[FRIENDS] [Lando Norris X Reader] PT.2 Collision

~11~

You woke up by a terrible flashback of that night. You were sweating in your bed. You grabbed your phone and saw that Max was in his way back to Monaco. Did he? Just leave you here? In Baku!? You cried, your face felt, all sore. You cried so much you were afraid to drown in your own tears. You laid your head in your hands. You heard a door opening. You looked to your left your room was dark. You couldn't see well because it was just so dark.
'You've pushed me in a corner you know.' Lincoln said.
How did he get pass the security? 'What should I do to you?' He asked.
'Same thing back at the restaurant? At the hotel? Or punch ten times as hard like Norris did.'
'I can do it both. I don't care.'  He grimaced.
'Go AWAY!'
———
You woke up angrily ready to punch. Someone held you down from freaking out. 'It's the medication. Stop it!' Someone shouted at you. The lights were on. And you kept fighting this person. 'Let go! Please let go off me.' You begged. The grip around you weakened. You tried to calm down. 'I'll kill you..' You threatened. 'Woah chill.'
You laid in someone's arms. 'Please. Relax.' You took a deep breath. 'I'm relaxed now.' You replied to his voice. 'I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have struck you down like that.' Lando said. Your eyes felt heavy as your sore face leaned against his chest. 'You shouldn't had to.' You said eventually. 'I wasn't going to hurt you.' You also added. 'You flipped.'
'I know f*ck I'm so sorry.' He whispered in your ear. 'You did this.' You said, but you weren't mad how can you be mad? It must be the medication. 'Charles has told me everything I was wrong.'
'Can you shut up?' I asked him as you looked up.

You found a mirror on your nightstand. You stretched your arm and grabbed it. You looked into it. Your face was all messed up, the cut was stitched. The abrasions on your face were the least of your concerns. 'You know what's even worse of this all?' You asked Lando. 'You didn't trust me. And I didn't trust myself. Everything I tried to proof. Every feeling telling me that something's not right. Nobody believed me. My brother dropped me. My own father dropped me. You punched me instead of dropping. But you get where I am going.' You replied.

You stayed quiet. When the doctor arrived. 'You want the investigation to proceed?' He asked without saying how are you or how have you been doing? Yeah I'm great thanks for asking. You groaned in pain as you sat up straight and Lando gave you the space to. 'No. There's no investigation necessary.' You replied. 'I already know. Like I told you earlier today?!' You snapped. 'I know ma'am but please hear me out.' He begged.
'I don't want to hear it.' You said.

'I wanna go home.' You said. 'And just forget this all. And Lincoln can screw himself.' You said.
'You don't want a further investigation they can but him behind bars.' Lando said. 'Then he'd be already arrested.' You murmured.
'You can't let him walk free.' Lando whispered. 'But you did. You allowed him.' You said.
'So did Max.' You added. 'He got what he wanted, for how many races he'll be driving for McLaren?' You asked.
'Till the British GP.'

Lincoln's POV

I finished the glass of whiskey, I stared at the wall covered with these kind of drinks. Beautiful. Max ruined his race, but Lewis had to take me down with him. He tried to avoid collision with Perez. But instead he took me out. It almost felt like he did that on purpose. He better didn't. I don't care if he's seven times world champion. I sniffed the last remains of coke and stood up.

'Perhaps you shouldn't have been so sloppy.' A voice said. 'Maybe you shouldn't sneak up on me like that.' I replied.
I looked over my shoulder. 'MARCELLO. How's ma doing? Oh let me guess?'
'Shut up.' Marcel said.
'What do you want prick?' I said as I filled the glass again. I swirled it around in my head. And took a sip.
'What should I do what you? Since when you fock around like that? You could have killed her.' Marcel said.
'She's still breathing now isn't she?'
'Yeah? Maybe you should stop being so manipulative and come home.' Marcel said.
'You'll end up in a jail if you continue doing this.' He added. I giggled. 'Yeah?'
'Im not kidding man. I don't want to lose you too.' Marcel added.
'Them don't come up to me. Let me do my thing.'
Marcel shook his head furiously. 'That girl is in the hospital, alright?'
I smirked. 'I wasn't the one who punched her into the hospital.'
'But your drugs did. They've found it you moron.' Marcel said.
'Then let me finish it.'

Marcel rolled with his eyes. 'If you end up in jail, I'm not the one whose going to speak for you. Nor Grandma. Nobody will.'

I put the glass down, 'then don't stand in my way.'
'You're crazy man. I don't know what happend with dad and you.'
I laughed. 'Nothing happend between me and dad, I'm not a psychopath like he is.'

Marcello looked at me disbelief. 'But you're coming close enough.' He said.
'Whatever.'
'She isn't a tool, she's a person.' Marcello snapped at me.
'Tool person? For me they're nothing.'
'Just an object.' I said to sting him.

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The next morning

You sat on the first plane back to England. You tried to cover up your face for every fan Lando met in his way to the gate. Finally you were in a safe zone. You didn't speak to him you were just glad they released you earlier than scheduled. When the plane took off, and finally landed. You struggled from the annoying jetlag. Arrived you slept in the guest room. When your skin touched the soft matras and the warm cover. You couldn't help it. You just fell asleep. Peacefully.