F1 Oneshots

Oscar x ???

When Oscar had come back from Abu Dhabi after the season finale, he did not expect to be going home to find that he was not allowed in his flat. It turns out that whilst he had been away, a water pipe had burst in one of the flats above him and the water had leaked down into his flat and destroyed all of his stuff. Granted it wasn't actually a lot of stuff because Oscar didn't own a lot at his flat, but his flat was still mostly destroyed with water damage. Any of his sentimental stuff or stuff with a lot of value was either with his parents or got taken with him to races. Anyway, he was still left without a place to stay over the winter break. Lando was in Monaco otherwise he would've asked his team mate if he could stay with him and Logan was in America so he couldn't stay with him either. As Oscar was debating what to do, a notification flashed up on his screen from Instagram and Oscar found himself wandering to a contact that he hadn't used for a while, hoping that the number was still the same.

"Oscar?" Came the questioning voice of the person on the other end of the line.

"Hey mate, how you doing?" Oscar asked.

"Yeah I'm good. What's up?"

"Does there need to be anything up for me to call you?"

"Dude, we haven't talked for ages. I've missed you."

Fuck, Oscar let out a long sigh. He knew that this wasn't his best idea. There was a reason that they hadn't talked for a while, to avoid opening up the can of worms that they had sealed and thrown somewhere in the ocean.

"I've missed you too," Oscar admitted in a quiet voice, barely above a whisper.

"So what's up man?" They moved quickly past the sentimental stage to avoid going completely off track in the conversation.

"My flats got water damage. I can't stay there," Oscar replied, hoping he would get the message.

"Shit, that's bad. Want to stay at mine?"

"Please. I was hoping you'd ask," Oscar replied gratefully.

"I'll come and pick you up. Same place isn't it?"

"Yeah."

When the phonecall was ended, Oscar slid down the wall in the lobby of the building that his flat was in. He dragged his knees up towards his chest, wrapping his arms around them. All his suitcases were surrounding him and Oscar dropped his head so it was resting against his knees. Slowly, he let out a shaky breath. Everything since he had woken up had just seemed to have gone wrong. First the taxi was late and then got stuck in traffic on the way to the airport. Then his plane got delayed and when it eventually took off encountered some of the most severe turbulence known to man. It was so bad that Oscar was surprised that he hadn't thrown up. And finally the cherry on top of the cake, his flat had been destroyed. All he wanted to do was go to sleep and recover from the plane journey, but now it looked like that was not going to happen.

"Oscar. Mate. Wake up."

Slowly, Oscar opened his bleary eyes. He rapidly blinked as his eyes got used to the blinding lights in the lobby. One of his fists moved up and rubbed one eye and then the other as he came around. The first major thing that he noticed was that his neck and back were killing him. He must've fallen asleep as he waited. Huh, he was tireder than he thought. As he fully came round, he spotted who he was waiting for down here in the first place.

"Hey," Oscar said shyly, his voice a bit rough as he had been sleeping.

"You look awful."

"Gee, thanks."

"Come on, let's go."

A hand was extended and a grateful Oscar took it as he was pulled to his feet. His suitcases were grabbed between them and they started to make their way out of the building.