teammates ; Lando Norris

six

There's less than 2 hours until the race start and I couldn't have been more nervous, ever since I woke up I've felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety.

I tried convincing myself I was excited but it didn't work- it just made me feel unwell.

I've genuinely been on the verge of throwing up all day now.

It's been a very busy morning and early afternoon for the whole team so far, many meeting and debriefs.

I've now been whisked away to the drivers parade.

Honestly the last thing I want to do right now is go around the track in a lorry or whatever it is.

I lean over the edge of the railing trying to calm my breathing and ease the nausea. 

As much as I love the support the loud noise of the crowd and the truck is not helping me.

"You good?"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by a voice, I turn to find Lewis's warm eyes staring at me.

I laugh nervously "Honestly? No." I take a shaky breath in as I stand up straight to be level with him.

"Nervous?"

"Very." I confirm.

He smiles warmly at me. "You'll be fine. I've seen you drive, you're fast- i can tell you're careful so I have no doubt you will cope fantastically in formula 1."

I take in his words- I really take them in.

"Thank you." I mumble realising I'm talking to a seven time world champion.

The Lewis Hamilton.

"I'm serious okay?" He pauses "Just enjoy it, this is your first race in formula 1- don't overthink it. You're talented enough to just let it happen."

"Thank you so much." I say sincerely. A few moments later he gets called for his interview and I'm left alone with my thoughts again.

The drivers parade didn't actually feel like it lasted that long.

Before I knew it I was in the final debrief with Lando and key engineers before we went into the cars.

"Have a good race you two." Zak brown pats both our shoulders to ease the tension. "And don't crash into eachother." He jokes and i let out a nervous laugh.

Oh god, what if i crash into lando? In my first race.

We are now walking back to our driver rooms for our final moments alone of peace.

I can't seem to push down the sick feeling in my throat.

"Where's the toilet?" I ask Lando suddenly.

He turns around to me and gestures for me to follow him. "Here." He nods to a random door on the way to our drivers room. 

I smile weakly and rush through the door. Feeling like I'm about to throw up any moment.

As soon as I see the toilet I kneel down and start throwing up the little food I've had to eat today. 

Feeling very weak I clutch my hands to whatever my hands can grip on from the pain of throwing up.

I barely even register the door slamming shut behind me and someone pulling my hair back.

"Fuck Juliette."