SCARY LOVE, lando norris

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          PULLING UP AT THE AIRPORT, Amelia let out a sigh. She still couldn't believe she was really doing this. Flying out to watch an F1 race, support her fake boyfriend, just to make him seem like less of an asshole. Sounds about right. Amelia was interrupted from her thoughts when Lando spoke up. "You okay?"
She looked at him, and gave him a little reassuring smile. "Yeah, fine. You?"
"I'm good?" he chuckled,
Amelia nodded. "Let's go, then." She got out of the car and walked to the trunk.

"Got it!" Lando exclaimed, rushing to collect both of their suitcases and their bags. Amelia rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. "You do know that i can carry my own suitcase, right? No need for you to carry it."
"Yeah, I'm aware of that," he shrugged unfazed. They fell into step together and walked to the airport. Amelia pulled the hood of her sweater over her head, in attempt to not be noticed by anyone. Lando pulled it right down. "We need to be spotted together, remember? Gotta make this as believable as possible."

Shit, he's right.

"Yeah, of course. Just used to it, you know?" They entered the airport, and Lando led them through to the private area, where their plane awaited them. Amelia looked around the busy bustling airport, grateful to not have to be in the midst of the chaos for once. If she ever had to fly out somewhere, she always flew economy, not feeling the need to fly on a fancy, expensive private jet. Not that the price was a problem, she just preferred to have some people around her. It comforted her to know, that she had people around. This was the first time that she was flying in a private jet, ever.

She was going to fly in a private jet for the first time. With her 'boyfriend'. Alone. For 10 hours.

No turning back now.

They descended a flight of stairs that took them to their jet. They gave each of the marshalls a small smile before entering the plane. It was small, yet cozy. Exactly how she liked it. It was a creme colored leather interior, with navy pillows to match, on top the couch. "What, you've never been in a private jet before? You're eyeing it like it's a bowl of sweets." Lando joked, sitting on one side of the couch. Amelia huffed. "I'm not, just analyzing it."
"Ohh, alright, got it." Lando responded sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "It just looks- i like it. It's nice. I really do." she sat on the other side of the couch.

He smiled at her. "Well i'm glad, because you're gonna spend the next 10 hours in here, with this guy." he pointed at himself with his thumb. Amelia raised her arms, fake cheering. "Woohoo, can't wait." she deadpanned. Lando gave her a serious look before smiling slightly.
The pilot poked his head through the curtain, separating the cockpit and the seating area. "We're gonna take off now, so i will have to ask you to sit on the seats and buckle up." a clear southern American accent told them.

"Yep, we'll do! Thanks." Lando responded, getting up. Amelia followed suit, and gave the pilot a little 'thanks'. They sat on the seats next to each other. Amelia exhaled nervously as they buckled up. She kept her hands in her lap, playing with her rings. As they took off, Amelia slightly held her breath. She didn't mind flying, it was the take off and landing that freaked her out slightly.

Seeing her on edge, concerned Lando. He looked at her, her chest wasn't falling up and down from breathing, like it should. She clutched the sides of the seat, closing her eyes here and there. Without hesitation, he grabbed her hand, trying to calm her down. Amelia turned to Lando, who only nodded at her, a sympathetic expression on his face. "You're okay." he reassured, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. She instantly felt a weight he lifted off her shoulders. She felt comfort in his touch, his soft, warm hands distracting her from thinking the worst. She wanted to hold his hands forever. She needed to feel his touch, forever.

After the pilot announced that they're safely flying, Lando unbuckled his seatbelt, and sat on the seat opposite of Amelia, a small table separating them. He gave her a sincere smile. "So, what're you gonna do these next 10 hours?" he questioned.
Amelia shrugged. "Well i've got some books, downloaded some movies, an-"
"Wait, wait... books? As in multiple?" he questioned. Amelia gave him a weird look. "Yeah? What, you don't read?" Lando shook his head. "Never was much of a reader."
"Well, i've got some options here, if you're willing to try." Amelia smiled at a nodding Lando. "Yeah, sure," he agreed. "What do you like about reading anyway?"

Amelia's face immediately brightened up. "It's just amazing, I don't even know how to explain it. It's just great. You can experience all these feelings and emotions all at once. And honestly, it makes me feel so much smarter, even though all i read are romance novels. With the exception of classic literature here and there." Lando smirked at her. "Romance, huh? What kind of romance?" he teased.  Amelia rolled her eyes. "What are you, like 8? It's just this cringy, romance. You know, the type you kinda get butterflies from, just from reading. It's all very giddy and romantic. Nothing weird about that. What kind of romance were you thinking of?" she raised an eyebrow.

Lando bit his lower lip, smirking. "I think we both know what kind i was thinking of." Amelia sighed. "I do have an idea, unfortunately." They both laughed. "You're insufferable, Lando Norris."
"Only for you, Amelia Madden."

This was gonna be a loooong 10 hours.

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author's note
not been proof read!!!!
so so so so so sorry for not updating
in almost a week
life has been crazy and shit and tbh
it still is but we move
this is quite short but i needed something
i'll cook again sooooonn i promise
ALSO THANK YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH FOR 1K+ READS WHAT THE FUCK
IS GOING ONNNNN?????
IM SO GRATEFUL FOR EVERY ONE OF YOU
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