SCARY LOVE, lando norris

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PRACTICE DAY ARRIVED ON FRIDAY in Austin for the US Grand Prix. Amelia missed out the day prior, since it was media day and she didn't have much to do. She was attending the practice sessions though, so she was bound to be more entertained the whole day.
The morning of Thursday played out a bit differently than she had anticipated.

She was planning on sleeping in, since she didn't have to wake up early, the contrary of what the man, whom she had shared a bed with, had to do. He had woken up bright and early to start the weekend properly. Maybe even get some breakfast with a friend or two.
What the both of them hadn't thought of, was the fact that they would wake up, completely entangled within each other.

The night prior, the pair agreed on sharing the bed, with a barrier of pillows in the middle, separating them. Nothing could go wrong, right? That's what they had thought too.
Instead, they woke up with their legs tangled together and Lando's arm wrapped protectively around Amelia's waist. The border of pillows long gone, somewhere lying on the floor. Amelia had no idea how that happened, though Lando knew exactly how it happened, yet he acted as clueless as Amelia, and couldn't help but notice her flushed cheeks.

They decided to just forget about it and not speak on it. They were grown adults after all. It was fine.

Amelia walked by Lando's side to the entry of the paddock, her pass ready in her hand to scan it. Lando had given her a whole rundown about how it all worked. She tended to learn quickly, so getting lost in the paddock shouldn't be a problem for her.

As the both of them made it through, a bunch of cameras awaited them, ready to photo and video graph everything; them particularly. Seeing Lando entering the paddock with a girl, was something that never occurred. This was the first time, so a lot of heads were turned to them, surprised.

Amelia anxiously looked at the cameras whilst still walking with Lando. She reached out to him grabbing his arm, wrapping her hand around his bicep. She felt him slightly tense up under her touch, but she paid no attention to it. Lando glanced down at her to see her chest rise up and down at a fast rate. He picked up his pace a bit, trying to make his way to the McLaren hospitality as quickly as possible.

As they passed the different motorhomes of the other teams, they passed some drivers, waving at them. Some of them Amelia recognized, some she didn't. One she did recognize was Lewis Hamilton. She had heard of him quite frequently before, having seen him at the Met Gala a few years ago. She didn't get the chance to talk to him.

When they arrived at the correct motorhome, Lando led her up the hospitality. He gave her a bit of a tour of it. "Here you can watch the race and sit, instead of having to stand in the garage the whole time." he explained to her. Amelia nodded. "Well, what if i want to stand in the garage the whole time?" she asked.

"Your precious feet will hurt!" he teased her smirking. Amelia scoffed and gave him a disgusted look. "Don't talk about my feet like that, you weirdo! Do you have a feet fetish?"

"I don't know, do you have an arm or hand fetish? Because i'm pretty sure you keep on staring at my arm." he stepped closer to her, feeling her breath hit his chest, slightly tickling him. Amelia blushed being caught off. She cleared her throat and started to walk to exit door. "We should head to the garage. Practice starts soon, doesn't it?"

Lando nodded smiling, deciding to let his previous question linger in the air, already knowing the answer. He led them out the hospitality to the garage, Amelia taking careful notice of her surroundings. When they got there, she ensured herself that she knew her way around the paddock. Now the pit lane.