Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖? ❝ It was too much, and still not enough. And underneath it all, I could feel the edge of something. Like we were tipping just slightly off-balance, chasing each other into something we couldn't quite control. ❞ ╰*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧╮ | oscar piastri x lando norris | | there's some lestappen too | | follows the 2024 f1 season | | CW: themes of mental health |

In Formula 1, everything is public-except them. Oscar Piastri is perfect on paper: polite, controlled, McLaren's golden boy who never breaks the rules. What no one sees is how soft he is, how deeply he feels, or how badly he's suffocating in a world that won't let him want the one thing he can't have. Lando Norris is chaos wrapped in charm. Touchy, loyal, all golden-retriever energy and reckless devotion. He loves loudly in private, even when he knows he shouldn't, even when it could cost him everything. They're teammates. Rivals. Best friends in the making. And completely, devastatingly forbidden. Behind closed doors and away from cameras, something dangerous begins-stolen glances, lingering touches, feelings they swear they'll ignore until they can't anymore. McLaren has rules. Formula 1 has expectations. The closet has teeth. But loving each other hurts less than pretending they don't. A secret, in-the-closet, rivals-to-friends-to-lovers Formula 1 romance about forbidden love, soft confessions, and the aching hope that one day they won't have to hide-because loving each other out loud might be worth the risk.

sappy high school fic , it's romantic, teenage romance, up and coming, coming of age blah blah blah. it's beautiful, it's soft, it's heartbreaking. and i'm actually a good writer so, this book doesn't suck enjoy !!