𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬, lando norris

bad liar

lando norris:

"you know, maybe you just need a rebound or something" daniel shrugs next to me, taking a bite of his pancakes.

"a rebound?" i ask, scoffing as i chewed my breakfast.

it had been almost a year since luisa and i had broken up, and for some stupid reason, daniel couldn't let it go that i seemed depressed.

and for some stupid reason, i was starting to believe him.

was i really that depressed? heartbroken even? we'd ended our relationship on good terms, and i was ready to move on.

"yeah man!" daniel shrugs with a grin, as if it was so simple. "the only way to get over someone is under someone else" he winks.

"under...?" i widen my eyes with a grin, and daniel laughs loudly upon noticing my expression.

"oh alright, over someone else, if that doesn't bruise your ego so much" he teases, as i rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore my teammates antics.

i then paused for a moment, taking a few more bites of my breakfast, as the hotel began to draw more and more guests as the morning progressed.

"is it really worth it though?" i wonder out loud a few moments later, as daniel looked up from his phone, offering a confused expression.

"huh?" he mumbles, putting down his phone as i rolled my eyes.

how could this guy be so forgetful?

i draw my lips into a line, raising my eyebrows in hopes that my unspoken words remind daniel of what he'd just told me only a few minutes ago.

"oh!" daniel laughs, "your rebound? yeah! why not?" he laughs brightly, seeming so relaxed about this situation.

wasn't having a rebound kind of messed up? i'd never had one before... but it just felt wrong.

daniel must have noticed the conflicted expression on my face, as he offers me a sympathetic frown, squeezing my shoulder.

"hey, look... it's not for everyone, but it definitely helps speed up the process, you know?" daniel shrugs, "i wouldn't have gotten over some people as quickly if it weren't for a rebound."

this week, we were in silverstone for the british grand prix. i was excited, considering it was my home grand prix, and the energy at the track just felt completely unmatched to me.

daniel and i walk side by side across the paddock, making our way to the mclaren motor-home.

"wait!" daniel gasps, "you should be scoping people out right now!" he nudges my side, as i groan, rubbing my side.

"i'm serious!" daniel warns.

"are you out of your mind!" i hiss, "you cannot still be talking about this rebound shit!"

daniel looks at me as though i'm some kind of idiot, laughing, as he drags me to sit at one of the tables next to the motorhome.

fucking hell.

i groan, resting my head in my hands as i glare at daniel, meanwhile, he's occupied with analysing people passing by us.