dating lando wasn’t always the glitz and glam, especially in a private relationship.

it was hard, hiding the affection, acting like the friends, watching him be shipped with other girls and him having to deny you two were together. until he didn’t.

it was monaco grand prix. you were monegasque so this race meant a lot to you, as well as you lived in monaco your whole life and with lando now too.

he got pole on saturday which he converted into a win. you spent each practice session, as well as qualifying and the race with his parents, cisca and adam, who had flown from the UK to watch.

you were stood at parc ferme with them, a sea of mclaren engineers and mechanics behind you and his parents as you stood at the front, to the world still you two were just “friends”. it was a mclaren 1-3 and charles in p2.

you watched lando go over and sign the winning champagne bottle. you watched up on the big screen nearby to see what he wrote as you couldn’t see from this angle.

he stood there in his white special race suit, hair all messy and carefully wrote: for holly, i love you forever. thank you for always supporting me.

a choruses of “aw” came as viewers and team workers, just anyone even charles and oscar saw it. lando’s parents beamed with joy.

that was confirmation to the world — you and lando were a couple.