𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦/ LANDO NORRIS FANFICTION

𝔹𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝔻𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤

--𝕍𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕟𝕒'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍---

As Charles and I talk, I glance over at Arthur's phone next to me. "What are you doing?" I ask, and he looks up at me with a grin.

"Telling everyone you're here. They're coming now!"

A few moments later, Daniel Ricciardo walks in with Yuki Tsunoda, Max Verstappen, Checo Perez, Carlos Sainz, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Oscar Piastri, and fucking Lando Norris. The moment I see him step through the door, my heart skips a beat; he looks so hot, oh my God.

"Viviii!" Daniel yells, running over to me and hugging me with his usual big smile. I stand up, greeting all the drivers, and then I get to Lando.

"Hey, Lando," I say, hugging him. To be honest, I don't want to let go.

"Hey, Viv," he says, holding on to me tight. Everyone stares for a moment before going back to talking.

After a bit, Daniel brings up something. "Tonight is going to be so fucking  fun, just like old times, Viv," he says, bringing me into a side hug. I look at him, confused.

"Ah, Danny, it was a surprise," Charles says, and everyone laughs.

"why what are we doing tonight?" I ask grinning over at Charles, "you'll see" he replies.

Danny apologizes, and the conversation resumes, everyone asking how uni is going. Then Lando makes his way up to me. "Hey," he says, slightly squeezing my arm, his hand sliding down to my hip. I quickly look up at him.

"Hey, Lando," I reply, my heart racing.

"No 'Lans'? I miss when you used to call me that," he says, and I lightly laugh, memories flooding back to my mind.

"Yeah, so do I." I stop and look down, out of shame. "You wanna go chat somewhere else?" he asks, reassuring me.

"Please, I really need to talk to you," I say back. We walk over to the McLaren motorhome, making our way into his room. He closes the door, and I sit on the couch.

"Lando... I'm so sorry," I say, a tear running down my cheek. "I never meant to act like that toward you. You were just trying to help me, and I just pushed you away."

"Viv, I know what you were going through, but it doesn't make it okay," he replies.

"I know, I know. I just—" I start, but Lando interrupts me.

"No. I don't think you do know. I tried calling you, messaging you, and you just... ghosted me. I thought we were friends." His words hit me like a slap.

"I didn't know how to deal with it! I was a mess, and you were just... you were the last person I wanted to hurt."

"Yet you did. And it fucking hurt, Viv. You have no idea how hard it was for me to let you go." The rawness in his voice pierces through the fog of my guilt."

Lando shifts closer, his presence warm and comforting, yet charged with unspoken emotions. I can feel the air thickening between us, filled with the words we haven't said and the pain we've tried to forget.

"Viv, I get that things have been rough," he says, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. "But you can't just shut people out. I wanted to be there for you."

"I know," I reply, my voice trembling slightly. "I just didn't want to drag you down with me. I thought you'd be better off without the weight of my shit."

He shakes his head, frustration mingling with concern. "That's not how it works, Viv. Friends are supposed to carry each other's burdens. I would've taken all of it if you let me." He pauses, searching my eyes for understanding. "I wanted to be your safe place, but you pushed me away."

I feel a lump forming in my throat, the weight of my choices crashing down on me. "I was scared, Lando. Scared of getting hurt again. Scared of what you'd think of me if you saw the real me."

"I've seen you, Viv. The real you is beautiful, even with all the scars," he says, his gaze steady and sincere. "You don't have to hide from me."

I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the truth I need to share. "I haven't been okay. Not at all. There have been days when I couldn't even get out of bed, and I felt like I was drowning. I thought I could handle it alone, but I was wrong."

Lando's expression shifts to one of empathy as he takes my hand in his, his thumb brushing softly against my knuckles. "I get it, Viv. You've been through a lot. But shutting people out doesn't help."

His touch ignites a spark of warmth within me, and I can't help but lean into it, craving the connection I once had with him. "It's just... everything feels so heavy," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I know it feels that way, but you're tougher than you think," he replies, his gaze steady and serious. "You've been fighting through this for a while. Just let me help."

I look into his eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, but all I see is sincerity and care. "I don't want to drag you down, Lando. You have your own life, your own career."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "You're not dragging me down. You're a part of my life, and being with you makes it a hell of a lot better."

My heart races at his words, and I can feel the familiar warmth creeping up my cheeks. "But what if I'm too much? What if I can't be the person you remember?"

"Then we'll figure it out together. I'm not asking you to be anyone but yourself," he assures me, squeezing my hand. "Just take it one day at a time."

"Okay," I reply, a small, fragile smile breaking through my tears. "I just... I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, Viv," he says, his voice filled with an intensity that sends butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Let's just focus on the moment. I'm here now, and that's what matters."

Before I can respond, there's a knock on the door, jolting me from the moment. "Hey, we need to get to practice two!" Charles opens the door, his voice a mixture of impatience and concern.

Lando glances toward the door before turning back to me. "I'm sure Lando needs to get ready. Come to the Ferrari garage, Viv," Charles suggests, trying to keep his tone light, but I can hear the underlying tension.

Lando smirks slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, actually, if you want, Viv, you can sit in the McLaren garage and watch me during practice."

I can feel the air shift as Charles's expression hardens. His eyes narrow, a flicker of jealousy crossing his face that doesn't go unnoticed by me. I can't help but feel a mix of excitement and discomfort.

"Maybe tomorrow," I reply, trying to ease the tension. "But I promised Charles I'd watch him."

"Yeah, of course," Lando says, his tone understanding, but I can tell he's disappointed. He walks behind me as we head toward the door, and I catch a glimpse of Charles's stiff posture out of the corner of my eye.

Just as I walk behind Charles, Lando leans in close, whispering in my ear, "I can see your thong through that dress, darling." He squeezes my ass, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"Lando, what did he say?" Charles asks, his voice cutting through the moment without seeing Lando's movement.

I freeze, a mixture of embarrassment and thrill washing over me. Lando's smirk grows, and he steps back, feigning innocence. I glance at Charles, whose jaw is clenched, trying to keep his composure, and I can't help but bite my lip to suppress a smile.

"Nothing important," Lando replies casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Sure it wasn't," Charles says, his tone dripping with sarcasm as we finally open the door, stepping out into the bustling paddock, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between us.