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Ollie had just qualified on pole for the 2024 Jeddah race. You had just parked your car behind the P2 board next to him as you pulled yourself out of the vehicle with a smile hidden behind your helmet.

“You did it!” You cheered, wrapping your arms around him. You knew how long he’d been waiting for that pole after you got your pole position last race.

“Thank you” He smiled, his arms wrapping around your body and holding you tight. You tapped his back, allowing him to be weighed. You stood back, allowing the Hitech team to photograph you with the car. You thanked the team and watched Ollie continue his after-quali routine before completing your own.

Later that night, you and Ollie settled down in his hotel room, having just finished your training session for the night.

“Do you think we should order room service?” You asked Ollie, who picked the menu up to take a look at it

“Hmm, I don’t fancy anything. Do you want something?” He asked, and you shrugged a little, looking at the menu over his forearm to read it.

“That sounds nice” You smiled, pointing at one of the foods you constantly eat

“Obviously, you want that. I’ll order it now” He chuckled, and you smiled, sitting up a little

“While we’re waiting, I’m gonna go for a shower then” Ollie nodded

“Are you showering here or in your room?” He asked, laying vertically across the bed with his head in his hands, feet hanging off the side of the bed

“Why? You gonna steal my clothes?” You joked, and he shook his head

“No was just gonna offer you something to wear” He shrugged innocently

“Aww, sweet. I was gonna run back to my room to get a change of clothes and some clothes for tomorrow so I can leave from your room tomorrow if that’s okay?” You asked, and he nodded

“Obviously, it is.” He smiled, and you nodded

“I’ll be back soon then.”

~~~

When you walk back into Ollie’s room, his manager sits in a chair in the corner, and Ollie is on a phone call to someone on his bed. Your eyes danced around the room, mainly between Chris and Ollie. Settling your bag down next to the bathroom door

“It’s Fred”, Chris whispered, and you nodded, sitting on the bed next to Ollie, who instinctively reached out to hold your hand. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. The thing about being best friends for years was you could see the stress on his face.

When he hung up, both you and Chris looked at him expectantly. Ollie’s grip on your hand tightened, instantly worrying you even more. Why would Fred be phoning him? It can’t be anything good

“I can’t believe you only had fifty pence credit! I’m buying you a new phone,” Ollie declared to Chris, which had you rolling your eyes

“Get to the point. What was the call about!” You pushed

“Oh right, yeah. Erm Carlos had appendicitis, so he’s not been feeling or performing that great this week.” He started the actual news, which had not yet settled in his brain.

“Oh, that’s not good. I’ll buy him some flowers.” You frowned

“Yeah, he’s having surgery to remove the appendix, so he won’t be able to race this weekend.” You tilted your head a little

“So they’re calling me up for the weekend”, he finished, and you couldn’t help but smile and wrap your arms around him quickly. The force of your hug caused him to fall backwards with you on top.

“Ollie, that’s great! Well, not the situation, obviously, but you’re racing in F1,” You cheered with a smile. Ollie wrapped his arms around your waist as he sat back up. Shaking Chris’ hand as you rested your head on his shoulder with a smile

“Well, I’ll leave you two. Ollie, we can chat in the morning. Get some sleep, you two” Chris smiled, leaving the room

“Thanks for the pole position.” You chuckled

“Oh my god, you’re on pole now!” Ollie smiled, pulling you closer to his body and wrapping your legs around his waist.

No matter the different stages you were in during racing, you were both always supportive of each other. The little wins in life make you both happy for each other. Simple things like a call-up, a pole position, a sprint win, or even a contract extension were the things you enjoyed together.

“I need to tell Kimi, my dad, Charles.” He lists, and you smile, caressing his cheek

“Take a deep breath, love. Your first thing to do should be to tell your parents. Go, I know your dad’s here this weekend. I’ll text Kimi to come here, and as for Charles. I think he probably already knows love, but if you want, I’ll go bug him” You smiled, and he nodded, taking a deep breath

“Can you get Charles here? I think I’d like to see him” You nodded with a smile, moving from his lap

“On you go. See your dad. I’ll text Kimi and Charles and keep our food warm when it arrives. If it ever arrives” You rolled your eyes

“Yeah, it’s been taking a long time.” He chuckled, and you nodded

“Yeah, it has been. I’m hungry after that workout session.” Ollie pressed a kiss to your head before walking to his dad’s hotel room as you text Kimi and Charles

