Formula 1 Oneshots

Oscar piastri/Lando Norris- Fainting

A/n:
what is Lando and Oscar called? Like what is their ship name?

Anyways this is a Lando and Oscar angst story.

Oscar pov:

The difference in f1 and f2 is catastrophic. F2 is a walk in the park compared to f1, in f2 there isn't as much pressure, less travelling, less fans, less interviews, less meetings, in general less stress.

I was in my rookie year of F1, my teammate was Lando freaking Norris! He's good, real good, he can some how make the tractor, that mclaren calls a race car, drive good enough to get in the points.

My start to the season wasn't anything special, I managed to score some points after the first couple of races. I managed to stay pretty consistently in the points or just outside of them. And then mclaren made some changes to the car which put us up front, not all the way up front but in the top five. Lando started getting podiums.

The stress of flying around to different countries and changing times zones was something I struggled with since the beginning of the season. The pressure of the fans was also starting to get to me the more and more races went by. The fans were great, they were supportive, but I'm a pretty reserved guy who's pretty introverted so it was stressful being around so many people. Then when Lando started getting podiums and I wasn't up there with him, it upped the intensity of everything.

I walked into the paddock, I put a smile on my face for the cameras. It was the last race before summer break which I really needed. I couldn't wait to be able to calm down, relax, take a breather and get myself sorted out a bit.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a familiar head of curls. I forced myself to smile more as Lando walked over to me. He had a big smile on his face and walked with some bounce in his step. I wished I had even a quarter of his energy, the three cups of coffee I had drank this morning weren't doing much.

"Good morning Oscar!" Lando said cheerfully,
"Morning." I replied shortly, I kept walking occasionally stopping to sign some stuff for fans.
"You ready for qualifying? I'm hoping for a 1,2 today." Lando continued talking, not seeming bothered by my lack of enthusiasm.
"Yeah." I mumbled, I noticed Lando give me a look before starting to talk again.
"I was telling Carlos earlier that Ferrari needs to get it together, did you see how terrible they were in free practice?" Lando continued to go on about how horrible Ferrari was doing, but I zoned him out. I was starting to get a headache and feel off, I was also really tired. I wanted to go to sleep and sleep for a week. The stress of this season had made it hard to wind-down at night, so I was getting less sleep.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Lando grabbing my arm and dragging me in between two buildings.
"What are you doing?" I asked, frowning as I realized no one could see us here.
"What's wrong?" Lando asked still holding my arm in a strong but some how gentle grip.
"Huh?" I stare at the Brit like he's lost his mind. Lando sighs, and I continue to look at him in confusion, trying to workout what he was talking about.
"You were only answering with like one word answers and then you completely zoned out and weren't listening to me at all. Not to mention you have massive bags under your eyes and you look horrible." Lando said bluntly, I flinched slightly at his harsh assessment of me.

"I'm fine." I mumbled before ripping my arm from his grip and walking away before he had time to grab me again.

Lando pov:

I anxiously watched Oscar walk away, something was clearly wrong. Oscar was usually a pretty cheerful, easy going lad. Often times quite reserved, but this weekend and even the past weekends I had noticed that he talked less, started to look horrible. I didn't know how to get him to open up so I could help him. I wasn't used to being the older teammate, being the one that had to look out for the inexperienced younger driver.