening after a long day spent writing and reading in solitude called for a few select luxuries. Those being Mallory, wine, an overwhelming amount of baked goods, and a mandatory craft and gossip night.

The tv played an old rom com on low volume but the movie wasn't the focus of the night. The girls were far too hyped up on sugar, wine, and each other to simply sit quietly.

“But he’s so cute. How could this possibly curse anyone?” The Leclerc girl held the nearly complete McLaren kitted out koala up to her face, leaning to give her masterpiece a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Okay stop, you're going to make me throw up.” Her friend fake gagged, an action that earned her a ball of yarn to the head. “Okay, okay it’s cute just stop attacking me.”

“That's what I thought. It's going to be his Christmas present. I know it's not much but he loves when I crochet him things and he lost the custody battle with Luna for the other one so…” The girl lightly gestured toward Luna’s bed in the corner of the living room where her paw tightened ever so slightly around crochet Oscar as if the cat was afraid he would get snatched out from under her.

“Amalie, it's the perfect gift.” Mallory flashed her a genuine smile, before going in for more. “So I take it you two are seriously serious now?”

The girl smiled to herself as she completed another loop of the stuffed creature. She had yet to give her childhood best friend the whole recap on her and Oscar.

She knew the basics, that Amalie had visited his place and told the rest of her family about him. But she wasn't in on the shining little details.

Mallory didn't know about the treasured eight letters they had shared or that she’d finally spilled her deepest fears to him. But based on the eager way her friend was rocking in her seat the Leclerc girl knew Mallory had questions.

“I know you have more you want to ask.” Amalie teased. “So go for it.”

Mallory just smiled, shaking her head. “Judging by the fact that you’re not usually this forthcoming, I’m guessing you told him?”

“Yeah, yeah I did.” As the words were released into the air around them Amalie felt free, she felt lighter knowing that Oscar knew her inside out. That they no longer held secrets from each other. “I chickened out the first time but Charles convinced me to try again after dinner. So Oscar came all the way over to mine at eleven o'clock at night.” Amalie smiled at the reminder of how quickly the boy had dropped everything to get to her.

“Wow, what a lovesick loser.”

“Hey” Amallie launched yet another ball of yarn at the girl. “That is my lovesick loser you're talking about.”

“I know, I know and we love him for it. Anyways, the talk itself, it went well?”

Mallory directed the conversation back to the details the Leclerc girl knew her friend had been scrounging around for from the minute she entered the cozy apartment.

Amalie set her project down, knowing that every last ounce of her attention was required for that last big detail she was about to reveal to the person who knew her best.

“Yeah, he reassured me about everything. Told me I’d never hold him back, that I’m his top priority and he doesn't care if I’m not able to support him in person all the time. He said he’d take care of the team, that it wasn't my burden to carry.” As the Leclerc girl’s sentence came to a close she moved to take another sip of wine, needing another small drop of liquid courage to continue their conversation.

“Amalie, that's amazing, see? Everything worked out just fine because Oscar’s great for you, I know a green flag man when I see one because trust me I’ve seen a lot of red flag men.”

“That I can attest to.” Amalie raised her glass with a grin.

“But why do I sense that there's a small detail you're leaving out?” Mallory pried because of course she did. Of course her best friend of nearly fifteen years could read between her lines and know she was withholding one last piece of information.

That small piece was perhaps the most important part of that pivotal interaction.

Those defining three words, the ones she had taken far too much pleasure in using the past few days.

I love you.

Those eight letters had quickly become a staple in saying hello, goodbye, goodmorning, and signing off from phone calls and text messages.

It wasn't that she was hiding that last detail from her friend but saying that not so small detail out loud to the person who knew her best would mark Oscar as a permanent fixture in her life.

Only, as she sat in the comfort of her home, living a life she was overjoyed to live, Amalie felt ready.

“He told me he loved me.” The girl’s words were soft, nearly a whisper.

Mallory paused.

