F1 Imagines

(P) Lando Norris (25)

fighting
/ˈfʌɪtɪŋ/
noun
the action of fighting; violence or conflict.

"I can't keep fighting like this."
"You can't drown your problems in ice cream."

Y/N - your name

"Oh for fuck sakes, Lando. I'm so done with this and these stupid arguments." I say as I look at my boyfriend who is looking down at me, his frown creasing his smooth skin. "What do you mean 'stupid arguments'? You're the one who started this one!" He exclaims, waving his arms around as if moving his arms would prove his point. I pinch my nose, sighing exaggeratedly, as I tap my foot in annoyance.

"How is you coming home late my fault?" I ask, referring to him coming home later than he promised. "I already told you why I'm late! It's not my fault I had to help Max." He says with a shrug. The thing is, I'm not mad at him for that. I'm mad at him because even when I said I was okay with it, he continued to taunt me with the classic "Oh, so you think I'm a cheater." Bullshit that I frankly couldn't care for right now.

"Babe, I already told you I was okay with that. I'm not mad at you for that! I'm mad that you always assume that I think the worst in you." I say, crossing my arms as I stare up at the Brit. He sighs before plonking down on the couch. Silence follows, creating an awkward and tension filled atmosphere that one could easily suffocate in.

I fight with my thoughts. Should or shouldn't I leave? We have been fighting non-stop lately. I expected this with all his traveling, but I didn't think it would ever get this bad. I didn't know what to do, what to think. I love this man so much and I know I can't leave him, but should I walk away? I look over at him, his face flushed from the argument and his breathing heavy.

"I can't keep fighting like this." I say as his gaze snaps towards me. "These fights are so pointless. I think maybe we should take a break. Not for long, but we need to think this through before we do break up.' I say as he just looks down. He doesn't utter a word, making me even more frustrated than ever before. "I think I'm just gonna leave for a quick walk. I'll grab my clothes when I'm done." I say, saying anything to get out of the house right now because if I stayed for one more second, I would explode.

I leave without another word and wonder in the dark night. Being alone, I'm able to critically think about the situation. This is something easy to get over, but I need Lando to be on the same page as me in order to achieve this. I knew he could, but for how long was the real question.

I wonder around for god knows how long, losing track of time as I find myself counting the stars. I eventually decide to go back and work things through rather than running away. We need a break, but we need to talk more and I feel this can be solved by just talking calmly. I feel much calmer now than before and I'm sure he should be as well, so this conversation could be pretty successful.

I open the door to hear soft sobs coming from the TV room. I walk to the TV room to see Lando curled up on the couch, an empty bottle of vodka on the coffee table and ice cream on his lap. "You can't drown your problems in ice cream." I say as his head snaps towards me. "Baby I am so sorry!" He exclaims in between sobs as I raise my eyebrows at him. This man was beyond drunk.

I have seen Lando drunk before, but never this bad. Plus, he is a light weight and he drank a whole bottle of vodka so this could only be interesting. "It's okay. We can get through this.' I say as I sit next to him. "I'm being such an idiot. I promise I love you so much and I'm sorry I assumed such things. I promise I'm just stressed." He says, sometimes hiccuping before being able to finish speaking.

I can't help but laugh at him, finding this situation amusing. "Hun, it's okay. We will get through this." I say as I press a kiss to his cheek. I can smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away, making me cringe at the smell. "Did you mean what you said about not being able to do this?" He asks as I smile sympathetically at him. "Baby, I mean I can't carry on fighting anymore." I say as he nods, tears spilling from his eyes.

"So you didn't refer to our relationship, right?" He asks as if he is some child making sure that their mommy isn't mad at them. "Yes! I never wanna end our relationship." I say with a slight chuckle. "And the break?" He asks, picking his nails as he speaks to me. Even drunk, his nervous habits tend to show. "It's either we take a break or we have a conversation about it and, despite you being drunk, this conversation is going very well." I admit as he chuckles softly.

"You know me, I remember everything drunk.' He says as I nod, knowing how much he regrets drinking in the morning because he remembers everything and feels like shit. "So no break?" He asks to confirm. "No breaks unless we need one in the future. But I think we're good. We pretty good with communication." I say as he nods in agreement. "I love you, a lot. I don't wanna lose you over stupid arguments anymore." He says before pressing his lips to mine.

I push him away with a smile, "I love you too, but I hate alcohol. Maybe we can kiss properly tomorrow morning." I say as he sighs dramatically. "Fine! Although that's so rude." He jokes as I chuckle and stand up, offering him my hand. "Come, lets go to bed. I think we both need some sleep." I say as he chuckles. "Yup, I agree. I would rather make love, but maybe tomorrow." He says as he grabs my hand and stands up. "Yes, tomorrow when you're sober." I say as we make our way to his bedroom.

"Maybe morning sex?" He asks, sending puppy dog eyes my way. I laugh as I nod, "Fine, but I doubt you'll be up for it." I say as he scoffs, "Please, I'm an absolute machine in the morning.' He says before collapsing on the bed. In deed, he was not an absolute machine when he woke up as he had a massive hangover, begging me to rather get him an aspirin over what he really wanted.

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Bro, what even is that ending. But anyways, stay safe lovies xx