life had always been hard for you. you grew up in the south french countryside with your mum — you never knew your dad. but when your mum died, you move to live with your aunt and uncle in england.

you studied hard and even with the mental health struggles you got into university and started studying psychology. then, on a night out on holiday you met the love of your life — lando norris.

dating lando was hard sometimes. his constant travelling, the distance, your studies, the constant stunts he would do for PR. it was a lot more than you expected, but you love him. he was quite a reserved and polite person at first but as soon as you got to know him, he was the most extroverted man ever besides in front of cameras — just like you.

lando lived in monaco while you were still studying in england. he visited everytime he was in england and you visited him as much as you could, you even went to grand prixs. you were a very private couple but people knew about you two.

you eventually graduated and moved in with lando to monaco.

his family LOVES you. like really really. they adore you. your politeness, smartness, beauty.. everything really.

this week was the british grand prix weekend, so lando’s home race. it was a big race not only as it was his home race but also he had his own stand — landostand.

lando had worked so hard on landostand. it was decorated in his hat design of blobs and its bright fluorescent green colour. he had a pop up shop for his new merch and a monster shop for his monster drink. it was perfect.

lando had qualified p3 for the race. not what he wanted but it was amazing.

but he turned that around on the day. “lando norris wins the british grand prix!”

cheers erupt through the mclaren garage. you were stood with parents in the back of the garage. tears forming in your eyes as you hug cisca and adam. emotions were high as celebrations carried out.

it was later and the track was less busy. outside the mclaren pits, in the pit lane, you had just taken a photo with lando and the silverstone trophy. you also took one with cisca and adam, his parents, as well as his sisters, flo and cisca, his brother, oliver, and his grandparents.

lando then decided to go with a few of his team, and a bunch of media members following, to celebrate with his fans.

he went to the wall between the pits and the track. there was a black cover which was up and someone was tryna take it off the silver metal divide on top of the wall. however they fell backwards, knocking lando’s nose on his trophy.

you were stood behind the crowd, next to his mum. your eyes immediately fill with worry.

lando’s bodyguard, richard, straight away checks up on him.