Formula 1 | One Shots

Sweet Creature | Lando Norris

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by: softmalone2point0

Done in Lando POV!

We all need some fluff after the last chapter, this is a short one ❤️ 
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I had just gotten home from training when I saw my girlfriend running around our apartment, three dresses in her hand. Our bedroom looked like a bomb went off in it, piles of clothes scattered everywhere. I nearly killed myself tripping over a pair of her heels.

"Chelsea?"

"Oh Lando, this is horrible!! FUCK!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Baby, what happened?" I asked, starting to get worried. I dropped my backpack on the floor, running over towards her.

"I have nothing to wear for the Harry Styles concert tonight!!"

I let out a deep sigh, previously thinking something had happened to her. I didn't even know she had gotten the tickets. "You're insane."

"I'm just a girl..."

"And well...actually.....WE'RE insane, because you're coming with me."

"No, absolutely not. I do not want to be in an arena filled with fourteen year old girls screaming at the top of their lungs."

"Fourteen year old girls and me" she teased.

Truthfully I didn't mind Harrys music. It was catchy and he always had a good beat. It was more so the though of being dragged to the concert. Harry had some...interesting fan girls, almost as interesting as some of the F1 fans.

"If you come with me tonight, I'll do that thing you likeeee" she whispered, batting her eyelashes innocently. My ears perked up when she said that and I figured one night of hell would be worth it for my girl. I paused in thought, letting her think I was still against it. Of course I would cave, I'd do anything for her.

"Come on, Lan," she said, practically begging. "It'll be fun!"

"Fun. You know I'm not really into his music, Chels."

She just smiled, that mischievous smile that always makes me wonder what she was up to. "Trust me. I'll make your night worth it."

"Fine, you win....but I get to pick our next vacation spot."

"Deal Lan" she laughed.

So, that's how I found myself at Wembley, surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, with Chelsea beside me, looking like she'd just walked out of a Vogue magazine. She curled her hair and slipped on a body hugging green snakeskin dress, mumbling something about a shoutout to a reputation? I had no clue what she was on about.  

Her excitement was infectious, and despite me not wanting to come, I found myself tapping my foot to the beat. Damn you Harry Styles, you got me singing along to songs I didn't even realize I knew the words to.

When Harry first took the stage, I couldn't deny the guy had charisma. He had the crowd in the palm of his hand, and even though I'd never admit it to anyone, I started to get into it. Chelsea kept glancing at me, waiting for me to crack a smile. And eventually, I did.

Then, the first chords of "Fine Line" echoed through the stadium. There was something in the way Harry sang, something raw and real that hit me right in the chest. I looked over at Chelsea, and she was completely lost in the music, her eyes closed, swaying softly. I felt my heart skip a beat, and before I knew it, an idea popped into my head.

I'd been carrying the ring around for weeks, waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe it was the music, or the way Chelsea looked under the lights, but I knew this was it. I reached into my pocket, my heart racing faster than when I'm on the final lap of a race.

"Crisp trepidation...I'll try to shake this soon...Spreading you open.. Is the only way of knowing you...We'll be a fine line...We'll be a fine line."

As Harry sang, "We'll be a fine line," I turned to Chelsea and took her hand. She opened her eyes, a question in them, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I dropped to one knee, right there in the middle of thousands of screaming people.

"I know I said I wasn't into this kind of thing," I began, my voice a little shaky, "but you were right, Chels. You always are. And I realized, right now, there's no place I'd rather be than here with you, for the rest of my life."

"Baby, will you marry me?"

Tears filled her eyes, she too overwhelmed to speak. "Lan I....omg...no-"

Jesus christ, was this girl about to break my heart at a Harry Styles concert? "...There's no way you think I would say anything but yes. Of course I'll marry you baby!"

"For fucks sake Chelsea! My heart almost gave out, I was prepared to let these fan girls stampede over me to end my misery" I joked.

I slid the ring onto her finger, and she pulled me to my feet, wrapping her arms around me. The crowd around us was cheering, but all I could focus on was Chelsea. My eyes dropped to her lips, the lips I wanted to spend the rest of my life kissing.

"Just kiss me already silly."

I didn't need to be told twice. I placed my lips on her, all of the weight of the evening transferring into passion. I think this was the happiest night of my life. I watched as everyone around us clapped and cheered. Harry winked towards us and Chelsea nearly fainted. 

Our foreheads rested on each other as the song came to an end, applause filling the arena. "I love you" I whispered to her. "And I love you."

With her by my side till death do us part, I knew I could accomplish anything and everything. She was my sweet creature, my fine line, my only angel. Suddenly a memory flashed into my mind.

"Wait, you'll still do thing I like tonight, right?"

She gave me a look. "Right???" I whined again.

"Oh Lan, don't even change" she laughed, but ultimately nodding her head.

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The requested plot: "Could you do one where Lando's girlfriend Chelsea, drags Lando to a Harry Styles concert even though Lando says he doesn't like him and turns out he actually does, and Lando proposes during Fine Line."

HAPPY RACE WEEK, god the wait is over!! Up next is a cutesy Lewis story hehehe 😉❤️