𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄, lando norris

20 ; her eyes

Lando's POV

I didn't know the extend of Noa's depression until I saw the scars on her body. I didn't know that she suffered under the distance that my job had brought between us. Not until Jenna told me.

And I didn't know what to do.

After she had called me, I had decided to make everything possible for her. That she would be able to see the world with me, never be apart from me ever again. Not if she didn't want to.

A few days had passed and we were sitting on her bedroom floor, packing her suitcases. Because we wouldn't be flying with a normal plane but my private jet, there was no weight restriction whatsoever.

But there was something off. Something was wrong with her that she didn't tell me. She was quiet, her eyes looked dull.

But I didn't push, because I knew how exhausting it was to getting questioned about everything. I knew how she felt. At least to some degree, I knew how she felt.

My mental health had suffered more than I liked to admit. Whether it was the constant pressure of the team or the pressure I was putting myself in, I didn't know.

"I'm not sure if the airplane crew will take all of that, Lan. It's at least twenty kilos." She finally spoke up quietly, almost unsure how to address the internal struggle she had for at least the last ten minutes. I looked up at her, a soft smile forming on my lips.

"We're not flying with a normal airplane." I answered shortly, making Noa frown in her movements, her brows drawing together in confusion.

"We're driving?" She questioned, a stunned expression on her pretty face. Her eyes widened the smallest bit, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"To Dschidda? Are you crazy?" I chuckled, shaking my head in mild amusement. She looked so confused, so very adorable.

Noa said nothing, pressing her lips together and I saw the way her head was working on high-speed, trying to think of another option of how to get there.

"We're taking my jet, Noa."

Her eyes widened visibly until they almost looked like they were about to plop out of her head, her hands thrown in front of her mouth in disbelief.

"You're kidding. You don't have a jet." She blurted out, unable to hide the excitement that was starting to grow in her.

I rose my brows, leaning back on my hands.

"Have you forgotten what I do for a living?"

Her features dropped, and I was mesmerised by the beauty in her, all around her. She was perfect. Her body was like a sculpture, adorned with scars that were the most unique ones I had ever seen, scars I knew she despised with all her heart.

Her voice was like honey, like a balm to my weary soul.

Her hands would have been able to heal every wound on my tired body.

Oh, her eyes.

I lost myself in them every time I allowed myself to glance at them. The mix of colours created the most beautiful sea of green and blue, displaying the sky and the ground together.

There was a dark spot in her left eye.

There were small freckles on her nose and cheeks.

Her cheeks. She blushed so easily.

"Er, no. Of course not..." She trailed off, stunned into silence. She refused to live with anything that was expensive, and so I didn't blame her that she didn't know I had a private jet. "I just didn't think you'd have that much money."

She stumbled over her words.

Adorable.

"Darling, I could buy you a whole mansion if you asked me to." And I would. All she had to do was ask.

But I knew she wouldn't.

Her eyes widened again. Whether it was because of the nickname I gave her or the fact that I would be able to buy her a mansion, I didn't know.

"A mansion?!" She squeaked, earning a small chuckle from me. She was enchanting.

She still had so much to learn about me, and I would be willing to tell her everything within a day.

She had me wrapped around her finger.

From the moment I saw her walking around my aunts house with my clothes on, she had me wrapped around her finger. She just didn't know it.

And I didn't, either.

The week I hadn't seen her had opened my eyes, had shown me that somehow, I felt empty when she wasn't around. She had so much to say, had so much love to give —

And I welcomed it with open arms.

Because there was something about her, something I had never seen in anyone before. She was mesmerising. The way she held herself, even though she was in constant pain, the way she never lost her courage.

I would have lost my will to live. If I would have endured what she went through, I would have lost it.

I leaned forward with a soft smile on my lips and gently tucked a lost strand of hair behind her ear, stroking my thumb over her cheek ever so softly.

"A mansion," I nodded, confirming the biggest question running through her mind. "I could give you everything your heart yearns for."

She blinked at me, completely caught off guard.

"You confuse me." She admitted in a quiet whisper, gnawing at her bottom lip as she averted her gaze to look at everything but me.

I cocked my head to the side to try and meet her gaze, my eyes never leaving her face.

"I feel..." She sighed, trailing off, running a hand through her hair. "Safe. With you. I feel safe when you're around."

I could tell it took her much courage to admit it, and I knew that she hadn't let anyone get close to her after what had happened.

Jenna had told me.

I knew she needed me.

And I needed her, too.