Formula 1 House // 2022

🎭 ELEVEN 🎭

(This chapter includes Carlando!)

(Lando POV)
I sat beside Carlos, he had gotten me some snacks after I caught a cold from standing out in the rain. I sniffled and blew my nose with a tissue. I was sitting in bed eating a packet of crisps. Carlos got up and moved towards my bed, whispering something incomprehensible under his breath. Curious, I questioned him.

"What did you say?" I murmured.

"Nothing!" He spoke quickly and went bright red, I furrowed my brows. Probably something embarrassing? "I'm going to go tell Seb you're not feeling very well." He added and I nodded in reply, sneezing afterwards. I pulled out my phone and took a quick photo. Posting it on my instagram with the caption, 'Stood out in the rain last night for hours, caught a cold and not feeling very well 🤒🤧' I typed slowly, checking my spellings and reading it back to make sure it made sense before clicking the post button. I had muted my Instagram notifications as people were constantly texting me and commenting on my videos. Social media felt like a full time job. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I started coughing. I placed the phone down and lay under the covers, I hated trying to rest as with a snotty/blocked nose it was nearly impossible. Sebastian came into the room with a guilty look on his face, I assumed he felt bad about making me stand out in the rain now. A small grin grew on my face though he couldn't see it, I loved being the centre of attention. I made a pathetic sound and began milking it. Carlos frowned and walked over, hopping onto the end of my bed.

"I'm sorry Lando, I'll get you some medicine when I go to the shop later." Sebastian muttered before slowly closing the door behind him. A smug look sat on my face until Carlos looked at me.

"Go to sleep, you muppet." He gave a small laugh. I smiled and tried to fall asleep.

(Carlos POV)
A small smile sat on my face as I waited for Lando to fall asleep before moving closer and sitting beside his head, playing with his soft hair. I don't know why I did it, or what I was feeling but it was comfortable and not like Lando could judge him for it because he was asleep. Either way, I just sat there playing with his hair for a good few hours.

(Third person)
Daniel was cooking some food in the kitchen under the supervision of Lewis and Kevin who knew he couldn't be trusted alone in the kitchen but also took into account that he was bored and wanted to contribute. As long as he wasn't bored he didn't cause trouble, so it was easier to keep him occupied. They were making some pancakes and he kept putting everything on the wrong bit. Lewis sighed and was trying his best to keep all eyes on Daniel and remind him the recipe and where to put it everytime. It felt like a mother trying to cook with a four year old. Probably realistic enough considering most of the drivers acted like children ninety percent of the time. They all had their reasons so everyone tried their best not to judge each other. Though some did. Pierre came downstairs and spotted them cooking, looked at Daniel's food and gagged but pretended to look impressed.

"Looks nice!" He lied smoothly, protecting Daniel's big ego.

"Thanks! I'm a master chef!" Daniel replied with a big smile, but his food looked pretty burnt.

"Yeah, totally!" Pierre smiled awkwardly before walking away with a bag of crisps. Daniel looked back to his food and continued working on his masterpiece. Lewis thanked Pierre quietly and Kevin held back tears of laughter.

Sebastian came down at some point and began pacing back and forth.

"What's wrong Seb?" Lewis was the first to question the German's behaviour.

"Lando is sick and it's all my fault!" Sebastian mumbled, not very happy.

"It's not Seb. Calm down. I'll talk to you in our room once we've finished cooking this." Lewis reassured him, trying to prevent Sebastian from overthinking it like usual.

"OK, I'll go to our room now..." Seb spoke quietly before disappearing back upstairs.

"I'm done!" Daniel smiled brightly, taking off his chef's apron and putting it aside.

"Nice job! Go play FIFA with Max and Charles! They're in the basement/gaming room." Lewis smiled, "I'll let you know when it is ready to be eaten and decorated!" He added.

"OK!" Daniel simply said before running off and going downstairs into the basement/gaming room. They had transformed the house almost completely since their arrival. Everything had been repainted and rooms had new furniture. It was a lovely place now, not that it wasn't lovely before.