~~~

That night, Charles stayed for about an hour, providing some valuable information to Ollie about the track in an F1 car and the car in general as you finally enjoyed your shower.

On the other hand, Kimi had stayed all night, deciding to sleep on the couch in the room because he ‘wanted to’. You just rolled your eyes and cuddled into Ollie; your romantic relationship was something the Formula Two grid knew about, and maybe a handful of the Formula One grid knew about.

~~~

Sunday morning had come around. Ollie had qualified 11th in his first-ever Formula One race. You were ready to head off from pole position in your feature race.

You'd wanted Ollie in your garage or at least in the paddock, but the timings of his meetings for Ferrari didn't allow that; however, Lando had agreed to come along to support you in person.

With your parents unable to fly out for the race due to work commitments, having someone standing by your side was nice.

The McLaren logo was etched across your helmet, race suit and car as you turned to Lando, who handed you the black gloves

“Go out there and have fun! Charles is coming after his meeting if the race isn't over by then” he smiled, and you nodded. Despite acting as an older brother towards yourself, the McLaren driver took the time to ensure your helmet was secured correctly.

“Enjoy it!” He called as you waved, getting into your car.

And you did enjoy the race so much that you won it. Pulling yourself out of the car, you allowed yourself to get weighed before joining your team for their celebration.

Standing at the barriers were Charles and Lando. You couldn't help but smile and walk over to them, your helmet long forgotten on the floor.

Charles hugged you, wrapping one arm around your back and the other on your neck. The emotions of excitement flood through your veins as you can barely stand still long enough for his hug. Charles ruffled your hair before you moved on. Lando

“Well done, champ!” He smiled, pulling you into his hug as Charles rested his hand on your back

“Ollie watched the race during his meeting. He was going to come down but got called into another meeting. You can come back with me, though,” Charles grinned just before the officials called you away for the podium.

The relief flooded your veins as you stood on the top step, listening to your national anthem. A large smile spread across your face as you took a deep breath, letting it out.

Women could do it! Women could reach the stages they wanted to in the Formula series.

An hour later, you placed everything back into your garage, finished your briefings quickly, and followed Charles to the Ferrari garage. Your papaya race suit resting around your waist as you looked for Ollie

Bumping into him as you both rounded a corner. Ollie had a smile covering his face as his scarlet red race suit sat around his waist.

“Oh my god! Y/N, you won!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you

“I did it. I proved them wrong,” you whispered into his neck as he rubbed your back

“Yeah, you did, baby” He smiled, sneaking back into his driver's room with you still in his arms

“I've been told I can't watch the race from here, so I've got to go back to McLaren before the race”, you explained, and he nodded

“That's okay. I know you're cheering for me” He smiled, cupping your face with his hands as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips

“I'm always cheering for you, darling” you whispered, looking up at the driver

“How are you feeling? Relaxed enough?” You asked, and he shook his head

“I'm very stressed. I've got Lewis Hamilton starting in front of me. I'm driving a Ferrari. I'm creating new records just by getting in that car. I don't know” He sighed as you sat on his massage table

Ollie moved over to stand in between your legs, his hands resting around your waist, your arms resting around his neck

“Darling. You're an amazing driver. Fred thinks so as well, or you wouldn't be here, remember that. You're so good that you almost knocked a seven-time world champion out of Q2! I'll be cheering you on, Kimi will be cheering you on third most, and your dad, well, I don't think anyone here will be cheering you on more. You've made him proud by even getting in that car. Please always remember that even if you don't finish the race or you don't finish in the points, we're all still proud,” you smiled, resting your forehead against his, and he nodded, squeezing your waist.

“I love you”, He whispered, full of emotion. His eyes showed the unshed tears

“I love you too, darling” you smiled

