Ride or Die | Lando Norris (ENGLISH)

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I spent the next few days working and spending as much time as possible out in the city, wanting to make the most of my stay in Monaco. I spent every evening with Lando or his friends, watching movies, partying or just walking around the neighbourhood. We have become closer to each other recently, and rumors about our alleged relationship have been circulating all over the Internet, so we decided that we would not go out in just each other's presence to simply avoid unnecessary gossips. I felt really weird about it all.

– Are you ready? – Norris asked, putting a white McLaren cap on his head. He was at the airport in Montreal, where someone was supposed to pick him up.

– Not at all – I sighed resignedly, although I still had a smile on my face to convince him that it wasn't that bad.

– You'll be fine, muppet – he rolled his eyes, referring to my meeting with Vivienne.

The problem was that it wasn't Vivienne that was on my mind, it was Max fucking Fewtrell. I was afraid to spend even an hour in the same apartment with him, let alone several days or even weeks, and Lando had been acting suspiciously charming for some time, complimenting me and telling me that everything would be fine.

– You've gone soft, Norris – I laughed quietly.

Brown haired boy idened his eyes, pretending to be outraged. Like I just hit his huge ego.

– Should I tell you that Vivienne will make you run back to Monaco as soon as she sets eyes on you, and Max will switch your shampoo with bleach on the first night? – he asked sarcastically, looking around.

I let out a quiet snort. Yes, that was old Lando. I saw a group of girls in the corner of the screen, hesitantly looking at him. They were at least thirteen years old, so that was probably why Lando preferred not to swear in front of them.

– Yes, Norris. Just what I needed – I replied with amusement, putting the pants into the suitcase I was still packing. I had practically everything. T-shirts, blouses, pants, underwear, some towels, cosmetics and shoes. I was going to buy the rest in London.

– I'm always here to help – he winked at the phone, and I rolled my eyes. – I'm leaving, Mel. The fans are calling – he sighed proudly and then immediately hung up.

I took a deep breath and looked around the room. I didn't want to leave anymore, but I had to do it, otherwise I wouldn't forgive myself for not taking advantage of such a huge opportunity to work for Vivienne.

***

London was not spoiled by the weather. As soon as I arrived, I was greeted by cold and rain, and on top of that, I had to take an Uber to Pietra and Max's apartment because Pietra was at university and Max simply didn't want to come pick me up. Fucking asshole. I was standing outside the door to the apartment, with a soaked hood over my head and a suitcase in my hand, waiting for Fewtrell to open the door for me.

– Max! I know you are there! – I shouted, banging on the door. This was definitely their apartment. I've already checked ten times.

I angrily pulled my phone out of my purse and logged on to Twitch. Max was just doing a fucking stream. He wasn't answering calls or reading text messages because he was playing fucking Detroit Become Human. By the way, I played through this game three times and he looked completely green, which made me laugh inside. Since my messages and phones weren't working, I decided I'd just text him on the chat and pray he would read it.

melsxharris: max open the door

Fewtrell just looked at the chat, which was literally flooded with various messages after my message. Mainly about me and how beautiful I am, but a few people also pointed out my friendship with Lando's friends. They probably weren't my fans.