F1 onehots

Princess - George Russel

It's been an awfully long day. I just want to curl up into bed but need to stay up until my boyfriend finishes his post-race interviews so I patiently wait curled up on the coach in the motorhome. I could've waited at the end of the interview line so you could leave immediately leave but I am too tired to stand waiting. It was a long day after a long weekend. I get up to pack some of Lando's belongings into a bag so when he gets back he doesn't have to worry about packing his stuff. He'd finished p12 and he was more than pissed considering he started on p3. I pack his bag and look at the clock, those interviews are taking awfully long. I open the door to the hallway, the motorhome was completely empty. Three doors down I reach the bathroom which isn't locked. All that I need still is lando's soap and I can go over to the interview lane to see why it's taking so long. I open the door and the bag I was holding slips from my hands. Wrapped around Lando's fair skinned hips were a pair of freshly shaven brown model legs. He was still pounding into her, not even hearing the sound of the bag landing on the ground with a tud, until he felt the cold air from the door being open on his skin.  He makes eye contact and that's when I realise what's happening and start moving. I run back to his room grab my bag and sprint down the stairs. I open the door and hear him call after me. "Y/N!" I look up to the balcony only to see him standing there with a towel around his waist. I choke up on my words so I just shake my head and pull the door close behind me. I can't leave though the press like this. I look at my reflection in the window apparently I hadn't been crying yet. I choke back a sob and turn around, not here. Where to go? Can't stay here, need to move. My brain was in survival mode. It wasn't too busy around the motorhomes so no one saw, good. I tremble my phone out of my pockets and hover over my contacts as I make my way to an ally I can't keep standing in front of the McLaren home what if Lando comes out, or the model. 

"Hello Hello George speaking how can I help" A mocking customer service voice picked up the phone on the other side. 

"G-George" The sobs come out but I try to choke them back, not in public not here. 

"Y/N, what's wrong where are you, I'll come find you" 

"McLaren... in an ally" As I pull the hood of my hoodie over my head I realise it's Lando's. I wrestle my way out of the hoodie as fast as I can and kick it aside. It's cold, too cold to be standing here in a tank top, but his hoodie felt like it was burning in on my skin.

Footsteps rush around the corner. Not Lando please... It's George. He rushes over as he pulls off his hoodie seeing me shiver. "Come here, what happened? Just deep breaths." He pulls his hoodie over my head guiding my arms into the sleeves.

"I-... Lando... leave?" I stammer out words between my sobs. George grabs my backpack and swings it around his shoulder. I pull the hood of his hoodie over my head. He guides us to the Williams motorhome. "Want to talk about it?" I shake my head and stare of into the distance. Why would Lando cheat on me? Especially now that both our careers took a dump. I thought we would need each other. George moves up the stairs and leaves me standing, waiting by the entrance. I am lucky to have a best friend so nearby. Latifi comes out of their meeting room and looks at me. "Y/n? What happend?" Good so it's noticeable. I shake my head and stare off again, I so do not need to  talk to anyone right now. He looks at me one more time before also going up the stairs. At the sound of the movement I follow him with my eyes and see George waiting to go down the stairs.  He sends me a pitiful smile and I look away again. When he's down he grabs my backpack again and we both walk outside. "Here wear some sunglasses we have to pass the press at any exit we can't avoid them." I slide on the sunglasses and move my hair in front of my cheeks to cover the red tear stains. "Great" I mutter as the camera's start flashing. I am sure this news will travel fast

It's been a few weeks since me and Lando broke up. He was now dating her, Yolanda Maas. He sure had a thing for dutch girls. I'd been bringing out song after song. It had been rewarding, people could relate to my music. To know other people had been going through it as well made it all so much less painful. I had booked my first show after my flopped tour year ago. Things were looking up for both me and Lando, maybe we had held each other back. George had been great to me. My number one fan. He bought tickets to my show as soon as he heard. Even though I promised him backstage tickets. " I want to be in the front row! Singing every song as loud as I can."