[FRIENDS] [Lando Norris X Reader] PT.2 Collision

~13~

Marcel's pov
I waited next to the front door. My hands are crossed and I wore my neatest suit. My grandma's fiancé gave me an arrogant smile. Lincoln entered the mansion. 'Ah I missed this.' He said spreading his arms as he stared at the luxurious decor. He returned his gaze towards me. My grandma's soon to be husband seemed to like Lincoln more than me. And I didn't care. 'Lincoln my boy!' Michel said. He hugged him like it was his son. Even Granny was proud of him.
I heard Michel and Lincoln gossiping about the maiden. 'You should try the blonde one. Marcel didn't had the balls to fuck her. But I know you do.' Michel laughed, I rolled my eyes. Yes give Lincoln what he wants and he'll turns out to be a rapist and a liar. Lincoln lifted his finger up. 'Just one. I don't want to ruin the party.' Lincoln said.
'First of all you gotta enjoy a party my son.' He said as he gave Lincoln a pet on the shoulder.

I stayed quiet as I listened to their gossiping. It made me sick. They were accusing me as the disgrace of this family?
I rolled with my eyes as I walked pass them. 'He could be liking guys.' Michel laughed. I felt a storm roaring from deep inside of me. I turned around. And held my hands on my back. 'Excuse me did I do something wrong?' I asked them. 'You never slept with a girl. Michel thinks you like guys that's all.' Lincoln laughed. 'First of all. I did sleep with a girl.' I said.
'Secondly, I stayed loyal to her. And at last Lincoln.. I do not and will never ever abuse a girl.' I added.
Lincoln stayed quiet but then burst into laughter. 'Did I ever abuse a girl? Michel?' He asked as he looked at the lord Prick. 'Marcel you tell me only lies.' Michel replied with his stupid French accent.
Lincoln licked his lips. 'Come on, it's grandma's wedding party. Why ruin it for her by arguing?' He said and looked from me back at Michel.
Michel nodded, 'you're a good boy. Marcel on the other hand.'
I turned my head away, 'yeah turn your back on me boy.'
I ignored them.

I wanted to know if Y/n was fine, after she found out about Lincoln.

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The next day, 6pm
Y/n

The appointment with the dentist went all clean it, it was nicely done and it was just temporary for now, you stared into the mirror as you  tried to put make up on, but your face was too sore for it. You gave up, and threw everything back into the box you'd kept them in. You hung your head and stared into the mirror. You were disgusted by the cut, and your bruised face. You felt a tear rolling down your cheek. You leaned against the sink. You saw blood appearing in the sink. You shook your head. 'Ugh... I feel like I'm hallucinating again.' You said to yourself.
You locked yourself up in the bathroom. And sat down on the toilet. Even your hockey injuries were less worse than this. 
You kept seeing the whole entire scene over and over again. But this time it wasn't Lando who struck you. But it was Lincoln who did it. After 15 minutes you left the bathroom. All stressed out. How could you go to a club with Lando and your fiends?

Lando looked stunning. He looked at you. 'You sure you want to go?' He asked. 'Yeah.'

The cab pulled over in front of us. He made sure he had everything with him. When you got in, the cab drove off to the destination. At the party you felt better again. And you only took one drink. A tequila sunrise. Lando was with his friends. '10 o'clock.' Your British friend replied. 'See he's handsome.' She told you. Ashley followed her gaze. 'Him, he looks like the 45 cents of cup noodles.' Ashley laughed.
You laughed too, yeah she was right though. 'Is he alone?'
Ashley shrugged. I noticed him just talking to his friends and then nodded. 'Should I ask him? To dance?'
'Yes you should!' Ashley said. 
You and your friends watched her speaking to the 45 cents noodle haired guy. He looked very surprised but at the same time you'd see him nod. Your friends and you reacted like the Dutch just scored at a soccer match. Even you'd draw the attention of some bystanders. 'It's the tequila talking!' Your friend shouted. 'We are PARTYING AFTER ALL!' She then said. And spilled half of her drink, on the floor. 'WOOHOO!'
The guys were busy, hanging around the bar. You and your friends were dancing with the 45 cents noodle head. You and your friends figured out he was from Wales. For a few seconds you just forgot what happend to you until someone tried to kiss you. That was the straw for you. You kicked him in his nuts. And he shrunk to the ground. 'Fu*! You son of a-' he groaned. Lando grabbed you and pulled you against his body. His touches felt so scary. It wasn't you you mostly didn't mind if he did that. But instead. It made your skin crawl. 'Did you just— kicked a man in his ball-s?' He whispered in your ear. 'I don't feel like myself.' You said and turned around so you'd could face him. He removed his hands. And you then leaned against him. 'If it's too much. Just say that it is.' He said.
'It's just... I think Im traumatised. And just can't handle you or anything else. Except for laying down on your couch in my hoodie with a blanket. And a bucket of ice cream. 'That's fine.' He said. 'If you need a break, from me or work. We can do that. Alright?'

You nodded. 'Alright.'