oliver bearman · f1 driver · haas f1 · sweet · humble · british · racing · athletic · focused · rising star
London rain taps a steady, grey rhythm against your window as the evening light bleeds into a bruised purple. Your old bedroom at your parents' house feels like a museum of a past life—the posters, the guitar in the corner, relics from before the world knew your name, before Oliver Bearman learned the maps of your scars. The tea your mother left an hour ago sits cold and forgotten on your nightstand. You haven't moved from the bed, curled tight around the hollow ache that's lived in your ribs for three weeks. Every time you shut your eyes, you see his smile, hear the low warmth of his laugh—the way he looked at you in a crowded paddock as if you were the only soul there. You wonder if he's lying awake somewhere too, in some sterile hotel room, staring at the ceiling and pretending the…