Jumper - Lando Norris ✔️

4.7

4/9/19- England

Thank God this horrid weekend was over. Though that didn't change the fact that I cried every minute I was left alone and basically clung to Nova and my parents.

Now I was over at Lando's apartment, him having given me a key. Thing is I wasn't lounging or anything like that, I was obsessively cleaning, trying to keep my mind from spinning out of control.

I almost missed Lando's call, the music was so loud and I was so busy distracting myself.

"Hey, how are you?" Lando's soft voice whispered over the phone. He sounds so sad, I had to stay quiet for a moment so my voice wouldn't betray me. 

"Ok, how are you?" I asked, he remained silent as well. These words carried a lot more than just a simple how are you. The two of us are too hurt right now to have a proper conversation about it, so these how are you's is the best we can manage.

"Talking to you has made me feel a little better," he said, a small smile appearing on my face. 

"I can't wait for Monza to be over and for you to come home," I told him, a little squeak at the end of my sentence as I held back a sob. 

"Oh no Emilia don't cry, baby. That's actually why I called you," he spoke, sincerely.

"Ok, go on then," I said.

"Why don't you come to Monza. So that I can comfort you and make sure you're alright," Lando spoke, he sounded so worried but I just couldn't go to a race right now.

"No Lando, I can't," I told him, sternly.

"Why not? I'd feel a lot better and I would hope it would make you feel more comfortable and happier too," He explained.

"I love that you're being so considerate Lando, but I just can't bring myself to do that right now, I'll barely be able to watch the race on tv Lando. I couldn't even watch the Belgian GP. I just can't sit there and watch the race knowing something like... that could ever happen again," I cried, soft sobs escaping me every now and again.

"You can stay in the motorhome or my drivers room when any racing or practice is on," he tried.

"Lando the answer is no. I'd rather be home with Nova and my family," I told him.

"Emilia. Jack told me Nova was going to be there with him, so you'd be home with your family. I just want you to be here. You don't have to watch the race, as I said before. I just don't like that you're alone, especially during this time," Lando explained. 

"Lando, I just can't. I'll see you when you get back. Be safe," I sniffled.

"I know, I will. I miss you," Lando said.

"I miss you too. Talk to you later."

I hung up, immediately putting the music on and getting back to cleaning.

I'd already cleaned the spare room and sitting room, now I just had to do the hallway and the kitchen. 

The kitchen was easy enough to clean as it's the only room in the apartment that Lando actually keeps clean.

He's an advocate of keeping shoes organised and colour coordinated but he doesn't seem to realise lining them all up against the wall makes it look messy. He has a lot of shoes.

So I bought some shoe racks from IKEA a few days ago and was going to build them.

I started building the racks and suddenly began crying as well.

I'm not very good at controlling my emotions so one thought can completely spiral my whole mind. Especially when I'm sad, I almost can't function but this time I've forced myself to do so. I continued building through the tears and once I finished I colour coordinated the shoes, then put them on the racks. I had to use three of them just to fit all the shoes on. Thank god I bought three, originally I was only going to buy two.

The crying had died down by now, I was always in my element when organising. 

But now that I was almost finished cleaning, I realised I was eventually going to have to face the emotions building up inside me. There were so many conflicting ones but somehow I was still battling with shock and denial.

I thought for a split second about calling Lando back and saying I would go to Monza. But he's probably busy and I don't actually want to go to Monza, I just want to be with him.