Missing You // Lando Norris

Ch.9

Lando and I's relationship is to be announced after this week's race, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't absolutely dreading it.

The date hadn't been awful, but I definitely hadn't enjoyed it, Lando's inquisitive yet mocking look replaying in my mind. My phone buzzes.

Charles: Are you free tonight?

I ponder. Lando and I aren't officially in a relationship yet, so there's no harm in seeing Charles.

Ana: What do you have in mind?

Charles: I know a good bar... see you at 8? I'll text you address xx

I smile at Charles' message, feeling devious. As I get ready, I put far more effort into my look as opposed to my 'date' with Lando. I even put heels on, which rarely happens, unless I'm really trying to impress.

For a moment, I ponder whether this is a good idea. Whilst no one knew about my supposed relationship with Lando yet, if Lando or Will saw me tonight I'd be done for. I know Lando would do little more than judge me profusely, perhaps calling me easy once more as though he doesn't sleep in someone else's bed every night. I was more worried about Will's reaction, for I knew my brother's rational nature would be disappointed in this reckless move which threatened to ruin our plan before it even began.

I deserve to have fun, the devil on my shoulder whispers, and I can't help but agree. I continue with my makeup, doing a dark smoky eye.

Satisfied, I venture down to the lobby, where I find Charles waiting for me, a wide smile on his face.

He greets me, and we promptly walk to the bar, an excited chatter arising between us. The bar we arrive at is beautiful: it has an art-deco vibe to it, a scene from a Parisian film, and it fits Charles' vibe perfectly.

"So, what can I buy you to drink?" Charles looks at me expectantly.

"A margarita perhaps?" I reply with a smile, earning a kind one in response as Charles walks off to the bar.

He returns, and we begin to talk, the drinks flowing. We talk about nothing of importance, largely about his racing career and how exciting it is to travel the world, but I find myself completely engaged in his words.

Eventually, we're both a couple of drinks down, giggling as we look into each other's eyes lustfully.

"Would you like to come back with me?" Charles looks at me, his eyes light with hope.

"Sure." The alcohol prompts my response, though I am sober enough to know it's what I want.

We walk back to the hotel, and I can't help but look over my shoulder every now and then, worried that someone might see us.
"Are you okay?" Charles' thick Monegasque accent prompts, his eyes concerned as we enter the hotel.

"Never better." I wink at him, grabbing his tie as we enter the lift.

As soon as the lift doors close, our lips smash into each other, drunken lust taking over. I wrap my arms around Charles' neck, his body pressing into mine as we lean on the lift's wall. One of his hands runs down my shoulder and up my thigh, a shiver crossing my spine in response.

"Anastasia, you are beautiful." Charles lets out a sigh. I smile warmly, attempting to resume our kiss.

"I must tell you though, I am not looking for relationship, okay?" Charles pulls away to look into my eyes, his pulling with concern.

"Obviously." I force my words out, focused on resuming our kiss. Satisfied, Charles wraps his arm around me once more, leading me out of the hallway and down the hall.

We stumble into Charles' room, the kiss intensifying as lust takes over my body. I fall onto his bed, smirking up at him lustfully, as Charles begins to run his hands all over me.

Then, out of nowhere, something within me flips, like a switch being abruptly turned off.

"I can't do this." I stutter, breaking our kiss as Charles immediately moves away from me.

"Anastasia, have I done something wrong?" Charles looks at me, concern filling his green eyes.

"No, I'm sorry, I've got to go." I look down, moving towards the door as quickly as I can. I press the lift button far more times than necessary and am out of breath by the time I enter it.

In the lift, I feel as though I'm about to have a panic attack, the walls closing around me as I suffocate on my own breaths. I count down the floors as the lift moves, calming myself down for the time being.

Why was I like this?

I feel tears pooling my eyes, some of them from the panic attack and others from embarrassment. As I finally reach my floor, it feels as though the floor under me is about to collapse, and the door can't open fast enough.

It finally does, and I'm confronted with my worst nightmare. Someone stands in my path to the door, and that someone happens to be Lando.

I attempt to rush past him, his face shocked as he recognises me, but he grabs my arm as I move next to him.

"Anastasia, what's wrong?" He asks, his grip on my arm iron.

"Since when the fuck do you care?" I spit back, wishing to be in my room and away from him before I have a complete breakdown.

"Whatever." Lando scoffs, letting go of my arm as I rush off down the hallway and into my room, not even bothering to look back at the boy stood watching me.

Lando's pov...

Since when the fuck do you care? She's right, I don't. Or at least I'm pretty sure I don't, for our 'date' had done little to solve my distaste for the blonde girl.

I roll my eyes, deflected at being brushed off so harshly when I had extended an olive branch to her. After all, it was a natural reaction to ask someone you know whether they're alright when you see them crying.

Fuck her, I resolve, my pity somewhat disappearing as quickly as Anastasia did down the hall.

I can't help but think of our dinner earlier, her reluctance to meet my eyes and her soft smile as she smoke of her passion for piano. Whilst the girl was largely intolerable, I could handle her in small chunks such as that, refusing to be defeated by a cry baby.

I wonder what made her so upset. Perhaps she'd had a bad phone call? An argument with a friend? Fell over? God knows with that girl anything was possible.

Since when the fuck do you care? I don't.

She looked like she'd been somewhere, the faint smell of alcohol lingering on her, her hair dishevelled. Where had she been?

Since when the fuck do you care? I don't, its human to react when someone's clearly distressed.

She had tears in her eyes, her breathing heavy. Had someone hurt her?

Since when the fuck do you care? I don't. Fuck this, I need a drink.

A/N

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