~~~

Charles, the ever-loving grid father, eventually kicked you out of the Ferrari garage. You had walked back to the Mclaren garage with a little bit of a sulk on your face, which caused Lando to laugh as you walked through his side of the garage

“Hey, no laughing. I was kicked out from supporting Ollie” You huffed, and he laughed, pulling you into his arms

“Do you not think you should get out of that race suit, Fire?” He asked, and you shrugged a little

“I don’t want to go back to the F2 paddock, though” You replied with a pout

“Kimi, Dino and Paul will be there”, he tried, and you shook your head

“Kimi is with Merc, Dino is with Ferrari, and Paul just disappears”, You replied, still unhappy with his choice

“Why don’t you raid the team cupboard then?” He replied with a shrug as you smirked

“Will you join me? I don’t want to get in trouble, and you're the golden boy, after all,” You tried, and he nodded with a laugh

“Come on then, Fire.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leading you to the team's store cupboard, where they hid the extra uniforms. You didn’t realise how much you hated being in the F2 paddock without Ollie. It was lonely.

Lando opened the store cupboard before looking about and pushing you in with a force you weren’t expecting. You lost your footing, landing against one of the shelves as Lando stood outside laughing

“Hey, I’m having a bad day over here. You’re meant to be making it better! Not worse!” You exclaimed, and he laughed

“Just pick your uniforms, then you can have a better day”, he shrugged. You did as you were told, picking out the papaya top in your size before picking out your trousers. You turned to Lando with a triumphant smile

“Shoes?” He asked with a frown as you kicked up a leg so he could see your feet where you were wearing a pair of team-branded trainers.

“I got told off for walking about in my racing boots and making them dirty. Marcus forced me to change shoes” You smiled.

“Right, Marcus” He rolled his eyes

“Hey! What’s wrong with my engineer?” You asked, following behind him more in a sprint due to his long strides.

“New question!” He exclaimed as you caught up to him

“What's right with your engineer?” He asked, and you shrugged a little, tilting your head

“Yeah, he is a little creepy”, you muttered, and he nodded, turning a corner

“However, he's good at his job” You smiled, and Lando raised an eyebrow

“Sometimes”, you muttered, and he nodded, opening his driver's room door and allowing you to walk in

“Why's he still your engineer?” he asked, shutting the door behind himself

“It's in my contract that I need to have the same engineer until the end of my contract, or they can terminate my contract early, and well Mclaren pays for me to race”, You replied as his eyes widened in shock

“It's in your contract? Who the fuck is your manager?” He asked

“Well, when I signed, it was me” You shrugged, motioning for him to turn around, which he did, allowing you to get changed

“Who's your manager now, then?” He asked, facing the wall.

“I don't think I should disclose that” you shrugged

“Now you've got to disclose it!” Lando exclaimed

“Nico”, you shrugged, allowing him to turn around with his eyes widened yet again

“Hulk? Rosberg?” He asked

“Oh yeah, full-time Formula 1 driver and full-time father Nico Hulkenberg”, You joked, fixing your shoes, and Lando looked at the time

“Shit! This isn't over,” He said. getting up before running out of the room, leaving you to laugh. Lando Norris is chronically both online and offline all at once.

You were sure that this topic of conversation had come up before, especially about your manager, but that man always seemed to be bouncing around the room when you spoke.

