𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼. || Lando Norris

✨Part-67✨

"Honestly what am I even doing here?" He looked at the journalist.

"You're giving an interview! You finished second, congrats on the result Lando." The journalist laughed.

"I'm not even supposed to be here." Land marched out of the media pen.

"Where do you think you're going!?" Charlotte chased after him.

"I don't want to be here! While I'm giving pointless interviews here some dude is cozying up to my love." He continued walking towards the motorhomes.

"You're being irrational!"

"No I'm not! She told me he was watching the race with them. He's sitting in their living room, probably having a good time right now. That should be me!" He barged into his little room, looking for his car keys.

"I'm not going to let you go." Charlotte blocked him.

"You can try," he ducked under her, "but there's no stopping me."

He sprinted to the parking lot, got into his car and drove away. People were looking around in confusion, he was on the podium! What could have possibly upset him so much that had to leave so soon?

The loud engine of the car turned heads when he drove into the quieter lanes of where Claire lived, he pulled into that familiar driveway and hopped out of the car. He ran to the front door and impatiently knocked the door, it was only when Grace looked at him in surprise he got self conscious.

"Can I... talk to her?" He asked scratching the back of his neck. "It's best we talk outside."

"Who is it mom?" Claire asked as she walked out of the living room, she froze as soon as their eyes met.

"Claire, I'm done playing games! I've had enough." He declared in frustration.

"What's wrong with you?" She muttered walking through the hallway, out of the house on the steps to face him.

"What's wrong with me?" He scoffed, "what's wrong with you?"

"What are you even saying?" She looked at him in confusion.

"I'm literally in love with you and you tell me you're spending the weekend with some friend you reconnected with." He ran his fingers through his hair, "and to make it worse it looks like your parents like him too."

He noticed a mischievous smile curl up on her face, he had walked right into her ruse.

"Stop smirking! That's evil! You're literally playing with the strings of my heart."

He took a seat on the steps that led up to her door, turned back to look at her, inviting her to come sit next to him. She sat next to him, he glanced at her before continuing.

"You, you got me good Claire." He smiled, "I've told you what you mean to me, way too many times. So... now all I can do is beg for another chance."

Sitting right there, in the moment Claire took a moment to take a look at him in. He was sitting here, on her front door, soaked in champagne and his own sweat, asking for a second chance. Not to add he had a good race and the only thing on his mind was her!

She felt special in this moment, how many people could brag about this exact situation? Possibly no one!

"Claire, are you even listening to me?" He looked at her. She didn't realise she had completely zoned out, and he had been rambling on for the past few minutes.

"The look on your face tells me you didn't hear a word." He laughed.

"I was but then you kept speaking and my mind drifted away."

"To what?"

"Why did things go down the way they had to?" She looked at him with her teary eyes, "because, I'll be honest, I feel like I'm on cloud nine when I'm with you."

He reached for her hand and held it close to his chest before placing a gentle kiss on it, he felt her body tense up. "I don't believe in the everything happens for a reason theory. I think what felt right in the moment just happened." He said.

"So... what do we know?"

"You still haven't told me if I get a second chance or not! Because I'm getting nervous! I'm getting so nervous! Can you hear my heart beat? It's beating so fast-" His breath was taken away, she pressed her lips on to his.

"I think that says enough." She smiled withdrawing from the kiss.

"You know verbal confirmation would make me feel a little better." He joked.

"Yes. Let's start over, not make the mistakes we made." She kissed him again.

"And communicate. Well, that's more for me. When I'm upset I'm going to tell you, not bottle it all in and freeze you out." He promised.

"God I've missed you." She smiled hugging him.

"I'm in dirty overalls and that's okay with you?" He laughed, pressing her closer to his chest.

"If anything it drives me crazy!" She smirked running her fingers through his hair.

"Control yourself young woman! We're in public!" He laughed standing up, offering his hand to her.

"Now come on in, mom was baking something let's dig in." She opened the door to let themselves in.

At the click of the door, Ophelia was already crawling out of the living room to see who it was. On seeing her parents she sat up and laughed in joy for them.

"Hello my Little Worm!"

"Now I mind this! Don't you even think about picking her up, you've got so much filth on you!" Claire scooped Ophelia up.

"I'd change into nicer clothes, but I kind of fled from the circuit."

Claire let out a little chuckle, she told him to give her some time. Claire got her phone, as expected she had messages from Charlotte asking if she had seen Lando.

"Don't tell her I'm here, she'll skin me alive."

"I can't lie to her!"

"She doesn't have to know you saw those messages. I'll clean up real quick, where's the washroom?"

He excused himself and cleaned himself, there was nothing he could wear besides his overalls. He walked into the living room with his race suit half zipped up, the top tied around his waist. He felt strange, because normally he would have his friends do the same thing with him.

That wasn't the case here, everyone else was normally dressed but the glances Claire was stealing at him was a clear indicator that he looked just fine. In fact irresistible to her, the only spot available on the table was right next to the man because of who the chaos had unleashed, Yannick.

The group ate pie in silence, Grace was dying to ask the young pair questions but was fighting the urge. Yannick looked at Lando, he smiled and  whispered that he wanted to say something to him.

"Sure, what's it?" Lando asked quietly.

"I already have a partner, I wasn't even a threat." He chuckled.

"Oh!" Lando remarked, now visibly blushing.