peridot | lando norris

17|london|

lando pov.

i am fucking stupid,

i think.

i drove maeve's car to pizza tower, it was awkward. luckily, she got off to go get niamh, giving me a few minutes to collect my thoughts.

i had crossed a few lines tonight, i knew. gerald park was getting on my nerves, i've heard of him before, he's had some work with oliver in the past. hera was bad news, a terrible influence and luckily, niamh knew that and dodged her most of the times.

the restaurant, i will admit that it wasn't how i planned for it to go but since my conversation with loraine, i couldn't help but talk to maeve about it. i don't know what position we were in but i was willing to test the waters.

i wanted to help and i knew she wasn't going to ask for it. she was stubborn that way. don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being independent but sometimes, accepting help is good. i never pushed her or tried to persuade her, knowing it wouldn't work. she was a woman of her words. but i atleast liked to put my thoughts out there so she knows.

she wasn't as transparent as she used to be and i don't blame her. it happens. it sounds lame, but i mean it when i say my daughter is my best friend. fewtrell knew a lot of things and could read me like a book, but i only ever shared everything with niamh. i wanted her to learn that its okay to be messy, for things to go differently than anticipated.

we shared a trust bond, maeve had brought it up on multiple occasions that i knew more about niamh than her, which wasn't completely false but not true either. like today, i was glad i haven't had the boy talks with her. i might actually move to london to keep an eye on them, especially since how maeve had been about the entire situation. it seemed like it didn't bother her at all.

we were a prime example for why it should bother her. my parents trusted me too, and maeve was a good kid. it was never about those things.

i'd driven us all back to maeve's apartment, niamh had convinced us to have me stay the night.

i was currently sitting in a blue jersey and grey sweats on the sofa, in my per say pajamas.

niamh sat on the floor on top of a cushion while maeve sat on the other side of 'L' sofa and massaged her scalp with some oil. it brought back memories, i remember my mum helping maeve with it after her performances since all that hair product would take a toll on her hair and to help with the anxiety led headaches. we'd have a head massage chain and it was a very 'holiday' activity.

"at first they were going to give hera and i reversed roles, but funnily enough, ms.blake literally said 'hera's got the grin that fits odile. wicked and mysterious' and that's all it took for them to switch our roles" niamh explained the behind scenes story about today's perfomance and i listened to her attentively, glancing at maeve occassionally.

maeve wasn't a fan of gossip and shit talking but it was necessary for niamh to get it all out at home. if she'd get her frustration and thoughts cleared at home, atleast nobody from the outside could rile her up about it.

"really?" maeve asked her surprised and she nodded before glancing at the tv set up. "can we play a game? please? it's only 10 pm" niamh tries to negotiate with maeve knowing i wouldn't say no to her.

"don't you have school tomorrow?" i asked when i remembered its a school night as maeve tied up niamh'd hair in two braids.

"i do but... sixth form students are organizing the art fair. we have to reach school around 11am to get to our stalls. so no classes exactly. this week's basically just all fairs, college visits. gcse's winter attempts are going on so we don't have a lot to do while in school " she explained and i looked at maeve who just nodded.