peridot | lando norris

33|monaco|

A/N real questions: what kind of a date 

would you want to read lando and maeve go on?

-2024 mid season interview with f1-

"where would you like to be in 5 years ?"

"in formula one maybe, i don't know. go with the flow" 

i wanted to be with my daughter, hopefully have a few championships under my belt

lando pov.

"oh my lord - melanie what the fuck?" i said out loud when i stepped out of the elevator and turned to my apartment door to see giant black gold and orange balloons by the gate with melanie standing in the middle with a big smile. it looked like halloween decor.

"you fucking did it norris. didn't expect it from you" she said with a short laugh and i pulled her into a hug.

i was planning to dead crash for a day and rot in my bed before flying back to the uk to re-energize with niamh and maeve. she did tell me she'd be coming over later, should've known melanie was upto something.

"aww you did all this for me, for winning?" i said, clutching my heart and she scoffed. "no, but you've been kissing my bestfriend and i'd like to know about it" she said and my eyes widened for a flash moment.

i didn't know if maeve had already spoken to melanie about it, i mean they talked about everything but after paris i didn't think she's the one to tell melanie about this yet. we were prettymuch circling talks amongst ourselves.

"you know?" i asked, tilting my head and then she gasped. "i didn't, but is there something... don't tell me y'all slept together i will pop every balloon right now-" "no- i didn't!" i cut her off and took the innocent balloon away from her hands, wanting to avoid further angry french noise complaints.

"that's a lie, because niamh exists" she joked and i groaned. "don't remind me of how long it's been. i'm surprised i didn't die of deprivation" i muttered as i went past her to get into my apartment.

"to be fair, i'm more surprised that you haven't hooked up with anyone since breaking up with 'rain. proud of you, actually" she said, following me inside the apartment and helping me with my bags. "ouch, that low?" she not so lightly punched my arm and i smiled.

melanie was the only person on the planet other than niamh i'd take shit from. they had that perk because they helped me keep maeve happy and my dignity was a small price i was willing to pay.

"thanks, i guess. i'd offer you food but i haven't been here in a while" i tell her and melanie nodded. "i know, i've already eaten anyways." she said, not sitting down and continuing to pace in the living room.

melanie was a little weird sometimes i just let her be honestly.

"so, how's it with the styles guy?" i asked. they'd been fooling around for a few weeks now and last we spoke was in vegas. he was a california man.

melanie stopped walking, freezing in her spot and took a deep breath before looking at me. "he asked me to be his girlfriend a few days ago," her voice had gone soft and i was unbelievably seeing the shy sude of melanie, who'd once threatened me with a gold club.