heart of glass | LANCE STROLL

7.0 | hanging on the telephone

lance strulobitch

morning
how'd you sleep?

fantastic personally
you?

could've been better
i was on the plane and
i could barely sleep

rip
where are you now?

canada but i'll be in england next.
you should come to the race, i can
get you tickets. it's in like a week and a half

absolutely i'd love to come! if we are
'dating' we need to actually spend time together. it has been nearly two months
since we've done anything together

does facetime not count?
i stick it on my story sometimes

yeah but we gotta make public
appearances too yk give the
fans something

we haven't even announced
we are dating yet. there's only
articles from like gossip websites

but are they wrong?
technically, not.
isn't that what we want?

yeah true
shit i gotta go now
rob needs me
talk later?

yeah sure have fun x

after the pair's paris trip, they texted every day. lance made sure to text her a 'good morning' each day, no matter what time zone the driver was in. she had to admit it was sweet. this whole 'relationship' was the healthiest 'relationship' she had ever been in, which was strange to think about. aoife and morgan, also, noticed that the time that maeve was happiest was when she had her head in her phone, no doubtably talking to her boyfriend.

since what occured at the airport, neither of them mentioned what happened or her relationship with a certain canadian. the pair rarely did anything behind the singer's back but they were definitely reading gossip website's articles about the supposed relationship between the two of them. it was almost quite comedic to the pair as a lot of the things these articles said about their friend were wildly inaccurate.

as soon as she arrived back in london, they recorded the rest of the album. throughout the next month, the band had so many photo shoots, that after a while they lost count. but, in the end, they had the cover and inside art for the cd and vinyl releases. now, the only thing they could do was wait until they officially announced the album and had media duties. it was strange for them to have free time.

"maeve," aoife asked as she stuck her head into maeve's bedroom.

"hmm?" she rolled over in bed to face her door.

"me and morgan are going out, and you're coming with us."

"nah, i'm alright. thanks though," the corner of his lips twitched up into a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"that wasn't an offer, you are coming. no choice." she made her way into the bombsite of a room, and grabbed the singer by the ankles. "let's go."

"you're not fucking dragging me anywhere by my ankles!" she made sure the other women knew she wasn't angry by partnering what she said with a laugh.

"it's either this, or you can come willingly. your choice, mate," she smirked; she knew she had the upper hand in this situation and she was absolutely using it to her advantage.