Just Another Message Lost in Your Inbox {LN4 FanFiction}

6

L's POV

"Come on, Oscar, let's go inside." I pull him by the arm, dragging him into the club as we head upstairs to the VIP lounge. Oscar's girlfriend is already there, and the two of them are all over each other.

I lean on the railing, watching the bodies dance below and the lights flickering above. I don't really want to be here, but Oscar wanted to celebrate, and I can't say no to him. I catch a glimpse of the girl, sitting alone at the bar. She seems just as uninterested in this place as I am.

A man approaches her, and I can see her getting annoyed with him. "Oscar, I'll be right back," I tell him, and he gives me a thumbs-up.

I make my way downstairs. As I approach the bar, I see the girl suddenly fall to the floor, and I rush over to help her up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she says, brushing me off. She grabs her friend and heads toward the door.

"Are you for real, bruv?" The guy who caused her to fall stumbles as he tries to apologize. I run after her, but by the time I get outside, she's gone.

I head back to Oscar. "I'm heading home. I'll catch up with you later."

Oscar hugs me and goes back to his girlfriend, leaving me to head out. I get my car from the valet and drive home.

—

My alarm blares, waking me up at 6 AM. It's race day, and I need to be at the track by 7 AM for pre-race prep. Oscar told me yesterday he'll meet me there.

I arrive at the McLaren garage and head to my driver's room for breakfast. Oscar's already waiting inside.

"Hey, mate, are you ready for today?"

"Yeah, for sure. I've got a good feeling about it," I reply.

There's a knock on the door. "Come in," I call out.

It's our PR manager, Charlotte.

"Morning, lads. You'll be doing an autograph session today at 1 PM with the Ferrari drivers. There will be a lot of fans, so try to get as many as possible and keep smiling. Oh, and Lando..."

I look up.

"No shenanigans with Carlos today," she says with a laugh before leaving the room.

Oscar looks at me and chuckles.

We head down to the meeting area, and I can already see there are so many people, most of them fangirls. That means a lot of high-pitched screams.

"Please welcome the McLaren and Ferrari teams." The announcer gestures to the four of us as we walk into the meeting area. I stand next to Oscar and Carlos on the stage before we head down to the crowd to sign autographs.

A bright, lumo-yellow hoodie catches my eye. And that artwork? I recognize that artwork. I pull out my phone and unlock it—yep, it's definitely the same.

I look up at the girl's face. No way, it's the girl from the bar. She's a fan of mine.

I start making my way through the crowd, where photos of me and pens are waved in the air as everyone tries to get my attention. As I work my way closer to her, I notice she's patiently waiting, not even trying to shout or push in to get my attention.

She's the last person at the end of the line.