Formula One • One Shots & Preferences • DISCONTINUED

➢ Lando Norris - "We can't be together... I'm sorry."

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I have always been a hard worker, even since day one. As a kid, I tried my best to impress others by any means necessary so that they could see my full potential. It was a pivotal stage in my life as it started to carve out my pathway into music and being in the spotlight. By age seventeen, I had already released a single that went straight to no.1 in over forty countries, and by nineteen came my long awaited album. This meant that a tour would be following, starting in September and lasting for a year as I travel the world and perform.

My manager, Katherine (Kate when we were getting along), thought that performing in front of a large group was a great way to get the word out. Since it fell in so nicely with my schedule, she arranged for me to perform at the British GP. I didn't know whether to be thrilled or anxious; I have a somewhat history with one of the newer drivers.

I met Lando Norris when I was eleven and we started at the same secondary school. To begin with, we were always competing and most definitely not friends. He and I both hated it when either one of us outcompeted the other, so much so the teachers would never hand us our tests back in the same room.

Thankfully, we grew out of this stage (to an extent) as we matured. It happened to be in detention one evening in year ten - we were put there because of our disruption in class. The teachers had finally had enough.

"So, how'd you do so well in music?" He had asked me once the teacher had left, flicking his fringe to the side.

"I want to peruse a music career." I replied, eyes staring at the door, just hoping the teacher walked back in and we resumed our silence. Upon hearing him scoff, I faced him with a scowl.

"What?" He innocently asked. "Look, all I'm gonna say is good luck. You're gonna need it."

"Well, I take it what you want to do is completely reliable?"

"I'm going to be a Formula 1 driver." He confidently said, earning a scoff from me.

"Well, good luck. It's really competitive, even more so than music."

Lando's eyes seemed to light up. "You like F1?"

"Yeah..." I hesitantly spoke.

"Huh, you're not so bad." I raised an eyebrow at him. "I mean, I guess we might actually be able to get along. You're not as stuck-up as I though, Y/N."

"Why, because I like F1?" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah!" He grinned. "I think we're going to be great friends."

"I don't."

"Oh hush."

As much as I hated to admit it, I did start to become really good friends with him. He came over to my house to help with my music whilst I went over to his so we could watch races together. He even took me karting on a few occasions which I wasn't that bad at, although we did end up being super competitive again. It wasn't long until I started falling for him.

At aged seventeen, just before the release of my first single, Lando was there by my side, holding my hand to calm my nerves. He stayed with me until the reviews came flooding in where we ended our day with a hesitant first kiss. Lando became almost every one of my firsts but we inevitably drifted apart when his career started to take off.

"You know I'll stand by your side, no matter what." I placed my hand on his cheek as I gazed into his eyes. "I get that we're busy but we'll find a way to make this work."