THE END | Oscar Piastri

32. you're losing me.

Sav's pov

"Did you really think going for drinks was a smart decision?" Lando's tone is scolding as he leads me by the waist from the restaurant.

What else did he expect me to do? Wait alone in the hotel room for him? I would've gone insane. I would've fallen down a deep hole of over thinking and probably never would've made my way out of it. I went out with a couple of my backup dancers instead.

He opens the passenger door for me and closes it gently. Shocking considering there's practically smoke blowing out of his ears.

I wait till he's sat in the driver's seat to retaliate. "Why are you so upset? I wasn't just going to sit around and wait for you." I say, an obvious tone coming through my voice in the second part.

His eyes widen slightly, an expression asking me if I was serious. "You said you wanted to talk, and now I don't even know if you're in the right mindset to." A dramatic exhale follows his accusation. He starts the car and darts down the road, definitely breaking the speed limit.

"I had two drinks, and neither of them were that strong. I'm practically sober." Of course I wasn't actually sober. But it's not like I was stumbling around either.

He doesn't reply, giving me the silent treatment and plunging the both of us into a tense silence. It remains like that until we get to the hotel, where I don't think I could've jumped out of the car any quicker.

I make it a point to walk just ahead of him the entire way to our hotel room, only standing next to him while I wait for him to open the door.

Still, neither of us say anything and I make quick work of changing into my pajamas. A pair of shorts and one of my tour hoodies. He stands in the middle of the room, just watching me as I walk right past him and into the bathroom.

In the middle of taking my makeup off, Lando appears behind me in the mirror. Again, he just stares for a moment before actually deciding to speak. "Can we talk about whatever it is you wanted to talk about now?" He asks, arms thrown out dramatically, and an impatient tone in his voice.

I pause completely before bringing my hand down to the counter and turning to him. "I thought you said I wasn't in the right mindset?" I use his own words against him, not doing anything to hide my annoyance with him.

He sighs. "I didn't mean it, Sav. I just want to talk." His impatient tone is gone now, replaced by a soft tone and an equally soft gaze looking down on me.

A long sigh passes through my lips, and I brush past him, leaving the makeup wipe on the counter.

I can hear him following behind me as I take a seat on the edge of the bed. One leg folded under me and the other propping me upward, foot planted on the floor.

I gesture to the spot in front of me, urging him to sit down. He does, mirroring my actions. "I feel like I'm losing you." I say quietly, nearly inaudible. My head is down as I fiddle with my hands in my lap.

He hears my confession though, and instantly starts to shut it down. "Savannah, that's ridiculous. You know I love you." I glance up at him through my eyelashes, only long enough to catch a glimpse of the sincerity on his face.

Judging by the look, his words were meant to be equally as genuine. But I felt in some way, attacked by them. Like he was calling me ridiculous. I doubt it, it was probably just me overthinking it.

I must've stayed silent for too long, because he speaks up again, "Why would you think you're losing me?" Gentle an cautious.

I didn't know how to put my words so that he would understand how I feel. 'You're not with me enough' sounds too clingy.