There were very few things that could catch her best friend off guard, there was a very short list of things with the power to render the bubbly girl speechless, but at that moment Amalie knew that list just got one item longer.

“What-what did you say back?” Mallory choked on her own words when she finally found them.

“I told him I loved him, because I do.” Amalie admitted like it was the simplest thing in the world, because it was. Quietly and slowly like a monster creeping up behind her, her love for Oscar had soaked into every corner of her life.

Given Mallory’s track record for chaotic reactions to anything romance related, Amalie wasn't quite sure why she expected her response to the girl’s reveal of that pivotal admission to be anything less than frantic.

However the explosion of emotions that followed the Leclerc girl’s news startled the peace of the room so much that even Luna lifted her head from its cozy resting place on crochet Oscar.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

One second Mallory was rocketing off her seat on the couch and the next she was half way to the kitchen in what could only be described as a supper sprint of excitement.

Amalie could only laugh in adoration at the sight of her one and only best friend jumping up and down in a flurry of energy. Her downstairs neighbors were probably only minutes away from marching up there themselves and demanding they keep it down but Amalie didn't care, not in that moment.

So instead she met a squealing Mallory in her kitchen and joined the girl in her chaos.

Amalie never got many moments to make her friends and family violently ecstatic about her life. Sure she had her accomplishments and led a life she loved, one she was endlessly proud of.

But seeing Mallory so overjoyed about a moment that wasn't even hers affirmed everything Amalie needed to know, that she was right where she belonged and the girl never wanted to be anywhere else.

___

Free practice days held many obligations, ones that weren't limited to driving the car and attending countless media responsibilities. There were many things demanded of Oscar beyond the obvious, however his current predicament was not one of those.

The idea came to the heart eyed Aussie just moments before he walked out of Amalie’s door and left her for the last two races of the season.

His idea was simple: commit mild stuffed animal kidnapping in the name of romance and fun.

It was a crime he didn't regret, not even a little. Not only because he liked sending the Leclerc girl little messages with pictures of her furry friend but because he liked carrying around a little piece of her. And god help him if anyone ever found out that he’d taken a liking to sleeping with the soft unicorn beside him in bed.

“Wow you are so helplessly gone.”

Oscar’s current mission of taking a picture of his new furry friend peeking out from inside his crash helmet was very rudely interrupted by his teammate barging into his driver's room.

“Lando, if you're only here to bully me for loving my girlfriend then you can leave.” The boy was far too focused on snapping the perfect photo and sending it to Amalie to care about his teammate’s judgment.

“No, no I find this all-” the Brit haphazardly gestured to the scene in front of him “very endearing.”

The Aussie sighed in amusement as he removed the stuffed unicorn from his helmet and placed him in his seat of honor on the driver's massage table.

“So I’m guessing stealing her stuffed animal to give it a grand tour of Vegas means things are going well?” Lando leaned up against the doorframe, a tell tale sign that he wasn't planning on leaving Oscar alone anytime soon.

“Yeah-yeah they are and actually-” Oscar paused for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of telling his blabber mouthed teammate what was coming next before ultimately surrendering. “I’m going to start telling the team about us this weekend."

The admission seemed to instantly lock into place within Lando’s mind as his teammate bounced off his place at the doorframe before stepping further inside the room and pulling the door shut behind him.

“Are you sure?” Lando asked, all earlier playfulness gone from his expression.

“Yeah” the Aussie affirmed. “It’s the best way to move forward and the best way for me to protect Amalie from the chaos. All of this is easier if they know, plus I’m done hiding her for the most important part of my life.”

After Amalie fully opened up to Oscar he knew there was only one way to reassure the girl fully and that was to reveal their relationship to the team. The driver didn't want them to find out through media leaks or any of Lando’s accidental blabber mouth moments, he wanted to control the narrative, that was the best way to protect Amalie.

“Okay then. So how are you going to do it?”

“I’m going to start with Mark. He’s the easiest and then he can take it to the team and once they know the job is done, nothing else needs to be said about it.”

