Missing You // Lando Norris

Ch.30

There are precious moments, rare seconds in life where everything just stops. The world around you blurs and you're left in complete solace with nothing but the buzz of your own thoughts. Consciously unconscious, you exist, you hear, you see, you breathe and yet... you're not truly there. God knows where you are, what're you're thinking, who you're picturing... only you do.

Complete isolation. Silence. Reflection. It's golden, blissful.

Such occurrences are rare, a break from reality, a pause in the paradigm of life. A yearning breath.

Moments like these occur most commonly when you're bored, daydreaming I guess, in a school room or in a car or even at night when sleep escapes you. I like these moments. They allow for reflection, for consolation, for a little peace to decide what you're doing next, a savoured inhalation.

The road to the airport is short, and a complete blur, but by the time I'm stood in the lobby of the private terminal, my mind is completely made up. The lobby is bleak, a few photos of lavish airplanes adorning the walls, a little jar of candy atop the front desk. Simple, yet practical.

5 minutes. His plane leaves in 5 minutes. God, what a difference five minutes can make.

"I'm sorry ma'am, but boarding has begun and I really can't- " a prudent man, with grey hair and thinning brows looks at me earnestly from behind the desk.

"Is boarding complete?" I ask, my voice rife with desperation.

"I'm not sure, but- "

"Look, you're lovely and I know this'll be really inconvenient, but I really have to do this." I shoot him a smile, and before he can really digest what I'm doing, I rush towards the door which leads directly to the tarmac. It's a poorly considered decision, exposing myself to several dangers, but my heart pulls me forward.

And then, it sinks.

I watch the little white jet glint away into the distance, my heart in its cargo hold, my hopes dissipating with it.

Dejected, I sigh, turning back towards the door as I pull it sluggishly, my expression meeting the urgent one nestled on the prudent man's face. I expect a lot of paperwork awaits him.

Hours later

The monegasque sun hits me as I step onto the tarmac, this time legally, my hair a mess from a brief nap on the short flight. I hadn't even realised quite how exhausted my body was till I sat down on my plush seat, the prospect of not being able to do anything for an hour very appealing, so I allowed myself to shut down, though only briefly.

I know what you're thinking, I'm insane, chasing after a boy who I hated until yesterday as though I'll never get the opportunity to confess my feelings to him ever again. But, reader, I've recently learnt that not every day is promised, and I have a habit of not possessing the virtue of patience.

I can't help but wonder what Henry would say if he saw me right now. He'd be proud, I reckon, urging me on if anything. He'd always been a big advocate for chasing dreams, big and small, and was the type of person who couldn't sit still for too long because he was always trying to improve himself or the world around him. I often wondered how he managed to keep up with it all, taking life at a hundred miles an hour, but Henry was a resolute kid, and nothing really fazed him. I reckon he'd like Lando, and that he'd like what's growing between us.

A black Mercedes rolls up beside me, and I step inside, the cool air inside it providing a welcome distraction. I direct the driver to Lando's apartment, having asked Lily for his address, and the ride is short, which I'm inexplicably grateful for, the butterflies within my stomach ready to burst. I can never get over how gorgeous Monaco is, the Mediterranean greenery and classic architecture providing the perfect balance of summer beauty.