“Well done, Y/N”, Oscar smiled, stopping at the door of Landos drivers room

“Thank you. Did you know Rosberg was my manager?” you asked him, and he nodded

“That's common knowledge, is it not?” He frowned

“Well, I thought so, but your teammate didn't know”, you replied, and he laughed

“Landos is oblivious sometimes. I'll see you soon” He smiled, and you nodded

“Good luck, Oscar”, you smiled, and he waved, walking through the garage.

~~~

After all the cars were on the grid, you walked to the garage, removing your headphones from the wall to protect your ears.

Having left everything in Lando's messy driver's room, you smiled as the cameras turned to you, showing you on the large screen.

Andrea Stella walked by, squeezing your shoulder as he passed, to which you smiled at him

“Well done on the win!” He exclaimed

“Thank you, Andrea” You smiled. Sitting down on one of the fold-down seats, Andrea walked down to the pit wall.

Watching the race was terrifying, to say the least. Whenever you spotted the camera on yourself, you did your bare minimum and put on a brave face.

When the camera turned to David, you understood him. Watching his son drive at over a hundred miles per hour was terrifying from the outside. Driving next to him was a lot easier.

You were almost thankful when the race was over. Smiling at the reserve driver's points as other drivers waved while passing him. It was safe to say you were more than proud.

Sneaking out of the McLaren garage was the easiest part of your little plan. Getting into the media pen was the hardest.

Standing outside the media tent getting funny looks from the security who had allowed you in earlier annoyed you more than it should have; you just wanted to see your boyfriend

“Y/N, good race today!” Carlos exclaimed as he passed, which excited yet another sigh from your lungs.

Lando was walking over, meaning you had good hope he'd get you inside. As he walked past, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you along. It had you stumbling until security stepped in his way

“She isn't allowed in. Formula One personnel only” He pointed to a sign

“My throat is killing me. I've been warned not to speak. This is my speaker for me,” He lied, to which the security let out a sigh and stepped away, allowing Lando to pull you through the tent

“That's the worst excuse I've ever heard”, you giggled, to which he shrugged

“It worked, didn't it? You owe me now, though” He pointed a finger, to which you smiled

“I'll bake brownies,” Lando nodded in agreement before walking off. Your eyes scanned the tent.

Damn, why there are so many Ferrari personnel here? Why's Carlos in here? He didn't even race. You wondered while watching Carlos do his interview. Wait, didn't he just say hello?

You were too caught up in your thoughts to realise that the newest point scorer was standing behind you until his arms wrapped around your waist, causing you to jump away from him turning around to see who it was

“Hey, it’s just me” He chuckled as you let out a breath of relief

“No sneaking up on me!” You exclaimed. Ollie laughed, wrapping his arms around you again with a smile

“My neck hurts so much already”, He whispered into the crook of your neck as your arms wrapped around him

“A nice ice bath will help with that” You smiled as he pulled back with an unamused face

“How did you even get in here?” He asked pulling away from your neck

“Lando obviously. I had to see you before you were stolen by Ferrari” you huffed as Ollie laughed a little

“I've got to go do another interview. I'll meet you in your hotel room?” He asked and you nodded.

“I'll see you there. Love you” you smiled up at the driver

“Love you too” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your head before walking over to his press officer for the weekend.

You met Oscar during Silverstone in 2023. His first year on the grid and your first race that year. When your dad asked what you thought of Oscar, you just responded with ‘He’s a cool kid’. Trying to play it cool to your dad even though you and Oscar had spoken a lot that weekend and even shared numbers with the promise of meeting up, and that’s what you did. 

During his break after the Silverstone Grand Prix and his meetings at the MTC, you met up with Oscar a couple of times getting to know the young man before he asked you out for real to be his girlfriend. From there your dates slowed down, racing threw him into tough double and triple headers and for a while, it was the end of farming season and Diddly Squat Farm Shop wasn’t closing down just because your dad had nothing to harvest after the harvesting season was done. While your dates slowed down, one thing that never did was your communication. 

