Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Lando Norris - Rumors

Yes Monza is in this again, it's my favourite track. The Italian tracks are just banging alright?

Y/n threw her phone to the side in anger. She had seen enough about this mystery girl and Lando. He went away for a race weekend and they were on a triple header so he didn't come back home, he flew from one race to another like most of the other drivers. They texted and called every day at least twice and that's what tore her apart. The fact that he still had the nerve and the audacity to talk to her while he was out there cheating. Lando on the other hand was none the wiser of the rumors floating about. He was happily driving home from the airport in his McLaren thinking of nothing but his loving girlfriend waiting for him like she usually did. He pulled up into the drive and turned the car off.

He grabbed his case and dropped it at the door before taking his keys out to let himself in but he was foiled as Y/n opened the door instead. "Hello darling- are you alright?" He asked with concern as he set eyes on Y/n with black streaks running down her face from the mascara that must have been tampered with by tears. "Were you crying?" He asked. He leaned in to give her a hug but she pushed him off her. "Wouldn't you like to know." She muttered. "What? Of course I'd like to know, it's why I asked." He was confused now. What did he do? "Alright then. Who the actual fuck were you snuggled up to at the track this morning?" His eyebrows knotted in confusion. No one was allowed at the track. What was she on about? "I dont-" He was going to defend himself but she stopped him with a deafening shout. "Don't you dare play innocent now. Who were you kissing and cuddling with at the race? To be more specific, the McLaren hospitality roof? That should rejog your memory Lando."

He looked down at her feet and saw a suitcase. "Where are you going? You're not leaving are you?" He asked. She scoffed at his response. "So you couldn't even have the decency to at least admit that you were cheating? Pathetic Lando. I'm going and I'm never coming back, that's it." She tried to push by him but he pulled her inside the house and shut the door. "I didn't cheat! I would never cheat! I know you have been cheated on before and I'd never do that! I'd at least tell you if I didn't want to be with you!" He shouted. "I don't want to hear the fucking excuses Lando. There are pictures everywhere, you have nowhere to run now! Just tell me ho She was and I'll be on my way. Maybe she'll like this house, our first house!" The tears poured down her cheks again, extracting more mascara as they dripped down. "What pictures?" She slid down the wall and curled into a ball on the floor. Lando picked up his phone and opened his twitter. He was mentioned and tweeted at for the past few hours and there was apparently a new girl in his life, which was simply untrue.

He saw the photo and smiled a bit. He knew who it was. It was the two of them together last year in Monza when she had her hair dyed. From the back, he must admit it didn't look like her at all. The style, the colour, nothing looked like hers so h understood why she thought what she did. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Can I just say something before you go?" Her heart broke as he spoke. He sounded so happy. "That's a photo of me and you from Monza last year, when you dyed your hair and straightened it." She looked at him angrily but soon realised that he was right. Her eyes shot open and so did her mouth. "But....the news articles said that you....what the fuck?" She scratched her head. Why would someone even do that? Make up a rumor? "Oh Lando. I'm so, so sorry." She said hugging him tightly. "It's alright. I know why you got so worked up about it. It doesn't look like you, it took me a while to realise who it was myself." He chuckled.

"How are you being so nice to me even after I just accused you of cheating? Tell me how because I wouldn't be as forgiving as you." He looked down at her and smiled. "I never get angry at you, that's a fact. I know you only get angry at me for a reason so it's usually my bad but you accusing me, I know you will already feel bad about false accusing me so I don't wanna make you feel worse." Her eyes softened. How the hell did God make the perfect human being and how did he end up in her life? "Can we cuddle now? I'd like some cuddles." He said. Oh fuck yeah, he was perfect alright and you sure as hell weren't letting him go.