Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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A/N: I added the song "Dark Side" by Blindchannel for this chapter, from the Eurovision festival! I thought it would fit the vibe of the story. Have you watched it? My faves were Italy and Finland :)

        Natalya was roughly awoken by the shrill sound of the alarm clock. And it was early. Like, really early. She felt her temper rising when she couldn't find the stupid thing and turn the sound off. "Mick!" her voice called loudly, her eyebrows furrowed together in an annoyed frown and her eyes wide and awake. Mick opened the door of her bedroom, walking in and moving to her nightstand, opening the drawer and revealing the small alarm, which he stopped with one press on a button. The guard looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked and she rolled her eyes, not in the mood for it. "It's six in the morning!" she exclaimed. "I told you training starts early," Mick simply replied. "Get dressed and we will have breakfast downstairs," he said, his tone not allowing her to speak against it and she pursed her lips together while watching him leave her room, the door falling close behind him. 

Natalya shook her head in an irritated way. She took a deep breath and told herself to calm down, she agreed to collaborate with this. She made the bed, sort of, and then grabbed her bag of essentials to move into the bathroom that was connected to her room. Natalya looked at herself in the mirror, pulling her hair out of the bun she had put it up in. She wetted her hands before raking her fingers through her strands and then made a high ponytail. Natalya washed her face, moved a cotton with some cleanser over her skin and used a moisturizer before freshening up with some deodorant and her perfume. Natalya dug into her suitcase with a sigh, reaching for the pair of leggings, the sports bra and the cropped sweater she had packed for the flight before they even went to Moscow. She hoisted herself in the clothing and put her sneakers on her feet. Ten minutes after she woke up, she made her way down to the kitchen, somewhat relieved that Lando wasn't sitting at the breakfast table.

Mick was seated at the table instead, a plate in front of him and there was a plate in front of the spot that he had apparently assigned to her. Natalya didn't say anything and hopped on the stool, leaning her head in her hand while picking up her spoon, which she swirled through the bowl of oats to merge it with the piece of chocolate and the blueberries. It was still hot and it smelled sort of good. She reached for her glass of water next. Natalya glanced over at Mick, he was reading the newspaper. He seemed like a newspaper reading kind of guy, so she wasn't really surprised. "Anything interesting to read?" she asked, breaking the silence between them two. "So far, not really," Mick said, his eyes briefly looking up at her, and she wasn't sure if he was surprised by that she spoke up after all. She nodded slowly and focussed on her breakfast again. Mick sighed and closed the newspaper, folding it up again.

"Natalya, we're stuck together for a while," he started. "I know that this isn't something you're liking or enjoying in particular, but if you want to make it durable you'd have to change that attitude of yours," Mick told her straight up and Natalya felt a painful sting in her chest, biting her lip to swallow that snarky comment she wanted to shoot back at him, but it wouldn't be fair, because Mick was right. "I know," Natalya admitted. "I'm sorry," she said and he noticed that it bruised her character to apologize to him. "I don't mean to hurt you, you are who you are, but you're gonna have to go through this all," Mick said. "Let's start over," she said and she stood up, extending her hand to him. A hint of amusement was visible on Mick's face and he looked down at her hand before placing his in hers. They shook hands. "I'm Natalya," she said, a small smile tugging on her lips. "I'm Mick. I will be your trainer in the upcoming period," Mick said. "Good. What will we get to first?"

Mick let go of her hand, shoving the stool back and standing up too. He looked down at her while leaning against the table. "You're going to learn how to shoot a gun, love."