Lando Norris sat in his Formula 1 car, the roar of the engine vibrating through his body as he prepared for another race. The crowd was electric, the lights dimmed, and the pit crew scurried around him, making final adjustments. But for a moment, Lando’s mind drifted away from the speed and strategy that would soon consume him.
He thought about her. Y/N.
It was almost a year ago that they had met. Lando had been at an exclusive charity event, surrounded by fans, fellow drivers, and celebrities, when he’d noticed her standing by herself, leaning against a stone pillar near the edge of the venue. There was something about the way she looked up at him, as if she was seeing him not as a Formula 1 driver, but as just another person.
That was the moment everything had changed for him.
They had talked for hours that night, about everything and nothing. Y/N wasn’t like the usual crowd Lando was used to. She wasn’t starstruck or eager to ask for autographs. She had asked him about his life beyond the track, about his dreams, his doubts, and what it felt like to push himself to the limit every time he got into the car. And somehow, amidst the chaos of his world, Lando had found peace in those conversations.
As the months passed, their relationship had blossomed, quiet moments spent away from the cameras and media, and passionate conversations under the starlit sky. They were opposites in many ways—Lando was always surrounded by adrenaline and noise, while Y/N found solace in the quiet. But it worked. Their connection was undeniable.
Today, as he sat in the cockpit, waiting for the race to begin, Lando couldn’t help but feel the familiar flutter in his chest when he thought about her. Y/N had texted him this morning, sending her usual messages of encouragement. "Go fast, but remember to come back safe."
It was always a joke between them—her pretending to be the cautious one while he lived life at full throttle.
The lights went out, and Lando’s focus snapped back to the track as he accelerated, feeling the G-forces press against his body. The car responded to every shift of his foot, every turn of the wheel. There was nothing quite like the sensation of being in the zone, where time seemed to slow down, and every move was instinctive.
But as the race unfolded, with each lap that passed, Lando’s thoughts kept returning to Y/N. He wondered how she was watching the race, if she was there with her friends or watching from home. Was she nervous? Was she proud of him?
It wasn’t until the final lap that he was reminded of just how much his world had shifted. Lando had built a reputation as one of the fastest and most talented drivers on the grid, but with Y/N in his life, the rush of the race didn’t hold the same weight. He raced not just for the thrill, but for her, too.
He crossed the finish line in first place, his team celebrating over the radio. He had won the race, but it was Y/N’s voice that filled his heart. He couldn’t wait to see her.
The post-race interviews blurred by as he answered questions mechanically, his thoughts already on the moment he could call her. When he finally got back to the paddock, he pulled out his phone and saw a message from her: "I knew you could do it. Proud of you, Lando."
Smiling, he texted back: “Can’t wait to see you tonight. I miss you.”
The sound of his team's cheers was drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat, racing not from the thrill of victory but from the anticipation of being with the one person who grounded him. Y/N had taught him something that no amount of podiums or trophies ever could: true happiness didn’t come from speed. It came from finding someone who made the world stand still, even if just for a moment.
As Lando stepped off the podium, the excitement of the win faded into the background, and all that mattered was getting back to her.
