Deafening cheers erupted from the audience like a volcano.
Cries of triumph echoed from every corner of the establishment.
You about fainted, but luckily Adam reached out an arm in time to stabilize your shoulder.
Tears of joy streamed down your face, and you didnt try and stop them like last time.
You were full on crying as the Sports Network cameras panned towards you in the stand.
Your senses were all blurred together, feeling as if you were on some horrible kind of drug.
Lando had stopped near the middle of the straightaway, and the rest of the cars compiled in to finish off the race.
Everything was done. Over.
The season had ended.
You watched through clouded vision Lando emerging from his car and standing atop it, fists pumping in the air. The McLaren pit crew swarmed onto the track to meet with him.
However, the first thing Lando did was turn towards you. He was running.
You could tell he was exausted from his body language alone, but he pushed through.
As soon as he reached you, he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you over the barrier.
The world's eyes were watching you two in this moment. But you didnt care. You were just so proud of him; indescribably.
He set you down on the track, and you were the first to hug him tightly, the feeling of his warm racing suit under your fingertips.
He curled his arms around you, sandwiching you in radiation.
Your blue eyes were a faucet.
He still had his helmet on, but you kissed the outside of it anyways.
Hundreds of clicks and snaps went on around you, and announcements almost contunuously blared. You caught a quick glimpse of Lando's beautiful icy eyes.
But something was wrong.
You had realized he became overwhelmed with heat exhaustion.
Complaining about it yourself in the air conditioned VIP lounge, it never crossed your mind how the Abu Dhabi heat took a toll on the drivers. Especially today.
His eyes told an unspoken story. Sweat glistened all over his face, and he looked pretty flushed.
Drivers, team members, reporters, and photographers closed in on Lando, slapping his back and arms out of celebration.
He unclipped the hinge keeping his helmet on with some difficulty, and you yanked it off.
Adrenaline rushed through your veins, and you had now gained full consciousness.
You reached for the fire protection mask on his face as well. It was glued to his face with water, but you had yanked that off as well.
Everyone around was celebrating and screaming, but you were about to faint again. His face was bright red, but this still hadnt gotten the attention of others around you.
You felt the his scalding temperature, placing the back of your hand to his cheek.
After a few minutes of celebration and screams, Lando was whisked off again by his manager.
But this time you followed him. You weaved through the crowd, with your Hermès bag swinging.
You followed them past the threshold into the pit lane in hot pursuit. You had to make sure Lando was okay.
Still carrying his helmet and sleeve, you rushed to find somewhere to put them down.
The crowds were slightly confused on why he had dissapeared so suddendly, crowding at the entrance. "You can rest for a few minutes, then we have to rush to the podium" his manager gestured to him, staring at a clipboard.
The sounds of outside became muffeled as you followed your boyfriend into a back room.
There was a small line of McLaren branded plastic waterbottles on a table, along with a sink, towels, snack bowl, soap, and chairs. (Not completed yet, will resume working on this in a bit) 🥰
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Lando Norris Shorts (Complete)
RomanceEnjoy an encapsulating series filled with short scenarios between you (Y/N) and Lando Norris, the upcoming Formula One rookie. These scenarios feature different exciting events, and treasured moments in life. Embark on these events as a whole diffe...