F1 house + Y/N 2023

Shattered siblings (8)

I'm back guys! (Pretend my upload schedule is the most consistent thing ever)

Also, Oscar has a journal/diary in this chapter. It will probably appear fairly frequently going forward!

Y/N's POV

The rest of the drive over was far less amusing than the first half. Also, I was still hugging my trophy like a goddamn baby. To be honest, it is literally my baby at this point, and I will genuinely cry if someone breaks it.

Anyway, we arrived there, and I had to double check who I was sharing with. That turned out to be Nyck! And to be fair, I wasn't complaining. I don't think many people were, besides a select few.

"Hey, Y/N?"

I turned around, seeing Lando behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. I frowned, sighing.

"What? Are you just gonna yell yell at me again..?"

I asked cautiously, hugging my trophy tighter.

"Why would I... right..."

Lando sighed, putting his hand on my shoulder. He looked slightly... nervous? Why was he nervous?

"I'm sorry, alright..? I- I guess I'm a bit jealous, y'know? It doesn't justify it, but I mean it. I'm sorry."

I felt my eyes widen a little.

"You're jealous of me..?"

"Y/N, you've had one race in F1, and you turned it into a podium, and a pole position before the impeding penalty... You deserve this."

Lando put his hand on my shoulder, an apologetic expression on his face.

I wasn't gonna just take it though.

"You had to do that in front of everyone. You literally slapped me, Lando, this isn't just some childish mistake."

"But-"

"Save it, alright? I don't wanna hear it. Not right now."

"Y/N, hear me out-"

"You've said enough."

I walked off, clutching my trophy tighter. I was so close to smashing it against Lando's head, then maybe he'd see how I felt... though that might've damaged my baby.

I headed inside, dumping my stuff in my shared room, before heading downstairs to where we'd been told the workout and simulator equipment was, and in fact, well, was.

"You should probably just let Lando apologise, y'know?"

A voice said. I turned around, seeing George stood there.

"Oh great, Max's boyfriend is here to pester me."

"I'm not-"

He huffed in annoyance.

"Whatever. Just- Lando means his apology."

"Lando may mean his apology, but he's apologising for slapping me in the face, and insulting me, all in front of LIVE CAMERAS."

I scoffed, turning away from the tory.

"I don't think just an "I'm sorry" cuts it."

My phone beeped, showing that Mclaren had posted an apology to fans on Twitter (I refuse to call it 'X'), apologising for Lando's behaviour.

"Example."

George sighed, moving to stand beside me.

"Look, Y/N, at least give him a chance-"

"George, in the nicest way possible, he's my brother, not yours, so I know how he is. If he's truly sorry, it's obvious. Painfully obvious."

I turned to face George.

"I can't persuade you to go over and forgive him, can I?"

"Not unless you wanna see us throwing hands."

"Fairs."

A small smirk crossed my face.

"Now, stop procrastinating and go talk to your boyfriend."

"Max isn't my boyfriend."

"You certainly act like you're dating sometimes. Now shoo."

Oscar's POV (𝙹𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕)

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙻𝚘𝚐 - 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷

𝙼𝚊𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 (𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑)

𝚈/𝙽 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍  𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙼𝚊𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎. 𝚈/𝙽 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚝.

𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 '𝙽.𝚁'. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚎𝚠.

-𝓞𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓲𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓲