𝐈t’s not your fault and it’s not his either!

You’re a famous popstar and he’s an f1 driver. You both live very different lives with very hefty schedules. And sure, you made time to FaceTime every night and text in between tasks but other than that you were limited to flying out to see each other every other week, sometimes it was months between trips and it only made your heart hurt even more.

The pair of you met a year back, you drunk at an nyc club, the very same club Lando had dragged a very unimpressed Oscar too. Your night was already terrible, you had broken up with your boyfriend hours prior and your feet were aching from your heels, face batted with makeup that just added on to the sickness pumping through your veins.

Oscar didn’t know why he had even let himself go out when he could be asleep or watching a terrible movie in his hotel room right then but Lando was determined to not let their first night in New York go to waste so he dressed up in his Sunday best and headed out. All that effort only for you to accidentally spill your fruity pink mocktail all over his shirt.

You immediately went to clean it up, stumbling around like a newborn deer. With a sigh he helped your friends get you home and by the dreary morning he had a new dm from his friends favorite singer asking him if they could buy him a new shirt.

Very quickly a meetup had morphed into you showing him around New York and then shared kisses on each others scars upon egg white bedsheets in his hotel room. He felt like home in ways that you had never imagined before.

And as soon as the media got whiff of your secret romance, a whirlwind of paparazzi, instagram comments and his idiot friends asking when they got to meet you. Still, nothing changed between the two of you except for everything feeling more real and that was warmly welcomed.

Months passed, love blossomed and now you’re here.

You had just finished your first concert in London. Your skin sparkled and the red leather id your body suit had imprinted on your skin but you loved it, it made you feel alive.

The rest of your night was already planned. A long, hot shower where you got to wash away all the glitter, tears and sweat from your skin. Cupcakes and other sweets had been ordered and sent to your room, awaiting your arrival. You had rented how to lose a guy in ten days, last Christmas and while you were sleeping.

But they all escaped your mind when you saw Him holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and standing at your special exit. A smile plastered on his charming face and suddenly you had fallen inlove all over again.