Driving the tractor around the fields harvesting the wheat and whatever else your dad and Kaleb had planted texting Oscar one-handed, or helping out in the shop texting Oscar as you restocked the shelves despite the dirty looks from the older customers that only came because of the show. It was safe to say you were as close as ever even from the other side of the world. 

The topic of you and Oscar just never showed up in conversations with your dad or Kaleb, who at this point had just become another older brother but just more annoying than Finlo because you saw him more often. 

That was until Mclaren called, wanting Oscar to come do a thing with Clarkson’s Farm. Obviously, your dad, being a massive F1 fan and wanting new PR, agreed. Just like he agreed to go to Alpine and celebrate there. 

Now here you were rolling your eyes as the McLaren pulled up through the farm, you couldn’t roll your eyes considering that you were the one that most often drove that Lambo tractor your dad bought when he first needed a tractor. 

You leaned against the sign watching him as he got out of the car looking around at the farm. You could see his smile spread as he spotted you standing against the sign. Walking over to you as he looked you up and down 

“Morning Mr Piastri” You smirked, pushing yourself off the sign. It was early in the morning, and no one was about at the moment except your dad who’d left you in charge so he could go have some breakfast. 

“Morning Miss Clarkson” He hummed as you reached forward, holding his hand 

“Ready for a fun day on the farm?” You asked, looking down at your sheepdog who decided to check out the new visitor who’d shown up 

“Who’s this?” Oscar asked, crouching down to clap her 

“This is Lassie. I’m currently training her to herd the sheep so dad doesn’t have to keep doing it” You smiled 

“Been teaching her F1 tricks like that one pup did the other week?” He asked, and you shrugged a little 

“Stand up and open your legs just wide enough for her to slide in” You directed, and he nodded, doing as told. You stood in front of Oscar a treat in hand at her eye level

“Lassie red flag” you directed, and she instantly moved in between Oscar’s legs, looking up at him for her treat, which you handed to him. 

“You taught her red flag?” He asked, and you nodded 

“And box box obviously” You chuckled. Lassie ran off to the farm shop following your instructions and going to her bed. Oscar frowned as you chuckled, watching her run away 

“Where’s she off to?” He asked 

“Her bed. The box box is bed. I also taught her green flag instead of okay” You smiled, clearly proud of yourself as Oscar laughed at you. You wrapped your arms around him for a hug before pulling back and looking him up and down.

“We need to get you changed” You hummed, walking away, allowing him to follow behind you as you walked into the farmhouse where you tend to stay during birthing season. Oscar looked about his curiosity peaking as he looked at your ‘second home’. 

“This is where Kaleb and I tend to stay during birthing season just so that we’re close to the animals” You explained, walking to the room you claimed as your own, finding some suitable clothes for Oscar 

“So I think dad’s plan is to basically just get you driving a tractor. I don’t think he has anything else planned” You shrugged, and he nodded, taking the clothes you offered him before you sat down on your bed. Oscar got changed as you looked at your phone texting your dad to update him.

“So I get to see your life now” He smirked, turning around to you as you looked him up and down. 

“You do except not really” You shrugged, getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down to your height. Pressing your lips against his own as he smirked into the kiss 

“We should confess today when there’s lots of cameras about” You whispered against his lips

“So our confession will be on camera?” he asked, and you shook your head 

“No, obviously not. However, he can’t react badly” You hummed, and he frowned 

“But your dad won’t react badly either way” He counted, and you shrugged 

“That’s true” You hummed, pressing your lips against his again as his hands threaded through your hair. The moment with Oscar was nice. There was no one around to judge, and you were able to just relax with him. 

An hour later, Kaleb and your dad had Oscar in the tractor, trying to reverse it into the shed. It was stressing you out. Your poor tractor is driven backwards by someone who only drives forward at high speeds. While he wasn’t doing a bad job at reversing it in, he also wasn’t doing the best job. 

