Private life | Lando Norris

58 - Streaming

Lando was a tad upset. 

He had just lost out to Charles in Monza after his win in The Netherlands, coming first with a 20 second gap to Max. Pure domination through the entire race. But Monza was different, with the car not performing the way he wanted and only getting fourth in qualifying. He had done well with a second though especially with Oscar missing out on a podium and coming fifth.

Monza was also a show, with the dedicated Ferrari fans screaming their head off when the golden boy Charles won. Ginny was ecstatic. Lando was upset but didn't really show it in his interviews, seeming to be alright with second.

I knew he wasn't. Straight after the podium and acting happy for the cameras he ranted to me about McLaren bring terrible upgrades. 

I listened, of course. 

Currently, at home, he's yelling at Max F on Stream. As soon as we got home, he had a nap then went straight on the Sim for an hour. I didn't mind though, I had a really complicated puzzle to finish which he got for me in The Netherlands. One thing is for sure, I will never get used to private jets. 

"That should be minus a hundred points! This game is so bullshit!" I hear Lando scream. "No, Max, shut up, I told you to back, off! FUCCCCCKKKKKKK!" 

Trying not to grin, I click a piece into place. Life with Lando has been a blur. A perfect, beautiful blur. I've tried to forget his past and focus on the future. My feelings for this man are too much right now. 

Lando's laugh travels from the back room and smile at the noise, my lips kicking up on their own accord. I can't control my face around this man. Every emotion he makes me feel is displayed on my face straight away. I couldn't care less. Lando is a perfect mess of emotion. He loves to hold my hand. Like anywhere. Getting debriefed, he gets me a seat so I can sit next to him. I don't think Zak particularly likes me. Oops. 

Seeing a timer for his curry in the oven go off, I press pause and shuffle to take his already make curry out and my pizza from last night which we forgot to eat because, um, something else came up.

I try not to dwell on the fact that Lando is great in bed and just enjoy it. Really enjoy it.

Turning the oven off, I make sure the curry is hot enough and my pizza not burned, being cooked for the second time. Humming to myself, I cut my dinner up and travel back to the kitchen table, where my puzzle awaits me. Charles loves to make fun of my old person activity. He finds it hilarious. I've caught him staring at it a couple of times, trying to figure out the next piece. 

After a few minutes of Lando yelling, I hear loud 'fuck, my curry' before he's bolting into the kitchen. 

"Shit, shit, shit-oh." Halting in the doorway, he turns to me slowly, eyes narrowed. "How long has my food been out?"

I shrug "Just a couple of minutes, I didn't want to both you on stream or whatever." I smile while biting into my food that he looks enviously at. Sighing, he clanks around the kitchen for a while, opening the dishwasher for a fork. 

"I unloaded it, there in the drawer." My voice muffled by my full mouth. 

"Why are you so perfect." He mutters to himself. To my surprise, he sits down next to me, looking over my puzzle and my boarder already done. "This is coming along nicely." He says, words muffled by his food.

Slightly confused, I nod back. "Thanks, you okay?" 

He looks up, eyes twinkling. "Yeah, I wanted to sit with you to eat." Damn it if my heart doesn't burst. 

"Oh." I can't control the smile spreading quickly over my face. 

"How long have you got to finish this?" He asks, forking more food into his mouth.