PRETTY GIRL (Lando Norris)

3.3

Lando Norris

Sitting on the plane, I just buckled my belt after the stewardess told us the rules and recommendations that I've heard too many times already.
I thought about Amber and the scene in the car about thirty minutes ago. I was excited to see her at the hotel and tomorrow on her first day of the job at McLaren.

Mentioning McLaren, I nudged Oscar sitting next to me who seems to just give me a glare for disturbing him from listening to music, but removed his headphones anyway.

"What, Lando?" he asked in a low sigh and ruffled his hair just a little bit, to give it some volume.
"Amber is starting her job tomorrow, I'm so excited!" I smile and he looks at me, "didn't you two break up?" I chuckle and nod.
"We did, because of a... misunderstanding more or less." I hesitate, but Oscar just nods and puts his headphones back on.

"Mate, cmon talk to me, i'm bored!" I nudge him again, but he flips me off and turns around. Cranky ass, I think to myself and try to fall asleep, but my thoughts keep running to Amber.
She was flying in a private McLaren jet, where all the staff flies.

I missed her so much and now that I got her back, I want to spend every minute of every day with her. I can't wait to get to the hotel and be with her, holding her all night. Maybe even doing something else...

Pushing those thoughts away, I put on a film and try to relax in my seat. I was getting annoyed by the fact Oscar wasn't in a talkative mood, while I was full of energy, even though it was getting late.

I tried shuffling around a bit, because I found every position uncomfortable and the only thing in my head for the past few months was Amber. I was getting obsessed with her and i'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing - i'm leaning towards the second option.

The car 'incident', that wasn't even an incident was replaying in my head nonstop, even with music in my ears or a film before my eyes and it was getting too much and too overstimulating.
While she was talking to one of the McLaren staff, I was here going insane.

To my surprise I found a position which was comfortable and I was getting tired from the overthinking the past weeks, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep while listening to music.

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We got off the plane and my head was clear, I could think straight again and the first thought wasn't Amber, but finding my driver. I knew he'd be waiting for me somewhere outside, but I had no idea where, while he also wasn't answering his phone, so I was getting stressed again.

A million paparazzis came rushing to me and Oscar, a few PR managers and two guards that were with us for safety reasons and I almost had the nerve to tell them to fuck off, I wasn't in the mood and we still had to find a black car - in a parking lot full of black cars.
I don't know why the driver is not parked in front of the building for fuck's sake!

Oscar tried calling him once more and he actually answered this time, then shared his location and we got through all the paparazzi workers, because they got a new target - Charles and Carlos.

I texted Amber i'm coming to the hotel, I was more than sure she was already there.

After we finally came to the car, Oscar and I sat beside each other while the managers took another car.
I was waiting for a reply from Amber on Instagram, she's been online while I was being left on delivered, which was getting my nerves, because why would she do that?

Shaking my leg Oscar told me to calm down, but I couldn't. I was obsessed with the girl and I know it maybe isn't the best thing, but it was the truth.

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We all checked in the hotel and I went to my room and went straight to shower, then called one of the McLaren managers and commanded them to tell me where my girlfriend is staying.
I got the floor and the room, so I immediately went to see her, there was still no reply from her.

I knocked on the door exactly four times, the knocks were dominant there was even a little of anger lingering them.
She opened the door in her satin pyjamas and her hair has been put in a bun, she's also got her glasses on, even though she wears them so rarely.
While I take in her beauty, she snaps her fingers at me.

"Yes, Lando? What do you need?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
"Maybe a reply to my message and some cuddles?" I laugh quietly at the second part of this sentence, while the first one was dead serious.
"I'm tired, sorry." She tells me and I believe her. Even though she looks beautiful, she also looks drained. After all it's been a long day.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" I ask, begging for an approval, but I see the weird look on her face.
"I don't know, I'm really tired. I'd rather not do anything tonight." She lowered her head and my eyes widened. Did she think I'd want her to have sex with me, even though she's tired and just wants to sleep?

"Berry, I said 'can I sleep with you', not 'have sex with me'." I smile softly and rub her cheek, pulling her into a small peck on the lips for reassurance.
"Okay, we can sleep." Now her face was painted with a smile with all of her teeth showing, it was rather cute.

"Let's sleep then."

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