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

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You stayed with Marcel in his grandma's apartment. He was terrified by what just happend. 'You kissed him?' He asked as he took a sip from his glass of scotch whiskey. 'Yeah I did.' You replied to him and you sat down onto the chair next to him. 'Lando fits more than him. In a good way not dirty.' He said. 'Stop the alcohol is talking.' You replied.
He looked at his glass. 'Y/n. Whatever is between you and Lando it will all be okay.' He told you. You shook your head 'it won't. Marcel.' You grunted. You took his glass and took a sip. 'Y/n?' He asked as he took the glass from my hands.
'Don't drunk drink yourself.' He warned.

You grabbed your phone a lot of comments and tags popped up, you hung your head. You opened the comment section underneath a post you were tagged in. 'Jesus Y/n.' Marcel said as he pulled your phone from your hand. 'They actually said that?'
Marcel shook his head. 'Of course not, some of them do not realise what privacy means.'

'If you say so.' You replied. He lifted your chin up. 'Let me remind you off the first time we met.'
'Yeah I thought you were going to kidnap me.' You murmured. He grinned. 'I would.'
He then checked you out. 'Take some rest.' He offered.

Lando's POV

I arrived home during midnight, the door squeaked as I opened it. I made my way down upstairs and straight into bed. I didn't know if I'd really pissed Y/n off. She did kiss her enemy in front of me. I was disgusted. Of her and myself. I didn't even know how to react. 'Lando!' Max yelled interrupting me in my thoughts. 'I've freakin' red everything wha-' he didn't finish his sentence as he stared into the room. 'Dude? Are you okay?' He asked. 'Does it look like I'm okay?' I replied to him. 'I've read it on Instagram. You've to explain why you two broke up.'  Max said. I said straight. 'Why does that even need explanation Max? Whole entire Instagram is filled with it.'
'Yeah her story not yours.'

'So let's be honest who's Ashley and why did you text her?' Max asked.
I ran my hand through my hair. And then sighed. 'Max Verstappen won the Monaco GP, as usual he threw a party. Max insisted me to drink something... one drink.'
'It says enough.' Max told. 'You were screwing with a model.'
Lando hung his head. 'Shut up. And the worst thing of all it's one of Kelly's friends.' 
'Whatever Y/n thinks now, she'll forgive you. She always does. Some kind of a weak spot of hers.'
I gave Max a confused gaze. 'You act like you slept with her.'
Max coughed. 'Oh no no no. As a friend.'

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Next morning

You woke up in Marcel's kingsize bed. Luckily he slept onto the couch in the living room. You met Marcel at the dining room he was pouring coffee in two cups. 'Good morning.' Lincoln said. You froze and shot Marcel a gaze. Marcel stalled his bagel. 'I can explain.' He said. As he handed you the cup. 'He's here to apologise to you.' Marcel said.
'Wow did you strangle him?' You replied. 'No. Almost.' Marcel replied. Lincoln rolled with his eyes.  'Yeah your homosexual friend advised we should talk.' Lincoln said while crossing his arms. 'Wait what?' You asked and looked at Marcel who was taking a sip from his flat white. 'Since when?' You asked him. Marcel stared at his cup. And then smiled. 'If I may be honest I'm not. He's overreacting.' Marcel said.
'I'm confused.' You replied.
'Are you both gay?' You asked. 'No.' Lincoln said. 'He is.' He said and pointed at Marcel.
'I thought you had a girlfriend.' You said to Marcel. 'She passed away.' He replied.
'Oh shit I'm sorry.'

Marcel didn't reply. 'Alright Y/n why don't you get dressed and I'll drive you to London.' He offered.
Lincoln watched you hugging Marcel before leaving the room. You weren't really sure you wanted to see Lando. You had to grab a few stuff from home. When you were done showering you dressed up into your tall blazer. And met Lincoln and Marcel. 'I'm ready.'

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You were left in the backseat while Lincoln sat on the passenger seat next to Marcel. 'So tell me who are you seeing Marcel. What is his name?' You asked. Marcel looked in the mirror. 'Why do you think I'm seeing someone?' Marcel asked as he pulled over at the traffic lights. 'It's obvious.' You replied.
Marcel smirked. 'Alright sweetheart.' He said. When the lights turned green he took a left. 'Well in Monaco I met someone called Lorenzo.' Marcel said. 'Funny this it was after I tried to kidnap you.' Marcel said proudly. Lincoln remained silent. He just carefully listened. The Porsche Cayenne growled as Marcel sped up. It was an 1 hour and 40 minute drive from here to London.

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Lando's POV
I answered the phone it was of course Max Verstappen himself. 'Yo Max.' I greeted.
'How are you doing Max? It must have been a hell of a crazy weekend.' I said opening the conversation.
'Well yeah. I'm still not feeling well. But luckily they kicked me out of the hospital.' Max said with his Dutch accent. 'Good to hear,' I replied. 'But why'd you call?' I continued. 'I wanted to ask where Y/n is.' Max said.

'She didn't answer my phone.' Max added. I sighed. 'I don't know where she is.'
'You don't know?'
'No.' I didn't know where Y/n is, I thought she went to Max. 'I thought she was with you.'
'She was, but she left.' Max replied. 'Maybe check her on find my Iphone.' I suggested.
'Oh yeah I forgot that existed.' Max replied.
'Tell me when you know where she is.' I told to Max.