The plan was simple, he just needed the team to be aware. No media strategies, no soft launch, they simply needed to know about Amalie so that when she progressed to visiting him in the paddock the team knew how to move forward.

“Well you seem to have a plan. Are you going to do it at the end of the season.” The Brit continued on with his seemingly endless list of questions.

“No” Oscar’s reply was simple, because he wasn't going to wait, no. It had been his plan all along to act right away. He wasn't waiting until the end of the season, he was telling Mark today. “I was actually just about to go meet Mark.”

Lando paused once more. “Wait, wait, wait. Like now, now?”

“Yes.” Oscar replied slowly, trying to figure out what other now his teammate could possibly be getting confused by. “I was about to leave when someone interrupted me.”

“Hold on.” Lando blocked the doorway to the Aussie driver room just as he was about to leave. “Why are you so casual about this?”

In truth Oscar was in fact very not casual about what he was about to do.

He might not care about what anyone had to say about his relationship and he might not listen to any scrutiny that could possibly come from the team finding out about him dating another driver’s sister, but that didn't mean they would react well.

“I’m not, that's why I’m staring with Mark. He’ll be surprised but he’ll come around quickly.” At least that's what the driver had been telling himself.

“Okay, good luck mate.” Lando stepped to the side, granting Oscar permission to exit his own room.

“Thanks mate, I might need it.”

___

Out of all the young drivers Mark Webber could have wound up managing he got lucky with Oscar Piastri.

Oscar who never complained, who never caused international incidents, who despite the whole Alpine drama had gotten through to Formula One with his reputation relatively unscathed.

The promising Aussie had made Mark’s job easy. All the older Aussie had to do was simply guide, sit back and relax.

Or so he thought.

It wasn't uncommon for Oscar to meet up with Mark during raceweekends, in fact it was quite normal. It wasn't the fact that his driver had requested they meet in a tucked away corner of the McLaren hospitality ahead of free practice that triggered alarm bells in Mark's mind.

That honor belonged to the fact that when Mark arrived at the secluded location of the young Aussie’s choosing he was already there, patiently waiting with two cups of cooling tea in front of him.

Oscar doesn't even drink tea. Mark’s initial thoughts echoed through the ringing walls of his mind as he timidly approached the table.

In all the years Mark had worked with Oscar he was barely on time to their meetings, let alone early. The former driver didn’t need to attempt to count the times Oscar had arrived at anything before him on his fingers because he didn't need to raise a single one, not until he entered that quiet corner to find the boy already waiting.

“Whats going on?” Mark nearly demanded before even considering taking a seat.

Something was off, really off.

“What do you mean?” Oscar asked, voice unmistakingly shaky.

Okay, now something was really off.

“You are early. You're never early, unless you're nervous.” Mark concluded, finally taking his seat across from the driver he knew like the back of his own hand.

“Okay fine-” the younger Aussie sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Theres something I need to tell you, but before I do I need you to promise me two things. That you won’t jump to conclusions and you will let me explain everything before speaking.”

Mark simply nodded his head, a simple downturn of his chin telling the boy to continue even though he was certain their conversation was heading into rocky, unknown territory.

“I’ve been seeing someone.”

Oscar’s first breathless words weren't crazy to Mark, he knew it was bound to happen someday. Sure, relationships caused media meltdowns every now and then within the Motorsport world, but they were nothing to be anxious about.

He thought it ended there, that Oscar was overly anxious about having a girlfriend under the bright spotlights of the pinnacle of motorsport.

But oh was he wrong.

Mark thought he was prepared for every curveball Oscar could possibly throw his way, thought that his driver would forever remain the simple, easy tempered boy that never stepped outside his strict little box. But as the McLaren boy opened his mouth to continue his admission, Mark was proven so terribly wrong.

“It’s been a few months now, and I know you’re thinking that this isnt something to be worried about but it’s a little more complicated than that. Before I continue I want you to know that I’m serious about her, I’m not just playing around.”

