Formula 1 One-Shots (I)

Lando Norris [F11]

A/N: This is the wish of sarahwtmn. I hope you like it. Please vote, comment, make a wish and take a look at my Lando story "Learning to Love". Enjoy (:

BOOKS with him:
Learning to Love
Redamancy

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WORDS: 660

Working for McLaren is like all my childhood dreams come true at once. Not only can I be at different racetracks every weekend, but I can also meet many new people.

As Lando's PR, I have my hands full of work, but I still enjoy it. The lively Brit has sneaked into my heart from the very beginning, even if he sometimes robs me of the last nerve.

He's just giggling more than it would be good for the YouTube video and always pulls his phone out of his pocket when it is not his turn. At some point his behavior is enough for me and I hiss an annoyed "Lando!"

With big eyes he looks up to me and pushes his lower lip a little to indicate a pout. I stretch out my hand and wait for him to give me his phone.

This situation has happened many times over the course of the season and so he knows exactly what I want from him. He tries to protest, but my stern gaze buckles quickly and so he hands me his mobile phone.

In fact, we can finish the video a lot faster and go on time to our next appointment.

"Can I get my phone back." Lando asks as soon as we leave the rom
"Please." He then adds, which makes me sigh in a resigned manner.

"Why not." I mutter, reach into my pocket, and hold his phone in his direction. His screen lights up and I'm sure there was a picture of me on it. However, Lando makes his phone disappear quickly and so I can't look at it again.

There is no time to ask because we still must put some interviews behind us. Time passes slowly and I slowly get tired. I was sitting on an article yesterday and had to get up early this morning, so I didn't sleep enough.

In my sleepy state, I don't even notice the Lando is finished with his interview and only startle when he waves his hand in front of my face. My shrug makes Lando furrow his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" he asks as we step out of the building and look at me from the side.

I wave off with a yawn.
"Just a bit tired."

"Then you don't go out with the team tonight?" mutters Lando, almost a little sad.

"Sorry Lando. Another time, okay?" I easily pat his shoulder, but he only hums quietly.

Now that we are alone, I can no longer hold back the question.

"Am I your lockscreen?" I ask him out of nowhere and can see his head shooting up and running red.

"No." He says, but doesn't sound really convincing, then his shoulders sink down.

"Fine. But you weren't supposed to see that." He then grumbles and looks on the ground under his feet.

I can feel a slight warmth spreading on my cheeks and a smile creeping on my lips.

"I think it's sweet." I murmured quietly and almost believe that Lando has overheard me, but he grabs my shoulders and makes me stop.

"Really?" On his cheeks, excited red spots have formed, and he is looking in my face for a sign that I lie.

"Really." I confirm him and reach for one of his hands. Almost fascinated Lando looks at our crossed fingers, then he looks at me again.

"And if I asked you for a date, would you say yes?" he asks shyly, pulling his lip between his teeth.

"Would I." I grin and see a grin on Lando's corner of my mouth.

"Tonight. In my hotel room. Put on something comfortable." He says, presses a quick kiss on my cheek and disappears.

A little frozen I look after him until I loosen up with a little shake of my head. With a broad smile, I make my way back to the hotel.

Who would have thought that a day could take such a turn?