I hope this is okay, I'm hoping I stuck to your request enough!

REQUEST

......................................................................................................

The Hungary sun boar down on me, waving a blinding hello every time I walked past a window forcing me to put on my sunglasses that had sat uselessly in my bag for most of this race weekend. My steps were slow and my strides were small in my lame attempt to put off time that I would have to spend time with Oscar before he got in the car, so far it was working. 

Don't get me wrong, I love Oscar, but not in the way I should. I love him too much, in a way that a best friend should not love their best friend, in a friendship ruining way. And it killed me, every time I saw him the knife that had been strategically placed near my heart, dug a little bit deeper with every beat. I knew it would never work, he was quite literally Oscar Piastri and I could accept that, I would just have to skip my friends to lovers and maybe just go for the more typical love story of meeting someone in a bar.

A familiar papaya colour filled my vision, causing the breath that had been caught up in my throat to make contact with the humid air. I walked in, giving small smiles to each engineer that I passed whilst making me way to his drivers room, the place that I typically watched him race but this time I was planning to watch it from the comfort of my hotel room and I had already prepared for every excuse he was going to throw at me. It was horrible leaving him when he was starting P4 but I knew he would handle it well, it was just me who couldn't handle my feelings.

"Y/N, you are finally here." Oscar exclaimed as he watched me walk in, getting up off the sofa and pulling me into his arms, that knife tearing straight through as the pressure of his chest on mine reached me. Ouch.

"Yeah sorry, it's just so hot and it's making me feel a bit lightheaded." I lied, ever so slightly, it was hot but I wasn't lightheaded.

"Are you okay? Do you need to see a medic or something?" He was quick to pull us apart, his hands sliding up to my shoulders as his eyes assessed my face for god knows what.

"Yeah I think I just need to go back to the hotel, lay in the air conditioning or something?" The statement came out as a question by mistake.

"Of course, do you need me to bring you back? Or should I call an uber?" The questions tumbled out of his mouth, my brain working hard to process them quick enough.

"I can get myself a taxi, thank you. You need to stay and race. Good luck." I stood up on my tiptoes, kissing his cheek lightly before planting them back on the ground. Waving goodbye, which he was quick to return, his face as red as a tomato, I left the room, quietly shutting the door behind me. 

Okay maybe I was feeling a little lightheaded.

The coolness was a relief as it entered the room, making it's presence well known. I lead on the bed, a flannel, that I had previously wet and put in the fridge, on my forehead also helping me to cool down bit by bit. Sure I was from Australia, but I was never good with the heat, I have lost count by the amount of times I have gotten heat stroke in my twenty-one-years of life. 

I continued to watch the race through heavy eyelids, every so often almost falling into the pleas of sleep my body was sending me and the race wasn't helping that, Max was in the lead and I knew it would end there but Oscar was in P5 and that was the only think worth fighting to stay awake for no matter if there is only five laps to go. For Mclaren to go from complete and utter shit to this in a matter of races is amazing. I felt so happy for Oscar that he was finally able to start his first season in F1.

Crofty began shouting about Max crossing the finish line but I was quick to get up, the flannel finally getting warm and instead of blocking the heat, it only brought it in. Once doing that, I went for my phone, sending Oscar a short congrats message and apologising that I couldn't be there but he simply left me on read. It didn't hurt to much though, I knew he had media duty's and would be spending time with his team seeing as Lando had gotten another podium.  Instead, I called and ordered some chips from room service, I was feeling hungry but not hungry enough to eat food, plus I just wanted to eat, the stress of the race taking it's toll on me as it usually does.

A knock on my door forced me to get off the bed and pause the episode of gossip girl I had started watching. Room service had already come, a long time ago and there wasn't anyone I was expecting. Due to this, I took my steps with caution, grabbing a pen from the notebook that the hotel had left to write reviews and clicking it to make sure it would actually work if someone unwanted was at the door before peeping through the peep hole to the best of my abilities.

My shoulders were quick to drop so I unlocked the door, swinging it open so Oscar could walk in freely but he didn't. He stood awkwardly, his hands in his pockets as he swung back on his heels.

"You coming in?" I asked hesitantly, my head tilting to the side.

"Not sure if you would want me to with what I want to tell you." His eyes landed on mine as we continued to stare at each other. I shook my head with a scoff, opening the door even wider and moving my hand to signal him to walk in, he didn't refuse this time but I could tell he really didn't want to.

"You are heavily weirding me out." I said, watching his body movements momentarily before my eyes found their way back to his face. Anxiety began to settle in my stomach, a block being placed in my throat as it forcefully got pushed closer together, my body refusing for anything to enter, not even if it was vital for me to live.

"I um...I really don't know how to say this." Oscar turned his head way from me, his eyes trailing along the floor and the wall.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't make it to the race for you but is that enough for you to end our friendship?" My overthinking took control, the conclusion I had decided upon being the less likely one, no matter if my subconscious was telling me otherwise.

"What? No, of course not." He turned back to me, his brows furrowed. "I can't even say it." 

His head shook, an argument ensuing with himself mentally. Obviously, one  side one and he quickly walked oveer to me, his hands cupping my cheeks as his lips crashed onto mine. It took me a second to realise what was happening, my senses overrun by everything else but as soon as I did, I kissed back and we only pulled apart once there was no oxygen left for our lungs to use up.

Where did that knife go?