Formula Racing Imagines And Preferences

✨Lando Norris - Counting Days

I sit at my door. It can't be true. He wouldn't just walkout and leave me here all by myself. All because I said I wouldn't quit my job to travel all over the world with him? How could all this bad happen from me not wanting to rely on him. Lando and I had dated since he was eighteen. We went to the same school and I only hung around ith his group of friends, but oh how the time we're simpler back then. We actually had fun, he was actually home. Nowadays he was always away to the races or to the factory and even when he was home it felt like he was miles away. End of day one.

I wake up with a shape that only he could make where he lay next to me. My torso missed the feel of his arms snaking around it in the morning and my ears missed his croaky voice mumbling 'good morning' followed by sweet nothings. My eyes missed his and hoe they looked at me with such love and adoration. Everything was him and only him. I get up and look to my mirror at the red puffy faced girl that was me. That's all I was. A girl. I could point out every imperfection about me now that he wasn't there to stop me. The stretch marks on my thighs, he'd kiss them until I liked them. My crooked teeth, he'd make me laugh until I showed them. He had a solution to every imperfection. Every imperfection was perfect to me while he was there but the second he left the thoughts came flooding back. End of day two.

I skip breakfast and lunch and cancel dinner on my friends. No food. None. I remember his favourite food. We'd make it together the night he came back from a race. Sure the kitchen got messy and so did we but we cleaned it up together. We did almost everything together since we met. I always went to his home races or races i could afford to go to because I'd always refused to let him pay for anything for me. Bags, clothes, tickets to his own race, even on dates i wouldn't let him pay. I was stubborn. End of day three.

Friday. Brilliant. Lando was in Austria for the first race back. I was supposed to be watching it as the proud girlfriend not the miserable ex. He did good i have to say at practise. The car looks promising but while me and my work friends watched the interviews at our break, they didn't seem to notice that he was different. "You sure are lucky to have him y/n. He must treat you like a princess." my friend says making a sandwich. I sigh and nod sipping my coffee. I could tell he wasn't okay. His eyes were too dull and he stood up too tall with his back straight. End of day four.

Saturday. Qualifying. He got to fourth. To say I was proud was an understatement. I watched it all day, hoping and praying he did well while trying not to cry. I had a box of tissues on standby and wore his black superdry hoodie with too much chocolate on the table. P4. His best yet. I would call him but he's probably over me by now. He Lando Norris. He can get any girl he wants so why waste his ime with a journalist in training? End of day five.

Sunday. The big day. He was promoted a place because of a grid penalty for Lewis Hamilton so now he was P3, in the podium places but he'd have to keep his mind focused. There were times he was struggling and I remember how we calmed each other down before. Singing our song. I hum along to the melody of 'Love of my Life' by Queen. I shouldn't have done that because I found myself in a Web of tears. I grab a tissue and wipe my eyes. 69th lap. 'Haha. Noice." I say in the closest voice to Lando's. Oh my god. He could get a podium. All he had to do was get within five seconds of Hamilton. I bite my nails in excitement. "Come on Lando. You got this. Come on." Lap 71. He crosses the line. I wait for the announcement to see if he's got third or not. "And Lando Norris, has got his first podium!" he presenter shouts. I jump up and practically scream. He's done it! Oh my god! He's done it. I sit back down as the smile melts from my face. Oh yeah, he's not- He's not mine... End of day six I guess.

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing for work. I turn it off and do the usual. I grab my keys and walk to the door. I'm about to open it when the doorbell goes off. Who am I expecting? Maybe I ordered something? No. Definitely not. I grab a hold of the door, breathe in and open it. I am met with the cold air hitting my face and a hug. I grab a hold of the person and I already know who it is. The way the firgue grabbed me, the way he felt. It was Lando. "I'm sorry." he mutters. Nothing else was said. He just repeated those two words over and over again. "Lando. I know. I'm sorry too. I didnt mean-" My words and sobs got cut off by his honey lips meeting mine. Oh how I missed this. The feeling of another kiss. "I'm never leaving again." he said cupping my cheeks. I sniffle. "Until you need to go and get another podium." I say as we both giggle.

"I love you."

"I love you too my champion."

And of day seven