Deals with Daisy // LN4

48 ~ I Found You

Lando's POV

I don't know what I had expected from Daisy about me asking her to move out. I don't think I ever actually asked her, she just knew from looking at me and wouldn't let me lay out the question. Which on reflection was probably very good as I'm not sure I was actually able to get the words out. I still don't know what gave it away... she could just read it on me. I think I was surprised she guessed it before I said anything because it didn't make sense in my head to yell that I was angry she left right before asking that she find permanent residence elsewhere - but I guess there's a lot going on and a lot to process.

She was always quick to catch up.

Elena was thrilled that I had actually asked Daisy, wary that I might back out or change my mind and so when I first asked her to move in, I could see that she was happy but not optimistic about the plan. That was even clearer to see when I compared it to telling her that I told Daisy in the privacy of our hotel room on the first night of the French GP. She had become a tiny ball of excitement which brought a very real smile to my face as she launched herself at me with adorable little squeals, helping soothe the doubts that were still present at the back of my mind. It warmed my heart to see Elena so happy but at the same time, I still felt uneasy.

I was left even more unsure when we headed back to Monaco after the GP and were stood in the middle of the airport when Daisy simply shook her head and informed us that she'd decided to fly to Rome as it was her last chance to see Laurent before the double header that was coming. Max and Elena gave her quick hugs goodbye and smiled understandingly but mine lingered and I think we were all aware of it.

One decision made and the distance suddenly felt like an ocean between us.

Later that week I was ambushed by some moving men coming to the flat and leaving with more than half the contents of her room in boxes. What pissed me off the most about that was no one told me, Daisy had spoken to Elena to help get them into the flat and I would have been none the wiser if I hadn't gotten back from my run early. The only explanation I got from either of them was what I heard before, that she was sending it all to Sicily. She'd rather do it fast than drag it out, wanting to let Elena do with the room as she liked and make plans without feeling awkward. She didn't want to 'take up space'. I tried once more to reiterate that she didn't need to do anything quickly, that I didn't want her to and all I received was a quiet confirmation that she understood that before a beep to signify that she had hung up.

What was extra frustrating was that I couldn't show how bothered I was because then Elena would start asking questions about why I wasn't happy. I was happy... and selfishly, I was enjoying the quiet peace our relationship had finally stumbled upon after around six months of constant push-and-pull. It had worked - Elena stopped having any more ridiculous questions around Daisy, she stopped worrying about me prioritising work. She made herself even busier throwing about two dozen ideas about furniture that she wanted to change in the flat - something I encouraged her to do because I wanted it to feel like her home too. I didn't care about most of them but when Elena suggested removing the bed in Daisy's room during the summer break to turn it into a walk in closet for us both I might have lost my cool a little.

"No! No. No. No! Do what you want in this flat. Change the cabinets, get a new sofa or whatever, I don't care but you're not changing that room," I tell her very firmly as she has the audacity to look shocked before a frown comes over her face and she goes to open her mouth. I know exactly what sort of passive aggressive comment is coming and so I quickly turn my own face into a glare. "Don't say what is coming next. It's not about Daisy - it's about having a place for people to stay when they visit. Monaco is a busy weekend, I have family and friends coming and you can put your makeup in there and when the wardrobe is empty it's all yours if you want it but the bed stays. Even if Daisy isn't living here part time, we still work together. I need to be able to see her and have her stay so that she doesn't end off fucking off to America just to be able to work," I try and explain and the answer seems to vaguely placate Elena although not totally. When she next leaves the flat I take the opportunity to go and inspect the now almost entirely stripped room.