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

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After the race
Max laid there in the well known common hospital bed with a small red button next to him. The doctor handed me the research forms. Max stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before he noticed you. You walked over to him and kissed your brother on his head. He gave you an irritated gaze but you sat down next to him onto the bed. He leaned against your shoulder as you ran your hands through his head. 'I didn't know you'd come.' Max muttered. You massaged his hair and nodded. 'Well, till dad is here.' You told him. 'Still... I respect that.' Max smiled. 'Even when your boyfriend is racing.' You hesitated.. 'well..'
'Well what?' Max asked. 'Nothing.' You said.

Max didn't believe you. He sat up straight that's when Jos entered. 'Y/n I'll take care of him now.' Jos said. He hugged you. 'Call me when you need something Y/n.' Jos said and he let go of you.
'I'm going to return the car. Maybe I'll see you later?' You asked him. Dad nodded. 'Otherwise I'll see you at Zandvoort.'
He said. You walked out and got back into the car. You opened Instagram, a lot of hateful comments were post underneath your the F1 post about the crash. You sighed and checked out the mclaren story to see if Lando was still busy, and yes he was. He was enjoying his time with the fans. That ment you had enough time to bring the car back. Without him noticing. You drove off, the car engine growled as you sped up. You arrived at the Circuit and parked the car with one move. 'Where did you go?' Lando asked when you were out of the car. You turned around and met his gaze. 'I had to do something for Max.' You told him. 'Yeah? With my car? Without asking me first?' He asked.
'Why should I ask you first? Am I now allowed to visit Max? When he actually needs me.' You muttered.
'And besides you were busy.' You told him.

'You still could have asked me.' He replied. You motioned him too hold his hand out. And you dropped the keys in his handpalm. You avoided his gaze. 'I'm going to grab my stuff.' You said and walked around him. 'Y/n?' He asked as he turned around. 'What's wrong?' You ignored his question. 'Y/n!!' He shouted.
You turned around. 'Why don't you message Ashley and ask her what's wrong instead.'
Lando gave you a confused gaze. 'Who?'
You took a step towards him now standing in his personal space. 'Don't act stupid.' You said.
'You've been texting here since the Monaco GP!' You cried.
Lando remained silent. 'Is it because she's a model and I'm not?' You asked.
He looked down at the ground. 'Your an asshole.' You growled. He shook his head. 'Y/n please...' you wiped your tears away and then nodded. 'Maybe I should have stayed at Lincoln's. Because all you did was lie to me.'
You then stepped back, and realised a few fans had just filmed us. Lando stood there he looked over his shoulder and at the cameras. 'F*ck.' He muttered.

There goes our privacy we didn't have. You walked back to the paddock, and collected your stuff. You pushed Lincoln away in the hallway. 'What the hell?' He asked. He followed you outside to the parking lot. He grabbed you by your hand. 'Where was that for-' You interrupted him by kissing him. Lando saw what you did and he immediately froze.
Lincoln's breath smelled like alcohol and a mentos gum. You let go of him.
'Y/n why!' He freaked out. Lando didn't even dare to say anything else then just angrily moving his head back. Lincoln was some random bystander in this. 'It's over.' You said then. 'What?' He asked. 'I'm done.'
'Y/n you can't say that!' He said emotionally. 'Come on!' He insisted.