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

~15~

You are woken up by a loud bang. Someone slammed the door shut, while you were sleeping. You heard the engine of Lando's McLaren, he was still mad. You ignored it, and grabbed your phone. Realising your friend in the Netherlands tried to reach you four times already. You pressed on your friends' name and called your friend back.

'Finally you answered!' Your friend said with relief.
'Was it that urgent?' You asked while wiping your eyes with your sleep. 'Yeah, I want you to come to my grandma's funeral. We've been thinking a lot about asking you to come. Because of our history together. But then we realised you might be busy.' Your friend explained, you shook your head. 'You should have asked me earlier. No worries about my schedule. Besides things might have changed around here.' You replied. You looked around and then rested your gaze on the flat screen. 'But my condolences on your grandma. She was an absolute bad ass. I mean how she used to walk her dog in her neighbour's backyard because he always yelled at her while she was cleaning her backyard. And her cooking. She was so talented.' You told your friend. 'Yeah, I can't believe she died of the flu.' Your friend mumbled.
'She died of the flu?' You asked. 'Yeah, she was 98 you know. She was leaving unhealthy because she knew she"d die sometime. But enough about my grandma's sickness. Let's just remember how she was for us. Like how she treated our friend group. I mean. My besties were hers too.' Your friend laughed.
'So when's her funeral?' You asked while grabbing a pen and a paper to write the date on. 'This Friday at 4.30 pm i do not know for sure if you can catch a plane on time or a boat I don't know.' Your friend asked.
You noted it and put the pencil down. 'I'll make it, don't worry.' You replied. 'But hey, Y/n I haven't asked you how you've been.' Your friend said.

You gulped, 'could be better.' You replied. 'What? I've seen every single race how's your team not doing well?!' Your friend growled. 'No that's not it. I might have lost Lando and some other stuff.'
'Girl, tell me my 4g is almost gone but I don't give a f*ck.' Your friend said.
'There was this American driver. Yeah?' You started. 'Yeah the hot one right?' Your bestie replied.
'Exactly, him. He looks hot and he is but he's a dick.' You told. 'Why? What did he do?'
'I didn't know alright. I was unconscious when he did something to me.' You told her.
'Did he rape you?' Your friend asked. 'I think so.' You mumbled.
'WHAT THE VACK!?'
'You know what's even worse? That he blamed everything on me. And turned Lando and Max against me.' You explained.
'But your at Lando's right? At least on your snap map. It says you are at his house.'
'Yes I am at his house.'
'So did he turned out to be thrusting again?' Your bestie asked.
'He did, before he found out what happened. He also might have hit me.'
It fell silent. 'I'll kill him.'
'Don't. I will figure this out alright and also I will notify you when I'm in the Netherlands.' You told her. 
'Great Y/n Love you and stay strong you'll be back home soon.' Your friend replied.
You closed your phone and took a shower. You jumped when Lando disturbed you by grabbing something.
AH!
He looked at you, 'Turn around!' You snapped.  He did as what you demanded him to do. 'I thought you left.' You said.
'I did.' He replied.
'Can we talk about yesterday?' He asked you still staring at the door. You didn't want to talk about it. 'No.  It I do have to tell you something.' You said to him. 'What?' He asked.
'I've to go to the Netherlands. This week. It's for a funeral.' You replied.
'Who died?'  He asked.
'Someone I knew from my childhood.' You said. You turned of the shower and grabbed a towel.
'My condolences.'
You passed him by. You felt him staring at you. 'Y/n. I do want to talk about yesterday.' He said. You sighed. 'I don't want to.' You replied. And walked out of the bathroom.

Lando's POV

I watched Y/n leave the room then turned around and looked into the mirror. Everything what happend just made me feel angry, I realised Y/n was afraid of making me mad. But that might explain her insecure behaviour. Perhaps she's afraid of me, getting angry at her. But I'm not, besides who to blame for what happend that night at the hotel? It was definitely Lincoln's fault he set me up. He made me believe it was Y/n's fault. But every single time I thought about Lincoln it made me sick. And it made me feel sorry for what I did at the paddocks. I hated what I did. But how can I make it up to her? I felt a tear. But I shook my head and threw water in my face as I leaned on the sink.
It's my fault.