Flowers || Lando Norris || Mick Schumacher

10. In too deep

"Hey are you ready to go?" Mick knocks on the bathroom door "Yeah! Two minutes." I shout back. I pull on my silk pink dress adjusting the slit so it rests nicely against the side of my thigh, checking my glam makeup in the mirror and brushing my curled hair out my face.

I step out of the bathroom slipping on my white heels, Mick's sitting on my bed scrolling through his phone. He hears me approaching him, his mouth opens to say something before it shuts quickly as he looks me up and down. "You look unbelievable, Al." He gets up holding his arm out for me to take. He's dressed in a cream polo shirt and fitted black trousers which suit him very well. "You look very smart Mickie." I take his arm, allowing him to lead me to his car. He opens the door for me before sliding into the drivers seat beside me.

I take extra notice of his arm flexing as he turns the wheel, his concentrated face accentuating his jaw. I don't know what it is but he looks so hot tonight, maybe it's his tight clothes which hug his body perfectly or maybe it's his neatly styled hair that draws me to him.

"What?" His blue eyes briefly meet mine. "Nothing, Just admiring my handsome best friend." I say without thinking, I've no idea where that burst of confidence came from. He lets out a small laugh to cover up his pink cheeks. "Be quiet Angel."

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He pulls up outside the club passing his keys to the valet and reaches for my hand, interlocking our fingers. "I don't want to lose you." He mumbles squeezing my hand gently before entering the very busy club.

We weave through the crowd making our way to the VIP lounge where some of the drivers are sitting. "Charles!" I shout over the music "You made it." He gets up to greet us, patting Mick on the shoulder and pulling me into a quick hug. "Of course, we wouldn't miss this." I smile, he motions to the table taking his seat again.

I find a space beside Pierre and Max I greet the two drivers turning to chat with Pierre. "Alli, I saw your pictures today, you better make me look that good when you're working for us." Pierre laughs passing me a drink of tequila they'd ordered for me before we arrived. "Not sure if you've got the angles for it Gasly." I tease, he shoots me a playful glare and shoves me gently. "I'll remember that." He smirks sipping on his drink.

"Want another drink?" Pierre asks as I finish the last of the drink in my glass. "Only if you're paying." I grin. "Come on then, you at least have to work for it." He stands motioning for me to follow "Next rounds on me!" He shouts to the table receiving some cheers from the group.

I follow Pierre to the bar, his hand holding my elbow so he doesn't lose me. Pierre orders A round of shots for the table "Do you want to get us all drunk?" I scrunch my nose up at him receiving a laugh in return. "I would love to see Charles wrecked tonight if i'm being honest, it's always a good time." He chuckles.

"Are you ready for the best weekend ever with Alpha Tauri next week?" Pierre asks, tapping his fingers against the bar. "I've never properly met the team so i'm a bit nervous but i'm sure it'll be a good time." I reply honestly. "Text me when you're in Saudi and i'll be your personal Alpha Tauri guide." He grins. "Will do." I smile back.

"Is that Carlos and Lando?" My head perks up trying to get a better look at the two men walking through the door "Looks like it, always fashionably late." He playfully rolls his eyes. "Lando was probably taking ten years to do his hair." I remark, Pierre laughs, shaking his head as he turns back to grab the tray of drinks.