The older Aussie sucked in a sharp breath. It wasn't like Oscar to anxiously ramble on and he had a funny feeling that whatever name was about to come out of the boy’s mouth could lead to a PR headache.

Oscar paused once more, fiddling with the handle of the still full mug of tea in front of him.

“And she’s Amalie” the boy unceremoniously blurted out “Amalie Leclerc.”

Amalie Leclerc.

Mark blinked. He knew that name. Not particularly well but no one in the motorsport world could ignore that last name.

“Excuse me?” Mark hadn't even realized just how far he had leaned over the table until he found himself nearly face first into his cooled cup of tea.

“I’ve been dating Amalie Leclerc, and I intend on doing so for as long as possible.” Oscar affirmed, more confident the second time around. “Thats why I’m telling you, we’re not revealing our relationship to the public yet or ever, but I don’t want to hide her from this part of my life.”

Every last thought of Oscar being an easy driver dropped dead.

Amalie Leclerc.

Charles’ little sister.

She was a bit of a mystery to the world of Formula One. She only showed up once a year in Monaco and even then the youngest Leclerc sibling was always tucked away in the Ferrari hospitality. The girl strictly stayed away free om the spotlight with much about her life remaining unknown.

How she’d possibly ended up with Oscar? Mark couldn't begin to compute an answer to that question.

“I know it's unexpected, but the best way to protect her from this chaos is for the team to know and I’m going to need your help with that.”

For the first time since Oscar opened his mouth Mark took a moment to really truly look into his eyes. He expected to see flicks of doubt or any sign that whatever he had with Amalie was just a fleeting juvenile romance that would burn out quickly.

Only he found none of that, all he saw was unrelenting loyalty.

“Her family, do they know?”

“Yes.”

“Jesus.” The senior Aussie groaned, running a hand through his ragged hair. “And they approve of you being with Amalie?”

“Well I ran into Charles in the grocery store last week and he didn't try to kill me with a shopping cart, so I guess so.”

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Mark’s internal monologue groaned about all the ways Oscar dating his rival’s sister could go terribly wrong. Perhaps it was a little too optimistic to think that the driver could make it through his Formula One rookie season without getting into any trouble.

Yet sitting in front of Oscar, soaking in the undying fire burning in his eyes, none of that mattered.

Mark had learned early on that Oscar showed very few emotions. In fact the Aussie thought he’d seen them all. Anger, frustration, happiness. Only he was finding there was a new emotion to add to that list, love.

A love so deep and true that Mark was possessed by the sudden urge to protect whatever Oscar had with the Leclerc girl.

“Okay here's what we're going to do.” Mark pivoted, he didn't know Amalie but he knew Oscar and he would do anything in his power to protect the boy that had become a son to him. “We’re going to keep this quiet through the weekend, give me some time to put a plan together. The team shouldn't care that you're in a relationship but they will care about public image and you dating Amalie could affect that so we have to approach this carefully.”

Oscar nodded slowly as if he was processing every individual word Mark was telling him with utmost care.

“Okay, okay I can do that.”

Mark looked to his watch, seeing that they had only minutes before Oscar’s trainer would come looking for him.

“And Oscar-” the boy glanced up to meet the older Aussie’s gaze once more. “I’m happy for you, even if you had to pick one of the most tricky PR situations to get yourself into, I’m glad you're happy. And we’re going to figure this out in a way that protects both of you.”

Oscar nodded his thanks before getting on his way leaving Mark with two now fully cooled cups of tea and nearly a million questions on how to break it to your driver’s team that he was fully head over heels in love with the enemy’s little sister.

___

“I still think they’re lowballing you but everything else looks good.” Lorenzo smiled, turning the glow pf Amalie’s laptop screen back towards her.

“I’m not going to ask them for more money Lorenzo, that's just rude.”

