Formula One • One Shots & Preferences • DISCONTINUED

➢ How You Two Meet (pt 1)

There will probably be a couple of errors with I/You because I'm not used to writing in this style aha

also, part two will have the other drivers mentioned in the chapter before. i will be splitting chapters that require quite a bit of writing, like this one.

these can also be considered prompts, so if you like the look of one and would like to develop it further, drop a comment and send a dm my way! x

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Lando Norris

It was a rather bitter morning and you just so happened to be running late for your first day of work. The opportunity of a lifetime became available to you as a placement for your university course - working at the McLaren headquarters in Woking with the leading members of the design team. Despite seeming like the luckiest person on Earth, your car didn't hold up in the icy conditions of early January and you were forced to trust in public transport. The next bus wasn't due to arrive for another half an hour, and it was no quicker to walk, meaning that you'd be due to arrive almost fifteen minutes late no matter what.

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you decided to head for shelter in the nearby coffee shop. At least if you were going to be waiting, you were going stay in the warm with a hot drink. You hoped that it would distract you from overthinking about the definite reprimand you'd receive when you eventually show up to walk.

You settled down on the sofa near the window, resting your head against your hand as you absentmindedly scrolled through your social feeds. Nothing exciting seemed to be happening at seven o'clock in the morning so the majority of the time was spent sipping your hot drink.

The bell ringing on the door rather abruptly made you lift your head. A young man frantically ran in, slamming his hands down on the counter as he caught his breath. You couldn't help but scoff in amusement when you recognised this man to be none other than Lando Norris. How could you not recognise him? His bright orange hat and oversized jacket just screamed 'McLaren'. Your eyes watched him carefully as he told the barista his order. The man behind the counter seemed to laugh at Lando as if they were previously acquainted, which made you all the more nervous to approach. Would it be inappropriate to ask for a lift?

It seemed as if you didn't need to pluck up the courage. The young Brit couldn't help but notice your lingering gaze before his own settled on you. The McLaren pass around your neck told him all he needed to know - you had a great taste in F1 teams.

You were not expecting him to approach you as he waited for his coffee to be made, but he did. His warm smile seemed overly bright for this time of morning.

"You a fan of McLaren F1?" He asked, taking a seat on the sofa beside you.

You nodded your head shyly, feeling suddenly unprepared for any type of conversation. "Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that. It's actually my first day of my design internship." You lifted your pass to show him the writing, which detailed your role at the factory.

"I guess that means you're running late, too, (y/n)?" Lando raised a curious eyebrow as he read your name from the card. Hearing it fall from his lips made your stomach flip.

You chuckled softly. "Yeah. There was a little incident this morning with my car just giving up and public transport seems to be extra unreliable just to piss me off."

"I could give you a lift? I mean, we're headed to the same place, it would be rude not to offer." To see how flustered the boy got made your heart skip a beat. It was weird for guys like him to be nervous around you, especially those who ooze confidence out on the race track.