DNF - A Formula 1 Story (Lando Norris)

Chapter 12

"Is there something on your mind 'cause you're the only thing on mine, love. Want to tell you all the time." - Aidan Bissett

Lando

"...that's P4, Lando. P4, and you were voted driver of the day. Good job, very well done, mate." Will tells me over the radio as I begin my cool down lap after I cross the finish line behind Max, Checo and Charles. 

"Thanks everyone. Mega job this weekend, I truly appreciate it. Let's take this momentum with us to next weekend for our home race." I reply with a smile and I can't help but think about all that we accomplished this weekend. My quali was absolutely garbage and I started the race at P8, so gaining four spots and keeping it was a feat.

I've been more distracted this weekend than others. Bianca has been on my mind 24/7 and it's getting ridiculous. We need to figure us out before I really start losing it. My focus is good enough, but not nearly where I want it to be. I'm not blaming Bianca at all for me being distracted. It's my fault, but I think it's time a force a decision from her. As much as I don't want to be that guy, I need her to tell me to my face that she doesn't want me anymore, that she can't be with me. Her indecision is becoming too much for me.

Once I park my car, I head to get weighed and to complete all of my post race duties. Media takes forever and by the time I'm ready to leave the paddock it's dinner time and I'm starving. My team immediately whisks me off to the hotel we're staying at and we decide to have a celebratory dinner since both me and Oscar got points this weekend. Oscar finished at P5 and got fastest lap so we have lots to celebrate.

By the time we head upstairs to our rooms, I'm ready to veg out on my bed and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night. When I make it to my room, the first thing I do is fall into the bed to relax. Only a few moments into laying down my phone goes off with a notification and I groan in annoyance as I fish my phone out of my pocket to check it. It's a text message from my manager reminding me to make a social media post about the weekend.

Opening twitter to do as she asks, I get distracted by Bianca's account. It's second nature for me now to check it, so I'm not surprised by my actions. What I am surprised about is the fact that she has made a lot of posts today...and all about the GP. She posted a photo of her watching it this afternoon right as lights went out and she captioned it with an orange heart. My heart rate speeds up when I continue to read through her tweets. They are mainly complaints about the commentating or minor scraps that involved me or other drivers around me. It makes me feel good knowing that she was watching...and from what it looks like, watching specifically me.

I want to text her, call her. But what if she doesn't answer? Does it matter? Not really because I'm going to do it anyways even if it kills me when she doesn't answer. Before I text her though, I quickly post my weekend recap so my manager stays off my back and then I finally pull up Bianca's and I last text conversation. I decide to be cheeky and give her a taste of her own medicine and ask her the same question she asked me the last time we texted.

Me: Do you ever think about me?
Babe <3: Who is this?
Me: B...
Babe <3: All of the time.
Me: You should never stop.
Babe <3: No?

At her response I don't hesitate in calling her. It rings and rings and I'm worried she's going to ignore my call when suddenly the ringing stops, my stomach dips in disappointment, but then I hear her voice.

"Hey bubs." She says breathily and I try to not let the sound go straight to my dick, but it's been a while since I've able able to hear, see or touch her so I can't help it.

"Hey babe, it is so good to hear your voice." I confess, and even to my ears I sound completely whipped. Honestly I am, so whatever.

"I know what you mean. Although I spent the whole afternoon listening to your voice during the race." She replies and my heart starts beating faster in my chest as I again appreciate the fact that she watched my race.