Deals with Daisy // LN4

35 ~ Tantrum

Daisy's POV

There's a light pounding in my head as my eyes flutter open the next morning and immediately the cause for my being awake is revealed to me by Lando standing at the end of my bed, one hand grabbing my ankle through the sheet covers. Upon noticing him, the first thing I do is grab at the sheets around me and check the other side of the bed before sighing in relief that it is empty and I'm not naked. Although I'm also in last nights clothes so perhaps it's not a total win.

"You black out a little there Daisy?" He muses lightly and I chuckle as I sit up, welcoming the cup of water Lando passes towards me before he sits on the edge of the bed.

"I didn't think so... but I've been caught out before," I admit to him with a smile and he chuckles awkwardly as I push myself up on one arm, sipping at the water and eye him cautiously. Something about this picture wasn't right, I just wasn't sure what. "How was your night?"

"Terrible until you saved me from it," he admits and my heart instantly starts to hurt a little. I felt bad for leaving him alone after a long day, I'd originally planned to just leave for the party after ensuring he was getting an early night but after the argument I found myself exiting the flat several hours early.

"Social media?" I ask him softly, bringing my knees to my chest as I place the cup down on the bedside table and place my hand over his as it rests on his knees. He was already totally ready for the day while I was here in my dress from last night - fortunately one that rather resembled nightwear. "Hey... look at me," I urge him, squeezing his hand lightly and relieved when he does, his green eyes filled with conflict and I know this isn't good. Not for him generally and definitely not a race day - especially one we believe is going to be wet and it's Monaco. Not good at all.

"It's fine, I'm fine as long as we're good..." he tells me sincerely, eyes not wavering from mine. I'm almost used to the near constant eye contact with him so I move closer. I'm acting entirely on instinct as I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around my waist as his head rests upon mine. We're sat in opposite directions, his legs still hanging off the side of the bed as I lean against his body. "We're good Daisy?" He prompts again and I'd love to say something sarcastic about the fact that we're hugging but I don't.

"We're good Lando but I still don't think you are," I confess sadly, guiltily almost as my eyes focusing on the slight dancing of my curtains as the breeze comes through the perpetually open window. I'm looking in the other direction from him, maybe for a distraction but I'm also enjoying the peace of the moment.

"Just comments, people hating me... it's nothing new," his voice breaks down to a whisper and I can tell he's closed his eyes as his hand grips me closer, head turning so his chin rests on top of my head so that even if I moved away he can hide the mist in his eyes. I can't see him but I know. I can tell by his voice and his energy. By the way his hand is still gripping at my waist.

I pause before pulling away, moving just enough to look at him. My chin is resting on his shoulder as one of my legs loops around the back of him as the other stays bent between us, lightly resting on his lap. My arms are around his waist, the water having been put on the side table already.

"You will never find a hater doing better than you..." I say softly, watching his eyes travel from the floor to meet mine with surprise. "It's a tough penalty for Charles considering it wasn't his fault but the people that get it, get it. The ones that don't... don't. Charles gets it, your family get it, your friends get it, so do all the teams and people who know F1. The other voices, the negative ones, the anonymous ones... they do not matter. What matters is you got into Q3, you owned that car and the track and you have potential today to get some points, to improve your and McLaren's places in the championship. Focus on that. Not on the people who wish they were you and hate you because they're not. You will never find a hater doing better than you... that's the truth."