So High School - Lando Norris

5

We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind

- Late Night Talking, Harry Styles-

25.02.2024

London, England

(A/N I changed to a third person, It's easier for me to write more )

Bridget was staring at her clothes and didn't know what to pack. The weather in Bahrain would be around 20°C warmer than in London. Her suitcase was still empty, and, as always, her music was so loud that Kimberly came to complain about it.

Kimmy saw that Bridget's suitcase was empty. She sat beside her and said, "You do know you must put your clothes in the suitcase yourself, right?"

Bridget rolled her eyes, threw herself onto the bed, and groaned. "I don't know what to pack," she said, with her hands on her head. Kimmy gave her a sympathetic smile and reassured her that she would help.

Together, they picked out a few outfits, and Kimmy added more clothes for safety so that Bridget would have some options for the next two weeks.

Kimmy grabbed a lingerie set that Thea had picked out for Bridget. She let out a whistle and commented, "Lando would surely like this one." She packed it in the suitcase.

After a while, the suitcase was fully packed, and Bridget hoped she hadn't overpacked. "Lou, bring the weighing scale," Kimmy commanded her boyfriend.

Being the good guy he was, Louis brought it and set it on the floor. They lifted the suitcase and put it on the scale. "Please don't be over 23 kilos, please, please," Bridget said, crossing her fingers.

It was 22.5 kilos, and Bridget was happy about it, though she knew there would be a problem when she returned to London her suitcase would be heavier.

After packing, Kimmy and Louis went on their date night, leaving Bridget alone in the apartment. She decided to make dinner and continue watching the series she had been following.

Just as she sat down on the couch with her dinner (lemon pasta) someone rang the doorbell. She didn't want to get up but groaned and opened the door. It was Lando, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

He walked in and took off his shoes. "Wanted to see you," he said with a goofy smile. "And I was in London anyway," he added.

They both walked into the living room and sat on the couch. The food Bridget had just made was still untouched.

"Uhmm, do you want some?" she asked him.

"Sure, thanks," he said, and Bridget went into the kitchen to get him a portion.

"So, why did you want to see me?" she asked, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, facing him.

"I just wanted to explain what a race week is like and help you mentally prepare," he said, taking a bite. "God, this is good. What is it?"

"Lemon pasta," she replied, watching Lando eat as if he hadn't had a meal in days.

Lando continued explaining how stressful race weekends can be, with all the media attention and fan interactions, but Bridget's mind wandered. She couldn't stop thinking about his lips and what it would be like to kiss them.

"And then there are the fans," Lando said, continuing to talk about how intense they could be. He kept talking, but Bridget was barely listening. She picked up a few words but couldn't piece them together.

On the other side, Lando was wondering if she was even paying attention. As he noticed how unfocused she seemed, he became quieter, feeling unsure of himself. He tried to act like he didn't care, but deep down, he couldn't help overthinking.

Bridget realized that Lando had gone quiet and tried to say something. "It all sounds kinda tough. You want to enjoy something, but you can't even be yourself," she said, finishing the last bite of her food.

"Yeah, sometimes I wish Formula 1 hadn't been my childhood dream. I have all this attention but no wins," he said, looking a bit sad. Bridget put her hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You'll win. You have me this year-your new lucky charm," she said, resting her chin on her palms and smiling goofily.

Lando chuckled. "Yeah, sure. We'll see if you're any help," he joked, and Bridget could only smile.

Bridget stood up and walked to the windowsill, where the cushions were piled. Lando watched her move. She opened the window, took a cigarette from her pack, and lit it.

She took a puff and exhaled, leaning her head against the wall. "If you ever win, you'll take me to a fancy dinner at a fancy restaurant, and we'll order the fanciest wine," she said, looking at him.

Bridget was hinting at a date, but she knew men often missed such hints. "And what if I never win?" he asked.

Bridget thought for a moment and then grinned mischievously. "Then you'll have to walk around Monaco in a papaya costume," she said. His eyes widened in horror.

"No, no, I won't. So let's hope I win the race. But wait, why do I have to take you to dinner?" he asked. "Shouldn't it be the other way around? If I win, you should pay."

Bridget shook her head. "No, no. If you win, you should treat your lucky charm. Plus, you have way more money than I do."

Lando just rolled his eyes, watching her. After a few more puffs, she came back and sat beside him. "So, what are we doing?" he asked.

Bridget opened her streaming service and already had an idea. "We're watching Notting Hill."

Besides Bridget Jones's Diary, Notting Hill was one of her favourite movies. When they were younger, she had forced Lando and another boy to watch it with her. What she didn't know was that it had also become one of Lando's favourite movies.

Bridget started the movie, grabbed a blanket, and snuggled into it. But after only half an hour, she fell asleep.

Her head rested on Lando's chest, and all he could do was smile. The butterflies in his stomach were going wild. He held her tight and soon drifted off to sleep as well.

When the movie ended, Kimmy and Louis came back from their date night. Kimmy noticed a pair of men's shoes on the floor. She put a finger to her lips, and they tiptoed into the living room.

The TV was still on, and Notting Hill was playing the scene where Anna confessed her feelings to William. They quietly moved closer to the sofa and saw Bridget and Lando cuddled up, fast asleep.

"Should we wake them?" Louis asked. Kimmy slapped his arm. "No!" she whispered fiercely.

They both sneaked into their bedroom, leaving Bridget and Lando sleeping peacefully on the couch.

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter, didn't have more ideas.

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