One Shots - Formula 1 [REQUESTS CLOSED]

The prettiest wag - Lando Norris

A cute Lando OS for ilinca66 😘 Sorry it's so short!

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"Ugh I have nothing to wear!" You yelled through your apartment, throwing away a black dress you had in your hands.

Sitting down on your bed, you put your head between your hands in frustration. Lando slowly opened the door of your room to step in, alerted by your yell.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"I don't have anything to wear for the gala celebrating the end of the F1 and F2 season." You sighed.

"What do you mean, your closet in full with clothes!" Lando chuckled as he was facing your closet. Guys don't know anything about fashion or women, and Lando was no exception.

"I know I have clothes Lando, but I don't have gala clothes! My dresses aren't feminine enough, they make me look like a child. And I got them from cheap shops where you get t-shirt and jeans, not gala dresses." You sighed once more. "You don't know how much pressure it is, being a wag. Don't you dare laugh at me!" You exclaimed as you saw he was about to mock you. "The other girlfriends are all models, they wear designer clothes and their hair is perfect. I didn't mind before, but now that you've been announced as a Formula 1 driver, it's worse than ever. Everyone stare at me in the paddock and I can literally feel people judging me. I just don't want people to think less of you because of me." You put your head down, a bit ashamed of what you just admitted.

The F2 wags were sweet, and you were good friends with Seychelle de Vries, sister of a driver and girlfriend of another. But ever since Lando got the attention of the Formula 1 world, so have you. And you were not ready for that. The feeling of being constantly judged only heightened your insecurities. You didn't want Lando to be ashamed of you and, even if you didn't want to admit it, you were afraid he might leave you for some prettier girl.

"To me, you'll always be the prettiest, Y/N, whatever you wear. I prefer you naked anyway!" You laughed at his cheeky comment. "I don't care what people think, and neither should you. I know it's going to be tough next year but I need you to be strong for me, alright? I'll make sure to talk to some of the guys so we can arrange a meeting with their girls in Abu Dhabi."

"I know, thank you. I just can't stop thinking about what people will think of me if I come to the gala in one of my dresses. You know I don't care about appearances, which is why I'm even more frustrated to be so bothered about that."

Lando stared at you for a few seconds before getting up from your bed.

"Put some coat on, sweetheart."

"What? Why?"

"We have the whole day ahead of us to go to Paris and find you the perfect dress."

The huge smile on his face prevented you from protesting. This man was crazy and you loved him with all your heart.

You both went to Saint Pancras to take the Eurostar to Paris. There, Lando guided you to several designer houses where you tried on dresses worth more than your apartment and your car combined. Lando sat patiently while you tried on dress after dress, always commenting on how good you looked.

The dresses were all beautiful but none of them was the one you imagined yourself with at the gala. Finally, you put on a light pink dress from Yves Saint Laurent. The dress was long and backless, making you look even taller and thinner than you already were. As you stepped outside the fitting room, Lando's eyes were glowing with admiration and his mouth wide open. You saw him gulp with difficulty before he spoke.

"You're the most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on."

"Is this the dress?" The advisor asked knowingly, to which you nodded. This dress made you feel beautiful and powerful, which was everything you needed for the gala.

"I can't believe how lucky I am." Lando stood up to take your hand and made you twirl for him. "Those wags will die of jealousy when they see you next week." He whispered before putting a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in to give you a sweet kiss. You had the princess dress and the Prince.

The next week in Abu Dhabi, Lando proudly put his hand on the small of your back to enter the room hosting the gala. To him, nobody could compare to you. That night, you made friends with Giada, Elena, Caterina, Anna, and became officially part of the Formula 1 wags. But no dress could make you feel as pretty and confident as Lando could. His love for you was all that mattered.