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How you two met:
I scroll through my phone, walking home in the middle of the night. The cold night air hitting my bare legs under my knee-length dress, making me shiver. The angsty pressure in my chest increases as I walk past a group of drunk guys.
"Hey, you, whore! Why don't you come and stay with us?" They yell laughing, one puts his arm around me. I can't push him away, his grip is too strong. "Stay, slut."
"Get the hell away from my girlfriend, right now!" A voice shouts across the street, a wave of relief flows through my body, even though I don't have a boyfriend and this is a complete stranger. I turn my head to it and a dark figure stands underneath a lantern post, the light's broken, he starts walking towards us. "I'm not repeating myself."
"Is that a threat?" One of the guys in the group walks up to face him. "Your outnumbered mate."
"Six men? Easy, I've once knocked 11 men out." The man says, stepping into the light. He has dark brown hair and hazel coloured eyes, his eyes shine proudly along with his grin and he seems to be around his twenties. Somehow, I trust this guy. He makes himself big, flexing every muscle in his build body, putting on a strong tone in his voice: "Back off, she's mine."
"As you wish, mate. She isn't as hot anyway." I feel a push in the small of my back and my legs work their way towards him. He puts his arms around me and kisses the top of my head, probably giving a stern look to the group of junkies, and pulls me away from them.
"11 knocked out their position in Formula 1." He whispers in my ear, a soft chuckle leaving his lips afterwards. He stops in his tracks and turns around again. "She isn't hot no, she isn't tea. She's the most beautiful lady I've ever met."
"Who are you?" I ask as my slight blush faded away. He didn't let go of my waist, even though we're out of sight.
"Lando's the name. What's yours?" He slows down the walking pace, I look to him for a second.
"Y/n. Why did you do that?"
"I know those, they always do these things. Now I could do something about it so I jumped in." He smiles at me, stopping our pace completely. "You know, I meant what I just said, but one thing's missing. Can I have your phone number? So you can call me whenever you're scared again, I'll come and be with you."
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How the relationship began:
A knock on the door makes me put my mascara down, shooting myself a last look to my make-up to see if everything is in its place. I greet Lando with a smile, he starts biting his bottom lip.
"Land, I thought we'd meet-up there?"
"Yeah I know, I just wanted to pick you up because it's late." He looks around him before locking his eyes on mine again. "And I wanted to ask you something..."
"What's that?" I say a little confused, slight fear filling my bloodstream. He walks inside, kissing my cheek. I close the door and look at him again. He takes a deep breath and starts talking again.
"I want us to be official. I've never felt this way before, Y/n, I fell in love with you. Will you be my girlfriend?" His puppy-like eyes shimmer in the hallway lights, mine fill up with tears. I try desperately to hold them back but they fall on my cheeks anyway, messing up my make-up.
"Lando, of course, I will be your girlfriend!" I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing his lips.
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First fight:
"Had a good weekend?" I say sharply, not looking up from my phone and Lando enters the livingroom.
"Yeah, I did. Something wrong, darling?" He walks over to me, kissing the top of my head.
"No, I had a wonderful time worrying about you if you were okay." A fake laugh leaves my lips and I look into his eyes. "I barely even know where you're going, what you're doing."
"I was in Belgium for racing..." He says confused. I stand up from the sofa, tears building up in my eyes. "Are you jealous? Did you think I cheated on you?"
"Yeah, you told me that at the airport," I reply harshly. I try my best to come off strong but I can't deny the nagging pain in my chest. "And no, I'm not thinking you cheated on me because if so, you wouldn't even be able to face me now."
"What's the matter then?" He touches my upper arm but I push him away, the tears start falling on my cheeks.
"I never get to talk to you on those stupid race weekends!" I exclaim out of rage, right away regretting I've said it. He takes a step back in shock, I've never screamed at him.
"I can't help that I'm always gone, it's my job!" Lando now screams with his hands up his hair, it's not anger in his voice it's more like regret and pain. "I can't change that!"
"That's not only what bothers me, you never call, never a text. But then I see you updating your fucking social media with those stupid memes and it just makes me feel like you don't even think about me." I wipe away the tears on my cheeks, looking away from him and I cross my arms in front of my chest. "It just hurts that you don't make time for me during those weekends."
"No, no, no. I'm sorry, darling. I don't want you to feel like I don't think about you. I love you, I think too much about you. So much that it has become a problem, I can barely focus during race weekends." He walks up to me, putting his hands on my hips. I look in his eyes again and notice the tears started to build up in them too. "I'll try to be a better boyfriend for you."
"You are a great boyfriend, just not with racing." I give him a playful push on his shoulder, smiling at him. "I'm sorry too, I should've told you sooner."
"I don't want us to fight, it hurts like hell seeing you like this." He kisses my lips, his salty tear falls on my lip. "I'll call you every single time I have some free time, from now on. You're my first love, you know, I'm not really experienced in love, yet, darling."
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Things he randomly says to you:
"You look dashing."
"Fuck." When he stares in your eyes or lips.
"I love you." Every five minutes, just to let you know he loves you.
"You're my violent desire." Mostly after a race, when the adrenaline is still in his bloodstream.
"I'm so lucky to have you."
"You're my favourite waste of time."
"I want you."
"Let's go home." Whenever you're out of the house, even if you just closed the front door...
"You make me love myself."
"Woman! Marry me!" When you did something he loved, like making his favourite food.
"Fuck me, pretty please?"
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Things he totally adores about you:
Your smile.
The way you laugh about his jokes.
How you wake him up in the mornings.
You going to his races to support him.
You're great friends with his friends.
How you fall asleep in his arms.
The way your hair bounces as you walk.
The great food you cook.
The way you dress.
The way your eyes shine when you pick him up from the airport.
Your lovely kisses.
The thought that you chose him above all those other men who are drooling over you.
How you make him feel good...
The way you let him know he's the love of your life.
The way you love him.
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