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LANDO NORRIS
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I don't get a break all week, with the season starting back up i'm pushed into a circus of idiots. I have training every day, media, interviews, diets, and no break.
I finally get to breathe when I make it to Saudi Arabia, opening my hotel room door and being greeted with air conditioning and silence.
I crash on my bed happily, not even under the covers before I fall asleep. I'm peaceful and content until I awoke by chattering outside my door.
I groan and try to ignore it but it just keeps getting louder. After a solid two minutes of non stop noise I get up and open the door, "Hey can you-"
"Oh thank god!" Caroline screams and runs under my arm that's holding me up against the door.
"Excuse you?" I scoff as she runs into my room, I watch her enter my bathroom with no invitation and that's when I register that she's only in a towel.
"Can I borrow a shirt? Preferably big so I can go and get another key from downstairs?"
"Maybe if you would explain what the hell you're doing in my room?" I shut the door and sigh.
"I locked myself out obviously!" she groans like it's such an inconvenience to explain, "Someone kept ding dong ditching me!"
"The f-"
"Please Norris! I know you hate me but do you really want me to get caught stuck outside my own room in nothing but a towel!?" she says urgently.
"If this helps you to leave me alone." I grab the first shirt I can find, my McLaren one.
She looks at me like I've gone mental and I take the hint, grabbing her an oversized gray hoodie.
She slams the door shut and comes out two seconds later in my hoodie. I clear my throat because she looks good, i'm not blind. Her legs are tanned and her hair is wet and- she's staring at me.
"Bye." She leaves so quickly I can't tell if I dreamt that. I fall back asleep two minutes later.
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Oscar snaps his fingers in front of my face, pulling my headphones off. I look up at him. We're in Mclaren hospitality with our families.
"Mate, you have like five hours until Quali. Come hang out." I stand, knowing I should buy fuck i'm nervous this weekend. After placing 8th in the first race I'm pretty low especially because Oscar got 4th.
I smile next to my parents, resting my head on my Mums shoulder. My siblings couldn't come but it's always nice having my parents here, even if I don't do great.
My dad swats my arm, "Lando, we want to see Carlos!" This makes me laugh.
"He's getting surgery! Appendix. Also- You know this is our job right?" Oscar's parents laugh at this.
His mum smiles, "You boys are just precious, do you all get along? How about Caroline? I'd love to see her."
"She's definitely busy, her whole family is here." Oscar sips his water, I forget how close they are sometimes.
"Well if you see her, tell her good luck and I hope she wins!" Oscar scoffs at his mum's words.
"Not me?" he laughs.
"Lando, Oscar!" We're called out of the room for a quick strategy meeting by our PR manager, Phil. He's very tall, British, and pale.
"This weekend will be fine." Oscar gives me a concerned look, "Lando."
"You're too damn peppy"
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Quali went okay...
I start fifth which is good enough considering I have two red bulls, a ferrari, and a mercedes in front of me.
An F2 kid is driving in place of Carlos, good for him but great for me since Carlos was in front of me last race.
The next day I run in the morning, pumping myself up. The morning is a blur of people and conversations I've already forgotten.
I'm in my race suit while I walk to Max outside of his garage, "You look like shit."
"Mm noted." I run my hand through my hair.
"I know what you need." He nods and i'm expecting some sage wisdom but instead he says, "Sex."
I roll my eyes, "In what time?"
He laughs, "You find time. Trust me-"
"Yeah, I'll take your word for it." I really don't want him to elaborate. Our teams call us in and we wish each other luck.
"You got this Lando." My head engineer pats my shoulder and I nod.
"I got this."
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I don't fucking got this.
We're an hour in and I've dropped one place already. "Lineup?" I say through my headset.
"Verstappen, Leclerc, Hamilton, Wells, and Russell in front of you." Wells dropped massively which concerns me because I won't be able to move up thanks to her annoyingly good defending.
"Box Box." I pull into the pit lane and let out a breath in the three seconds it takes to change my tires to soft. I pull out quickly and am behind Wells now.
"Try to push a little more." and I do, turning the corner and going to the outside of her car. We're driving side by side now and I know one of us has to chicken out to make this hairpin.
"Come on Wells." I mumble to myself, staring at the upcoming turn.
I know she's going to back off.
She has to back off.
We start to turn and I think I'm going to make it!
But then, I over correct.
I try to fix it but my issue is already set and done, I slide into the wall, taking Wells with me.
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Fanfic"You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face." ⋆ ˚‧｡⋆ In which two F1 drivers despise eachother. But how different are love and hate... really? loosely based on the song gorgeous by taylor swift because it's hot :)
