Drive to Survive [Lando Norris]

-22-

After a longer than intended conversation with George, Willow had to go to the bathroom. She wasn't drunk at all, just a bit light headed, but she still knew exactly what she was doing. 

After her bathroom visit she went back inside the club. She joined a rather larger table where almost all of the drivers were chatting. 

Not something she would usually do, but she had no where else to go, and both Pierre and George were sat at the table as well. Along with Carlos, Charles, Lewis, Max, Checo, Lance, Mick, Antonio and Daniel. 

Moments later and people were still chatting along with each other. Willow on the other half had finished the last of her drink and was now just looking around the club not really listening to the conversations around her. 

And that's when she spotted it. She recognized his curly brown hair shining under the disco lights as he was dancing very closely with another person who's arms were wrapped around his neck while his arms were wrapped around the persons waist. 

Lando hadn't noticed her still starring at him, where she had now noticed that it was a beautiful girl that he was dancing that closely with. Kinda tall, black curls and a very revealing dress, but she was still very beautiful. 

Willow looked away again not wanting to think about him right now. Of course she couldn't avoid him tonight, and she had been stupid for thinking that. 

"Willow, are you okay?" she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at George who sat next to her with a worried look on his face. 

"Yeah I just... need some water. I'll be back" she replied and stood up from her chair before making her way towards the bar. 

As she stood by the bar drinking her glass of water she looked out on the crowd again, but luckily couldn't see Lando or the girl anywhere. 

Feeling herself getting more and more dizzy from the loud music and LED lights, she decided to step outside for a bit. The weather was rather warm considering they were in Portugal, so she wasn't freezing, when she sat down right outside the club for a moment of peace. 

Starring into the night, Willow let her thoughts wander of to the most bizarre places. Ever since her talk with Lando, she had felt more weird and emptier than usual. When she talked to Pierre or maybe George, as she did tonight, she did feel happy for a bit. 

But the moment she wasn't talking to Pierre or George anymore, or the moment she wasn't racing or talking about racing anymore, she was back to feeling weird and empty. She couldn't understand why she was feeling like that. 

She didn't wanna believe that it was Lando, who made her feel like this. But then again, she had never felt like this before. Sure, she had felt empty and angry before, but that was mostly when a race went bad, or when she talked to her parents. 

But this was different. It was like she couldn't escape this weird feeling no matter what she did, and it was slowly driving her crazy. 

After sitting outside for a few minutes her piece was interrupted by two voices. One which were far too familiar, and one whom Willow didn't recognize. She looked at the doors to the club where a tipsy Lando came out holding hands with that same beautiful girl he had just been dancing with a few moments earlier. 

They hadn't noticed Willow, which made a lot of sense since they were now too busy eating each others faces. They had crashed their lips together and was hardcore making out in front of Willow, who tried to hide behind some plants while she just starred at the sight feeling her usual empty feeling being amplified. 

"Let's get out of here" The girl whisper laughed before kissing Lando again. 

Willow couldn't hear what Lando responded, but he must have said yes since they now walked away from the club and vanished into the night. 

It wasn't until they were out of sight that Willow noticed the tears silently running down her cheeks and she was sat in a fetal position hugging her legs. 

She just sat there having a minor panic attack and letting all her tears stream down her cheeks. She had no idea how long she had sat there, but suddenly Pierre was kneeling down in front of her pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. 

"Hey calm down, Willow. Just breathe. it's me, Pierre. Just breathe, Will, breathe" he said rubbing her arms and back in a desperate attempt to calm her down. 

She still seemed completely shaken and broken, but after many tries and many reassuring words, her breathing slowly regained it's normal tempo, and she took a couple of deep breaths before she could finally look at Pierre, even though her sight was slightly blurry from the tears. 

Pierre noticed and took the hem of his shirt and wiped her eyes carefully along with the fresher tears. 

"Jesus Christ, Will. What on Earth happened?" he asked with a very worried look on his face.

Willow tried to say something, but she couldn't.

"Come here, I've called a taxi. Let's go home" Pierre said and was able to pull her on his feet. 

He took his thin jacket on and wrapped it around Willow as they waited for the taxi. 

Soon they were back in Willow's hotel room where Pierre sat her down on her bed before sitting down besides her. 

"Will, I know you hate talking about your feelings, but you gotta give me something. Please talk to me, and tell me what happened and what has happened with you recently" Pierre begged looking at Willow. 

She looked at Pierre and took a very deep breath. 

"I think, I've made a huge mistake" she said...