Lassie happily stood in between your legs, her tail wagging and slapping against your thighs. You couldn’t keep watching Oscar attempt to reverse the tractor, so we walked back into the farm shop to get everyone a cup of tea, Lassie happily walked alongside you. 

By the time you returned with the four cups of tea, Oscar had finally managed to get the tractor into the shed and was now talking with Kaleb and your dad. Lassie, assuming it was her time to go into the tractor, jumped in next to Oscar, laying at his feet. You handed out the cups with a smile as Oscar continued to sit in the tractor. 

“At least it wasn’t dad’s tractor” You joked with Kaleb, who couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Oscar frowned, looking over 

“What’s the difference between the tractors?” He asked, and you looked up at him 

“Dad’s is a lambo” You shrugged, and Oscar’s eyes widened 

“Please tell me you’re joking” He replied as both you and Kaleb shook your head, taking a sip of tea 

“He was looking at buying a Ferrari tractor. Maybe you should tell Zak to make Mclaren tractors” You shrugged, setting your tea down to the side to throw the ball for Lassie. 

When the farm shop had shut for the night, you couldn’t help but smile knowing that you now got to go away with Oscar after telling your dad about the relationship. Walking down the stairs with your bag in hand to find not only your dad sat there but Kaleb as well. 

“Where are you of too?” Kaleb asked as you shrugged 

“Just meeting up with someone” you replied as Kaleb raised an eyebrow, tilting his head 

“Would that be your boyfriend?” He asked, and you nodded slightly, biting your lip as your dad’s head picked up

“Ohh do we know him?” He asked obviously, just wanting to be nosey 

“You met him earlier” you replied, glancing between the two of them as Kaleb started laughing, and your dad groaned, throwing his head back 

“What?” you asked 

“Mr Clarkson owes be twenty quid” Kaleb laughed as your own eyes widened. 

“You bet on my relationship?” You asked quietly 

“Not on your relationship just who it was” your dad replied as you nodded slightly, slowly backing away 

“Okay well bye” you hummed quickly, rushing out the door and over to Oscar’s McLaren, which was parked at the main gate as he waited on yours. Quickly settling yourself into the nice warm car after the cold English weather had hit you 

“Are you okay?” Oscar asked, turning to look at you 

“Kaleb and my dad bet on who I was dating” you replied. Looking at him, it was Oscar’s turn to laugh, which made you laugh, finally easing into the situation. Driving with Oscar on the long drive back to his house was relaxing, the casual conversation, the silent moments. It was just what you needed. 

When you arrived back at Oscars house, it was dark outside, the Christmas lights lighting up the streets along with the ones on the roof of his own house 

“Aww didn't realise you were so into Christmas” You smiled, turning to look at him 

“I have my secrets” he shrugged, taking your bag as he got out of the car. Following behind him with a smile. 

As Oscar unlocked his front door, you couldn't help but look at all the Christmas decorations inside. The Christmas tree in the hall is decorated in red with warm white lighting. As you walked into his living room, you couldn't help but smile at his cosy decorations. 

For someone who spent a lot of time away from home, it definitely felt like home. His tree in the living room is decorated with navy baubles, and this time, some cool white lights wrapping around the snowy branches. 

“Your house is a lot cosier at Christmas” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist as he stood next to you. One of his arms wrapping around your shoulder to pull you closer to him 

“There's a papaya christmas tree in my sim room” he shrugged, and you laughed, knowing it was true from the pictures he'd sent.

“I don't doubt that's where you put that tree” you smiled as he walked you both to the sofa to sit down. 

You couldn't help but lay on top of him as he settled on the couch. Oscars arms wrapped around you as your head rested on his chest. 

“I have the best Christmas present for you. Shame you've got to get it late” he sighed 

“Actually now dad and Kaleb know we're dating, and you're spending Christmas day in the UK. I figured I'd take you up on your offer of staying Christmas eve” you smiled up at him. 

Oscar smiled down at you, leaning down to press his lips to your own. It was a perfect way to spend a cold December night.

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