Valerie ~ Lando Norris

🥛CHAPTER ONE🥛

26th April 2019:

"You guys seriously need to start having milk in catering." Valerie complains as she walks to the sofa Sebastian and Charles are on. "But none of us like it." The girl's brother shakes his head. "I don't care, I do, and Jules wants some." The blonde huffs. "Who's Jules?" Sebastian asks. "Uhhh." Valerie gasps, quickly looking at her older brother.

This was Charles second year in Formula One, and he wasn't really that close with most drivers. So the son her sister wanted to keep quiet, was deemed a bit hard, but not impossible. Only Fernando Alonso was the only person to know, other than her family. Now, Sebastian is a lovely, trusting man.

But Valerie's son is the source of her happiness, and she doesn't want anything to happen to him. "It's her best friend." Charles is quick to think of an answer. "Can I meet them?" The German man asks. "Erm, he prefers to be kept unknown." The blonde girl lied. "Oh, okay." I wish to meet him in the future." Sebastian smiles. "Maybe." Valerie nods, walking out of the Ferrari Motor home.

"You okay Val?" George Russell asks. "George! Hello." The blonde smiles, bringing the man in for a hug. "Hi." George laughs, patting the girl's back. "I'm good, just looking for some milk." The girl itches her head. "You and your milk. I remember you always having a carton of milk with you at the races." The Williams racer shakes his head. "Yeah, that was a good four years ago." The Leclerc laughs.

"Has it really been that long?" Alexander says as he walks closer to the pair, with a wide smile on his face. "Alexander!" The youngest laughs, running to hug him. "Hello, Valerie." The Thai man hugs her back tight. "Can either one of you point me in the direction of the McLaren motor home?" The Monegasque girl looks between the two.

"It's that way." Alex points in the opposite direction to where it actually is. "Thank you." The blonde nods in appreciation, before walking off. "She is going to hate you." George laughs. "She couldn't hate me even if she tried." The Toro Rosso driver shakes his head.

"Miss Leclerc, where the hell are you going?" Pierre Gasly slings his arm around the girl. "Merde, ne me fais pas peur comme ça, tête de noeud!" Valerie shouts, holding her hand over her heart. "So where are you off to?" Juliet, Pierre's sister now appears next to the girl. "Toi aussi! Je vais avoir une crise cardiaque." The blonde rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry about them, Val. They're loose dogs." Anthoine Hubert runs out of breath as he runs after his fiancée and best friend. "Why are you guys always leaving me!" Delilah screams, jumping on her brother's back and taking him to the ground. "Delilah, get off Uncle Tony." Chanel crosses her arms. "What have I just witnessed?" Charles laughs, as he claps his hands.

"Siblings." Chanel shakes her head and finds a place next to the man. "I'm glad me and Val were not like that." The older Leclerc sighs. "What delusional world are you living in?" Chanel scoffs as everyone tries to look at him. "If anything, Cha, we are the worst." Valerie laughs, bringing the man in for a hug. "Go away." The boy pushed her away.

"Back to my question, where are you heading?" Pierre smiles, holding up his hand. "Well, I need milk. And the only place I know where there is some is the McLaren motor home. So I'm going there." The blonde explains. "Yeah, well. That is all the way over there." Delilah points to the other end of the paddock. "You're joking." Valerie sighs, facepalming. "Who told you it was all the way over here?" Anthoine winders.

"Alexander." Val shakes her head. "Alexander!" Charles, Pierre, Juliet and Chanel all shout in unison. "Of course it was him." Chanel laughs. "He is such a rascal." Valerie looks at the fourteen-year-old. "He is." The Bianchi girl nods. "I can take you to the McLaren motor home." Pierre offers. "Yes please, tripod." Valerie nods, as the group laughs.