Lando Norris Shorts (Complete)

4. World Champion: Preparations

Today was the day. The sun glinted over the horizon of beautiful Abu Dhabi. Rays like toothpicks weaved through the city skyline, reflecting off the tall glassy buildings.

Shining into the presidential suite of a rather fancy hotel you two were staying at closeby to the track. It costed a pretty penny, but that meant absolutely nothing to you.

You both immediately became alert at the sound of Lando's alarm, not wasting a second to jump up and begin getting ready. The rich comforter was twisted and turned as a result of restless sleep. The whole room really was a mess. Clothes, suitcases, and equiptment were strewn everywhere in an anxiety induced intent.

"Good morning, Darling" You said gently, planting a soft kiss to Lando's forehead and tenderly grabbing the back of his head. "Good morning," Lando replied as he looked up at his gorgeous girlfriend showering him with affection.

His heart started beating faster; he really did love you with everything he had. After a few good-morning kisses, you both had gotten up towards your shared ensuite bathroom.

You had prepared weeks in advance for this race. Booking hair, nail, and style appointments to make sure everything was perfect. As for your outfit, you had settled on some champagne Manolo Blahnik pumps, your custom Rose De Vents structured miniskirt by Dior, and a flowy pink top by Alberta Ferretti. Your nails a sheer light pink, and carrying your cotton color sellier Kelly by Hermés.

You left your hair down, twisting it slightly into waves. Lando ran his fingers through his hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror intently.

After a "sub par" qualifying result, Lando had a lot of ground to make up starting further down on the grid. With this setback; and Russel, Hamilton and Verstappen at the front, the odds werent the best for Lando this year.

It had been a stellar season for him with two wins and many other podiums, but nobody held him to the pressure of obtaining the such prominent title. You believed he could do it, but hadnt told him as you didnt want to add any adequate pressure on top of the truckloads he empties onto himself.

Very few words were spoken as you two made your way down the elevator to the hotel lobby. Exiting the building, you could immediately feel the rush of warm air, and the echoes of the city bustle.

There was a mob of press already waiting, but no such provisioned efforts were made to spare the pittance of response. Lando opened the passenger gull-wing door of his Papaya P1 for you, and climbed into the drivers seat himself.

The engine roared to life and he began to carefully pull out of the hotel parking lot. Still no words were spoken; there were seemingly none to be said. You could cut the tension in the air with a knife.

As you were pulling up to the track, you grabbed for his hand and held it up to your lips. He was shaking. This was the last time you would see Lando until after the race, as he would be whisked off to the press.

Whispering into his hand once more, "sweetie, you will do great. Dont worry about anything. I will be watching you at every turn, rise and fall,". "I cant do it, everyone is counting on me, 'the rookie', to win. But I just dont think I can this time,".

You leaned in for one final sad kiss with your treasured boyfriend. Sweet tears began to glide down your cheeks, smudging your many layers of makeup.

You absolutely hated it when he beat himself up like this. Your interaction ended with Lando cupping your face with his hand, and looking into your eyes. Desperately searching for something, anything. Your cheeks grew warm at his magic touch. He brushed away your tears with his thumb before you guys were rudely interrupted.

"LANDO! There you are! We have been looking for you, get over here we are behind on schedule!" You didnt know who this man was, but Lando sure did as he noticiably grew weary and jumped out of the car to follow him.

"Win for me," you whispered, in an uttmost fervant tone. You saw the slightest bit of a nod from Lando, before your eye contact was broken and he had disappeared behind the wall of people and press.

When you arrived at the paddock, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. There were thousands upon thousands of people, with hundreds of security guards as well. The roars of cheers, and chants boomed around you.

You would be sitting in the vip area above the track, and towards the end of the race move down to the prime viewing area next to the finish line. You were to be gladly accompanied by Kelly Piquet, wife to Verstappen, and you two had developed a close knit friendship over the years of attending races.

You would also meet up with Cisca and Adam there too. You had met Lando's parents many times before on holidays and such, but they rarely attended races.

After flashing your double VIP passes and entering the main viewing area, you could finally get a grasp on the scene around you. The crowd was speckled with different color red, blue, and orange merchandise. Flags waving, people shouting. The crowd was full of energy and livid with anticipation.

It would only be a few more moments now before the checkered flag angrily whipped around and the race begun. Announcements were being made on the speaker, but almost everyone disregarded them. "I am excited to see what will happen, it really could be anyone's race," Kelly stammered.

A waitress was bringing drinks, just a lemonade for you now; you wanted to save the champagne for after. The sun grew tall in the sky, beating down upon everyone.

You hoped it wouldnt pose a problem for the drivers, as it is easy to overheat. The sand dunes in the distance glistened, as if they were littered with diamonds. The time had come now, the time you had all been waiting for.