~invisible string~||LANDO NORRIS

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Lizzie Jones

Interviews in the media pen went smoothly, with most people congratulating me, others asking if im going for P1 next. However, one asked what Lando had said to me while pouring the champagne over me, i smiled through gritted teeth, and claimed he was being very kind and congratulating me, even though it was obvious he didn't mean it.

Later on, Me and Charles jump into his Ferrari and we drive off to the hotel, ready to prepare for tonight. Were both changed into Ferrari branded sweats, which we were photographed in about 3 seconds ago, and sunglasses because Miami is blindingly sunny. On our way out we smiled for the cameras and signed some things for fans, i even signed a little girls poster of me, which brought small tears to the corners of my eyes. 

Tonight we're going to a luxury club with all the other drivers, as tradition with the last race day. I Love Love LOVE clubbing, the music, the drinks. And while we're there, I want to know how to DJ, my older brother Owen can but he never taught me anything. He said music was 'his thing'. Since i grew up in Bristol, there was a club called the boiler room where DJs would always play sets, and i would dream of being up there with them. Maybe tonight i can try and see if anyone wants to teach me?

"-on some music" Charles shoves my arm.

"Some what?" i ask

"Put on some music you deaf bat"

"Whoa calm down on the insults Leclerc, im on a high right now- no one can bring me down" I yell at him, waving my hands in the air like a lunatic.

Charles just laughs while i plug in my phone and play some music. We sing along to every song on my playlist, we've made it our mission to know every word of every song ever, no matter how long it will take. I roll down the window, and watch the sun start to set, the golden pink cast over the sky. Moments like these, sitting in the car with one of your best friends, with the windows rolled down in a Ferrari in Miami with the sunset, it's unbeatable. Me and Charles always dreamed of being in F1 together since we met in F3, although he made it in 2 years ago, and i only made it in this year. When we knew we were both signed to Ferrari was a surreal moment, i couldn't believe it. And now here we are, in this moment. I never want it to end.

We make it to the hotel around half an hour later, and walk up to the door, waving to the cameras and signing some shirts and caps. By the time we're in the elevator, we both take a deep breath, realising we did it at the exact same time and fall over laughing. Mine and Charles relationship is one where we can laugh about anything, especially with the feeling of both of us getting a pole. We stand on opposite sides of the elevator, slowly waiting for our floor to appear.

"I wonder what you are going to do when you get to your room, hm" he starts, looking at my hair. I laugh, feeling how sticky it is.

"Probably shower, how about you Leclerc?"

"Probably lie down and not wake up for the next year"

I slide down the wall and sit down on the floor, Charles walks over and joins me, picking up my hair and then rinsing out. His face has scrunched it up with concentration.

I look at him and smile, you just cant buy happiness can you, because this friendship is priceless.

When i get to my room, i strip down immediately and undo my hair before jumping in the shower, letting the warm water pour over me, my tense muscles relaxing, and my hair untangling. I stand under the stream and digest what actually happened today- P3 on my first race is unbelievable. And with Charles on P2 makes it even better. But cant help going over what that one reporter said-

"Now tell us, you and Norris seem to have such a fun relationship- you always joke around, calling each other names, and even today- he seemed to happy for you, he couldn't keep he eyes off you. What did he whisper in your ear- everyone wants to know?"

What do you mean he couldn't keep his eyes off me, whenever he's around he cant keep his eyes on me. We avoid each other, and we avoid eye contact- he must of been glaring at me- definitely glaring.

I wash and shave everywhere before jumping out and wrapping a towel around me. I look at the time on my phone realising i had around 3 hours before all the drivers met downstairs to go to the club together, meaning i had time for a nap. I decide to put on a big red Ferrari T-shirt before jumping into bed.

By the time i wake up I've got 20 minutes to get ready. I brush my hair, and let it sit with its natural waves, i add one tiny plait into it. Then i add some light make up and some glitter for fun, luckily im nice and tan from the Miami sun, so everything just looks ten times better. I decide upon a mini dark red dress, with sequins on. And by 'mini' i mean mini, since i brought it from home, its probably 5 years old and a little too small. But its the only one i brought so it will have to do. I pair it with some red heels, and a white shoulder bag to hold my phone.

I look at the time again, realising im late, i push open my door, only to see the door opposite also being opened. Lando walks out and stops to look at me. He gives me a look up and down, assessing my outfit as do the same to him. He's got on a black suit, with a white shirt on underneath, obviously the top button is undone, and im sure more will follow later. he looks good, ill have to give him that, but i will never ever say that to him. I mean it's Lando Norris, i may be partially deaf, but im not blind. But he's not like how i used to know him, he acts all tough, ego soaring through the roof. I know him as the little 9 year old, helping me search through the sand to find shells.

Now he's more like a stranger i know everything about.

I close my door, and we walk along side each other in awkward silence until we reach the elevator. We step in, and i take a deep breath, knowing however short the time is to get downstairs will be even longer due to a certain someone standing far to close for comfort.

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