Come one come on...
I'm slamming my finger into the elevator button as fast as I can. Praying, begging, hoping at this point that lighting strikes or a tree crashes through the roof or that god for bid this elevator door opens and I can leave this building and never have to see him again.
For fuck sake can this elevator be any slower
I hear footsteps in the hall, I'm shaking in fear at this point, not because I'm afraid that this person will hurt me, no. Well not physically anyway, but I'm afraid of letting him in and I'm afraid he's gonna find out who I really am and leave me and I'll have nothing.
Lane, what the actual fuck
He's turned the corner, I bolt to the door for the stairs throwing it open, running down the first flight with ease. I turn the corner and down the second set I sprint. I'm taking them two, three at a time. Hoping to just leave the building and run to my car and move to another country and change my name and never have to embarrass myself like that again.
Delaney, what the fuck. Can you stop for one second and just talk to me like a normal, sane person.
I stop. One set left to go until the door. My escape. But I turn around and see Lance's big brown eyes and I melt all over again and everything in my body just stops even if my mind is telling me to go.
Lance I can't. I can't just stop and talk to you like a normal person because I'm not. I can't just explain these things to you and expect you to understand me or where I'm coming from because I'm doing this to protect you.
Lance looks at me confused
Protect me from what? There's nothing I need you to protect me from, Laney.
Tears form in my eyes all over again and he starts to step forward to reach out to me but I take a couple steps back and he freezes like he knows I'm a bomb that could go off at any second.
From me Lance. From me. Tonight you told me you had feelings for me and you promised that we wouldn't do that. You promised we could be friends. I told you we could only be friends Lance.
He sighs.
Laney what am I supposed to do when all I ever feel around you is happy. You support me like no one ever has and you aren't some airhead looking for daddy's cash. You see me, you listen to me, I thought you cared about me.
A single tear rolls down my cheek. (Single tear had to show up in this fic, sorry- note from the author)
Lance of-course I fucking care about you that's why I didn't want to do this. I didn't want to do the being more than friends. I let you know what I let you know, I am not someone worth your affection like that, Lance, I'm just not.
He takes one single step forward. But I don't react. Stuck in place like magnets are on the bottom of my beat up vans.
Delaney, there is nothing I want more than for you to get that it will always be you. You're worth my affection and more. I only agreed to be friends so you would let me in, Laney. I've been in love with you since the day we met. I don't care about whatever it is you're worried about, we can get through it together.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and slowly let the air leave my chest. Trying to alleviate some of the pressure weighing on me.
Lance. You are a world famous formula one driver with talent and fame and opportunities around the world. You take care of a team of people, you help people everywhere you go, and you have the world at your fingertips. I have nothing, Lance. I work paycheck to paycheck saving a little on the side so one day I can go and see the mountains or a beach or something. I prefer to lay in bed with the dogs than go to the bars or drink and dance. I live in a shitty apartment and I can barely run a mile without dying afterwords. Most of all I just don't think I could handle you breaking my heart. I could never get over you Lance Stroll. You would break my heart and I would never be able to recover from you. I would never feel good enough to be with you and I can't imagine you would want to be with me in the long run. This isn't a fairytale where everything magically works out and I get to live happily ever after. This is real life, Lance and meeting you was a complete accident and I just, sometimes things aren't meant to be.
He reaches out, grabs my hand. Softly not to startle me
Lane, look at me.
I look up. Hesitant. But our eyes meet and I feel at ease.
Laney, don't you think you deserve a little happy ever after? Could you ever just believe the universe wanted us to meet? Laney I know you're scared but I want to give you the world. I want to be at the beach with you and in the mountains and swinging in the jungle for all I care. I want to give you an even bigger bed for more dogs and you can ride your scooter along side me when I run or I could even pull you in a wagon. As long as your there I don't care where we go. I just want you to be happy. Do I not make you happy, Laney ?
I want to lie and say no. I want to turn around and run. I want to tell myself how bad of an idea it is but this time my body reacts faster than I do and next thing I know words are just coming out
Lance you make me happier than I've ever known.
He smiles
Then Laney guess what? Fuck it.
And he leans in smiling
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Formula Short Stories And Stuff
FanfictionStories and other stuff about my favorite drivers from different grids. I don't use Y/N because I always read it as your name and not like my own name and I think it's confusing. Slower updates and not on purpose but I promise it's worth it. This...
