My whole body is aching after yesterday. I still can't believe Lando DNF'd to come to me. We're not even close. I don't understand what's happened. I roll over and lean my head on my shoulder, he's sleeping peacefully. He probably needs the sleep. I can imagine how tired he must be after waiting for me at the hospital for two hours.
"Morning" he says slowly opening his eyes. "Oh sorry, I didn't meant to wake you" I say sitting up. He smiles, "It's ok." He says. I've really seen a different side to him recently. He seems to actually care. About. Everything. It's weird. "Thanks again for coming with me to the hospital" I mumble. He chuckles, "Zak said it was good for the media" he says. Oh right. Old Lando's back. "Right yeah" I say reaching for my phone. "When are you out of my apartment?" He asks bluntly. "Uh tomorrow I think" I reply. "Ok" he says rolling back over to go to bed. I thought we were more friendly with each other now. But it's just Lando. He switches up so quickly. It's too difficult to try and comprehend what he thinks or feels.
I scroll onto instagram and see a post I've been tagged in.
@f1
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Lando and Mabel at media on Wednesday, before Mabel crashed and he stopped the race to be with her. Who loves our new couple 🙋🏼♀️
comments:
@mclaren we do!!
@redbull favourite couple ❤️
@user29191192 still don't think it's true... -reply @user2101038 how can it not be! Look at the way they look at each other -reply @user0927372 Lando wouldn't date someone who fucked up his races.
The comments hit me harder than I expected. I really haven't ruined his races in the past have I? We're both just competitive that's why collisions have happened. But now I think about it. Most of the time it's me starting it with him. Why is there so much built up anger over what he did to me years ago. It feels slightly ridiculous.
"Lando" I say sighing. He turns over, "Mhm?" He replies looking to me. "Have I really fucked up your races in the past?" I ask not meeting his eye. He sits up, "What are you talking about?" He asks. I hand him my phone and he reads the comments. He sighs. "It's complicated Mabel" he says. "Complicated how?" I ask him. "Most of the times we crashed and fought. You would go into me. So I can understand how the fans feel this way." Lando replies shrugging. I'm getting frustrated now. "Lando it's not all my fault. That's not fair" I say throwing my hands down. He rolls his eyes, "Look at you now. You can't even have a mature conversation without getting angry with me." He replies coldly. "That's not true!" I shout. He raises an eyebrow to me. "Oh fuck off." I say getting out of the bed. "Where are you off to?" He asks rubbing his forehead.
"I'm going out." I reply bluntly. He scoffs, "Not without me your not. If paps start seeing us alone. It will ruin this. Just calm down and get back in bed" he says rudely. "No cause it's not true. You're making me out to be a dickhead. It takes two people to start crashes and conflict in a race" I say getting annoyed. Lando laughs, "Not when one of them purposefully crashes into the side of me." He mumbles. "I don't do that" I reply. "Mabel. Think about it. Bahrain, Australia, Monaco last season?" He says. Ok Bahrain was my fault I'll agree. But in Australia he went for a gap that wasn't there so obviously I was going to defend it. As for Monaco. Well. I didn't need to break test him. "How much money have our crashes costed McLaren?" I ask.
He sighs deeply and then looks to me, "£25 million." He replies. My mouth drops, "WHAT!" I say. He nods. "I. Fuck. Lando I'm sorry." I say bowing my head. He gets out of bed and walks over to me, "it's in the past now Mabel. Just try and focus on the present. And that's repairing our brand image Mercedes and McLaren." Lando says looking down at me. I nod slowly. He sighs and wraps his arms round my waist, "Just calm down. Please." He says scanning my eyes. I nod. "Fine." I say.
He doesn't let go of my waist. "Lando." I say gesturing to him holding me. "Am I not aloud to touch you anymore?" He asks. "Not when paparazzi aren't here." I say bluntly. "Fine." He scoffs walking off to the kitchen. Seriously. I will never understand this kid. One minute we're fine. The next he hates me again. It's so weird.