“It's business Amalie.” Her older brother affirmed with a playful ruffle to her hair. “Your blog has gained serious traction recently. You have the right to ask for more in return.”

Ever since Amalie revived her first brand deal contract she’d been bringing them to her oldest brother. It was nice to have someone with business experience look over them.

It wasn't that she didn’t trust her own judgment or that she didn't trust the brands she worked with, but Amalie had spent her entire life being taken care of by Lorenzo. Every question, every little misstep, her older brother was always there and he always knew what to do.

Amalie didn’t know how to live without going to her oldest brother for help, and he was always more than eager to offer his extra set of eyes. So when the next big contract delivered itself to the Leclerc girl’s inbox Lorenzo was the first to know.

“I’ll think about it.” She gently promised, knowing that she would never ask a brand for more money. Amalie didn’t care about the morals of compensation, she just wanted to write about books.

“I’m proud of you, you know that right.” His voice softened.

“How could I forget when you tell me every day?”

“I know but I’m serious. I know that Arthur and Charles’ achievements are louder and involve trophies and champagne but I want you to know that I see your achievements even when they whisper.”

Amalie chalked her older brother’s overwhelming sentiment up to the fact that it was nearly five in the morning and Pascale had yet to provide them with the coffee she’d promised when she wrangled them to her place to watch the Las Vegas Grand Prix while the Monaco skies remained pitch black.

“I’m really grateful for you Lorenzo.” Amalie whispered before a new voice joined them where they sat at their mother’s pristine kitchen counter.

“Come on you two, the lights are about to go out.” Her mother’s sing-song voice rang through the hallways and into their ears.

“Best not leave her waiting, the start is the best part afterall.” Lorenzo mused as she followed him into the dim living room, taking a seat next to an eager Alex who was beckoning her over with open arms.

Watch parties weren't uncommon within the Leclerc family, but she’d never attended one with Alex, or one quite so early.

However, as the cars rolled into the formation lap with Oscar in a slightly disappointing P19, Amalie found herself anxiously clinging to the girl beside her.

She’d awaken to a simple text message from the boy in question, a soft I love you with the uplifting accompaniment of yet another picture of her unicorn.

That day's picture was undoubtedly her favorite. It showed the soft purple creature in the seat of Oscar’s car, surrounded by the papaya structure and laughing pit crew. The picture itself was adorable but the thought of Oscar carrying her treasured stuffed animal down to the garage all to put a smile on her face made Amalie weak in the knees.

The starry eyed Leclerc girl had responded with a simple I love you, come home and that was that. Oscar was off to the second to last Grand Prix of his rookie season.

The start of a race always sparked anxiety in the base of her spine but since intertwining her soul with Oscar’s those sparks grew into a steady flame that couldn't be tamed by any reassurance of safety regulations and logic.

Her fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on Alex’s arm as the car’s lined up one by one. By the time Oscar’s car slotted into the back row the girl was fully shaking.

“It's okay.” Alex mumbled, gently pulling Amalie further into her side. Usually the contact from someone outside her close knit circle would startle the girl. But instead she leaned into it, tightening her hand around the graceful girl’s. Welcoming the comfort with open arms.

“I would tell you it gets less scary but I think you know better than most that it doesn't, but you do grow more confident in them.” The girl whispered into her ear, the gentle words reserved for Amalie and Amalie only.

She squeezed Alex’s hand in a quiet thanks and the final red light lit up, and as soon as that last light appeared it was gone, signaling the start of the Las Vegas Grand Prix.

Amalie knew enough to know that Alex was right, the fear would never truly go away, but having someone beside her who knew what it was like to love a man in one of those cars made the idea a little more bearable.

Amalie had entered her mother’s living room thinking that Alex was someone outside of her safe contained orbit. Only, as the twenty cars zipped around the neon streets of Las Vegas the idea hit her that without realizing it the girl had earned her place within that orbit.

Through trust and quiet actions Alex had become a staple in Amalie’s life, and now that that she was there, the girl never wanted her to leave.

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