𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, lando norris

╰┈➤ ❝𝟎𝟐𝟗, 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜.❞

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧
 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐦

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A couple of days go by and Lando and I were back at work. It was good to be back, around the McLaren family. 

"Alright, (Y/n), Lando's got a couple of people that want to do interviews with him today." Zak says as he hands me a notebook that had a schedule scribbled down on it. Today was Thursday, media day in Silverstone. "Make sure he gets to all of them in time."

I nod with a small smile and walk towards Lando's room in the McLaren hospitality. "Lando!" I call out in a sing song voice through his door before opening it slightly and closing it immediately after he had warned me he was shirtless. 

"Hurry and put on a shirt you've got some interviews to do." I order as I read through the names of the interviewers. "Looks like Martin is first!"

Lando nods and grabs his Mclaren shirt, pulling it over his head. 

"Look, we're matching!" He grins as he points at our matching black baggy jeans and matching Mclaren tops. "Even the shoes!" He says, pointing out our white air forces. "I totally didn't ask Daniel what you were wearing so that I could match with you. Totally." He mumbles the last part, making me give him a look before chuckling. 

"Alright, lets go meet up with Martin." I chime, leading the way to the destination.

Lando did his interview with Martin as I stood behind the camera, which was in front of Lando. Lando's eyes kept diverting towards me, then back to Martin or the camera. 

"Alright, cheers, Mate." Lando says bye to Martin before hopping over the fence that was separating us and throwing an arm over my shoulder, trying to make it as friendly as possible to no one would think we were together, after all we aren't public yet. "Who's next?"

"Some girl called Genevieve." I furrow my brows, confused. 

"Huh?" Lando numbles, also confused. "Never heard of her. She must be new." 

"Yeah, probably. Lets go." I say, shoving Lando's heavy arm off my shoulders. 

He trails behind as some fans stop him to take pictures before rushing forwards to catch up with me. 

"You walk so fast." He complains.

"Or you're just slow. Speed up." I order as I continue walking.

"Sometimes I wish you acted more like my girlfriend than my manager." He sighs.

"Number 1, umm?? Number 2, we aren't public yet so there is no acting like your girlfriend, especially at work when we need to keep it professional." I state.

Suddenly, I feel myself get shoved onto a wall that was completely empty. This definitely freaked me out, but what freaked me out more was the lips that were smashed onto mine and the hand that had a tight grip on my jaw. I recognised his lips. I sigh into the kiss, giving in for a few seconds, but when I feel Lando's mouth open so he could shove his tongue down my throat, I push him away.

"What are you doing?" I hiss, fixing his hair which was slightly messed up from the gentle grip I had on it.

"Keeping it profesh, like you asked." He smirks at me.

I raise a brow at him as he leans down for another kiss, which I dodge by grabbing his face with one hand and placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

"You're so weird." I laugh as I shove him off of me and continue walking. He runs up behind me and looks over my shoulder to see what I was looking at on my clipboard. "You're lucky your interview starts in 2 minutes, we would've been late otherwise cuz you cant keep your dick in your pants."