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Lando Norris; Stuck on You.

Angsty Lando?? Angsty Lando.

Ngl, I ain't a Lando girly as you can all see, he's cute and all but he ain't for me, but I write him for you guys as often and as best as I can.  This might have a happy ending when I get to the end of it?? I guess we'll find out together.

Gonna say this is set during like 2021 when Alex didn't have a seat lmao, I love him sm and lily too💜

A/C is actual country btw

Also just so you know this is gonna be long and have a massive chunk without Lando, but it's gonna get good about 3.5k words in lmao

Thank you to everyone who has been reading and voting on my stories, both here and AO3, it really does make me smile💚
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"What's your problem?!" Lando yelled, his green eyes as (Y/N) packed a suitcase in a hurry, seeing she was packing her important documents; birth certificate, passport, bank statements.

"What's my problem?!" She said, her tone was incredulous, wanting to scream at him. "You were seen making out with another girl after a DJ set which, by the way, you didn't even tell me you were doing, and when I was calling you, you were necking some other woman!"

"Why didn't you call Max?!" He continued to tell, going over to the suitcase and taking stuff out of it. He tried to reach for her hands, trying to take the clothing she had between them, only for her to drop them in the suitcase and slap his hands away.

"Oh right, let me think about that!" She hummed sarcastically, resting her hand on a fist in false thought. "Ah, by jove! I have it! I don't have his fucking contact number!" She argued back, brushing past him to the walk in wardrobe, and going to her small clothing unit, hands grabbing at the hangers and shoes that resided in the five percent of space she occupied within.

"(Y/N), come on! That's not fair!" He whined, following her, standing in the doorway, refusing to let her pass. "I'm sorry for not telling you, but I promise that I didn't make out with another girl!" He promised, almost begged, as she laughed in shock from his answer. The laugh was vicious, it was bitter, but it was a belly laugh.

"Oh yeah, sure, like I'll fucking believe that!" She wheezed out, ducking underneath his arm and throwing her shoes in the bag, shutting the lid harshly, her face now blank. "Lando, be fucking real with me. You were seen kissing someone who wasn't me, and several people contacted me with more than just paprazzi images." She bluntly stated, watching as he flinched under her hard stare. "I'm done, Lando. I didn't mind the DJ gigs, I didn't mind you coming in late, in drunk, with Max or Daniel or whatever friend to sleep on the sofa, but the fact that Kelly told me and you clearly don't feel any remorse, clearly says to me you don't care. So I'm done, Norris. I'm done."

Lando stuttered a response as he watched her hands zip up and lock her case, only able to watch as she struggled to carry it past him. "So you're throwing away, like, two years of us? Of travelling the world together? Two years of love?" He asked following her to the apartment front door, watching as she detached the key from her keyring and tossed it on the counter.

"Just remember, Norris, you did this. Not me." The words felt like acid, like bile that tried to come up through her esophagus, the anger, hurt, disappointment and quickly growing resentment ever present in her vitriolic tone. "Don't you even fucking dare trying to pin this on me! Be grateful I don't want to ruin your career!"

"Where will you go, huh? You don't have any friends around here!" He laughed out, in pure disbelief as (Y/N) hauled the suitcase into the boot of her Peugeot 206, hands slamming the boot down.