One Shots [Lando Norris x Reader]

❝ finally ❞

» Ribs by Lorde

Me and George, in the room, dressing up. Or let's just say that I'm the only one who's dressing up. George is all done from top to bottom, all suited up.

I'm all done with clothing, but not the hair. I'm still sitting on the vanity, with a hairstylist at the back busying with my hair. I just watch myself through the mirror.

The room is silence, we don't talk much. George is on his phone, scrolling through something. Or maybe a girlfriend. Ugh girlfriend. The one thing that I keep doubting about.

Almost all of my mates are having a girlfriend, expect for me. Like I'm the only one who's different.

Carlos, George, Charles, Alex, Max, Pierre, and so many more. Why I keep saying that I'm not enough for everyone? I don't know. It's just so hard to find the right one.

"Is she invited?" I ask George, my face still facing the bright mirorr. "Hm?" He hummed, finally looking up over his phone after a long time.

I stay quiet to let him memorise back the words I was saying. "Oh, who?" He remember, soon he ask. My question wasn't so detail so I understand him.

"Y/n Y/l/n, I mean". I said. I look to his face through the mirror, his head looking to the floor. "Oh that F2 driver who crashed.. 8 months ago?" He ask. "Yes!" I voluming up my voice. But not angrily.

Why he mentioning her through that terrible tragedy ever? It's not nice but just George being George.

George scoff and scroll back at his phone. But still answering my question. "Mate, she must be in her recovery you know". He said, scroll more. I roll my eye, slightly annoyed.

A sigh came out. He really don't know anything about her. "Omg mate, she got her recovery for 5 months and another 3 months, she's back to her racing you muppet".

I can hear his annoying slight laugh. "Wow, how can you know?" He said, turning off his phone. "Geez George. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, anything".

"So you also do follow her on instagram?" I shut my eye close and try not to stand up. Clara, my hairstylist at the back that still fixing my hair just stand awkwardly. This is quite embarrassing.

"Well I do follow her" I pause. "But I prefer getting the information from Formula 2 like their social media". At this point, I don't know if I lie or it's the truth.

George get back to silence, but still not answering my main question. I tsked and sigh before I began to talk again. "I'm asking you if she's invited". I repeat.

George hesitantly look up from his phone. What is he up to? Is there something that I don't know? Well I think I am. That's Y/n. Why I keep worrying about her?

Maybe I like her. I do?

"Oh yeah um, no I don't know mate". He said, putting his eye back on his phone screen.

Why each boyfriends in this world will always busy with their phone. Here I am, being single like forever. One of the perks being a driver is a girlfriend but it don't seems like one of mine.

"If you really do like her, you have to wait, and be patient. You don't have to be like you're forced to do it. Talk to her in your own mood, choose the right timing, get to know her time by time slowly so she will get comfortable with you".

"Then make friends with her. When you already did, don't go to fast. Slowly get closer and closer to her depend on the situation or herself".

Me and George look at my hairstylist out of words, widened eye, all drop into silence.