Deals with Daisy // LN4

41 ~ Silverstone Part Two

Daisy's POV

This weekend was going great! The whole week had been amazing to be honest! I spent practically everyday with Lando and his family, catching up with his mum and dad especially and today had been amazing, sitting with his grandparents who I hadn't seen in a really long time was also a blessing. The times that Lando was busy, I was with his dad, touring different garages and it was a fun experience to be able to explain different things that I did week to week to someone who I knew cared. My dad was absent before he was dead and Adam had always been insanely kind to me, like a second dad and I knew that he loved me as though I was family. There was no doubt in my mind around that and so when he asked for a tour, I was quick to say yes, enjoying being able to share all this with someone else.

I also enjoyed my mum being there on the Sunday, a surprise from Lando as we got to the hospitality to see her standing chatting with Flo and Adam as I arrived with the star of the day. We garnered attention quickly which made sense given the neon yellow hoodie and cap I was sporting over my black mini racer back dress. I was immediately so wrapped up in Italian laughter and chatter that I didn't even notice Lando leave, much to my dismay when I turned around to see what he wanted to do next and didn't get a response because he was gone.

I don't really know what happened last night, I don't know why I didn't place the pillows how we normally do. I don't know why I voluntarily lay on his chest and slept there peacefully until we were woken up by his phone alarm at ten am this morning. I don't know... but we didn't say anything. We just pulled away from each other, mumbled something like good morning and plans to meet for breakfast with the rest of the team and as I walked towards my bathroom like a zombie to be begin getting ready for the day, he checked the hallway and left my room. Nothing said around it. Not then or at breakfast or on the drive. Instead we chatted around the topic, ignoring the elephant in the room although at no point did it feel awkward.

It felt right, normal even. As though it made sense, which in and of itself was something that I found absolutely ridiculous.

I was a little quieter than normal on the drive into the track and if Lando noticed then he didn't say anything, taking the wheel as we listened to the music playing from the radio, me playing an Italian rapper that I liked. Normally he'd complain about not understanding it or ask me to translate it for him but this time he just hummed along with a smile on his face as he tapped on the wheel. I pretended to look at my phone while checking on him out the corner of my eye. We weren't totally silent though, we exchanged quick comments when arriving at the track, however were saved from anything deeper as we were almost overwhelmed by the amount of fans present.

"Perhaps these hoodies won't help us stand out as much as you thought it would," I mumble to him as we park up the car and he just laughs, looking like a kid at Christmas excited to open all his toys as he peered out the front windscreen of the car. It looked like half of the fans present were wearing some type of neon yellow hat, t-shirt or hoodie.

"No... I don't think it will," he agrees, eyes happily dancing before we get out of the car and I slip my sunglasses onto my face and place my phone into my bag. Lando's practically glued to my side as we walk through the entrance though, doing everything but holding my hand in an attempt to not repeat what happened the day before. The back of his palm keeps on hitting mine, gravitating towards me even as the fans swarm but we're more protected by Jon and other members of McLaren here to deliver the Golden Boy to the hospitality before the continuation of a long and exciting weekend. I grin to my right as he smiles and waves to the crowds, still himself not quite believing that he's starting P2 today.

I see Lando a couple more times before he gets in the car that day, each time he's filled with more energy, more nerves and excitement and I don't push for him to try and calm down, too happy myself to ask the impossible. No matter what he says and how much he might try to play it down, I know that he is hoping for the podium here.