Dannie Kim was a Korean-English singer who was signed to Columbia Records. She always dreamed of meeting at least one of her idols in life. Everyone who had ever asked her who she was talking about was always shocked to figure out who it was. It was...
a/n: the last race in this book :(( which means there is nine more chapters left including the epilogue :((
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** third person pov **
Abu Dhabi. The last race of the season.
Unfortunately neither Oscar or Lando were able to snag a podium in the end. Lando finished right where he started. Dannie felt sadness for her boyfriend with the fact that he did not get where he wanted to be. However the man himself seemed to be completely okay.
"Love, I am okay. Of course I wanted to get a podium or even a win, but we made a lot of progress this year. That's all I care about right now." the man tried his best to reassure his worrisome girl friend.
Dannie sighed before nodding her head, "Fine, but if you start feeling upset or anything you know you can tell me right?" she spoke as they started heading out of the garage for the final time that year.
Of course, as soon as they stepped outside they were being mobbed by photographers looking to get pictures of the couple or even a statement about the season. But Lando made the decision that neither of them would be in that crowd for very much longer.
The grip he had on her hand only tightened before he took a quick deep breath, "Come on!" he yelled down towards the girl.
In seconds he was running and tugging along a very confused but giggling Dannie behind him. The staff that was lingering around them couldn't help but smile at the pair. For a while before Dannie, Lando seemed a little bit down. Especially with how the start of the season was going. In an instant he was back to his bright and happy self when he was with Dannie,
"Where are we going!" Dannie questioned while still laughing softly.
They were starting to slow down the closer that they got to Lando's rental car for the week. Lando smiled, "How about Monaco? Give you the in depth tour of where I call home right now." he suggested with a raise of his brow.
When she nodded her head he helped her get inside the passenger seat before running and hopping into the driver's side. Neither of them knew what the next couple of months would bring them, but they hoped that it would be nothing but joy.
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** Dannie's pov **
There was something so special about arriving back in Monaco. Where it all started for me and Lando's relationship. The spot where everything started changing for the better in my life.
After a nine hour flight I was exhausted. I could only imagine how Lando was feeling after racing and then immediately getting on a flight. Realizing that we had arrived at Lando's front door I stopped my suitcase from rolling, "You probably don't have any food in your fridge do you?" I questioned with a slight pout to my lips.
"Besides the things that have been in my freezer for months, no I don't think so." Lando said while reaching forward to unlock the door.
As soon as we stepped foot inside, I was met with the smell of a freshly cooked meal. Huh? Glancing up at Lando all I could see was the glint of a small smile on his lips. He was definitely up to something.
"Did you seriously think that I was just going to invite you back to my place and not have something planned? What kind of boyfriend do you think that I am?" he smirked.
Right as I was about to take my suitcase back into my hands, Lando reached out and shoved me towards the kitchen, "Go get comfortable. I'll bring your stuff to the bedroom.".
Who was I going to argue with? There was no way that I was going to win any battle against Lando when it came to things like this.
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** time skip **
Sitting across from each other at his small dining table after finishing eating our perfectly cooked meal, for the last five minutes I had been trying to pry who cooked it out of Lando. It obviously couldn't have been him, so who was it?
"Fine! I had one of my managers hire a chef to make sure everything was perfect." Lando quickly exclaimed while throwing his hands in the air.
He hired a chef. When he should have been thinking about the last race of the season he was busy hiring a chef to make sure that everything was right for when we got back to his place.
"Thank you for being you, Lando Norris." I spoke with a small grin before leaning over the table and pressing a firm kiss to his cheek.
Lando stared at me for a few seconds before glancing down at his very broken phone screen, "It is pretty late, do you want to go lay down in my room and watch a movie?" he questioned me with a shrug of his shoulders.
Immediately I started nodding my head, "Of course. As long as you make sure that you put some heat on your back before we lay down. I don't want to wake up next to a grandpa.".
His eyes squinted together before getting up from his chair and started walking towards his bedroom, "You know you are so mean to me. You're a bully." Lando muttered.
Looking down at my now empty plate in front of me and then back up at the now disappearing figure of my boyfriend's body, I stood up and hurried after him. The dishes could wait until morning to clean up.
As soon as I crossed the threshold into the very large bedroom of Lando Norris I noticed that he wasn't anywhere to be seen. That was until I heard the sound of him rustling around in his closet.
"What are you doing back there?" I yelled out.
It took a few more seconds before he popped back out of the room with a pair of clothes with him, "You said you liked sleeping in these the last time." his voice was soft as he lifted up a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt.
They were the clothes that I had worn on that eventful night in Spain. Something that happened months ago but yet he remembered.
"You get to pick the movie now." I spoke while exceedingly grabbing the clothes.
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