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.

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

lando was your first love but you weren’t his — not that it bothered you as you knew he only loves you. he had a girlfriend , luisa, before you.

when you two started dating, he stopped wearing the bracelet she gave him. instead, he wore the ones you bought and made him.

however, it was media day at the austrian grand prix and you were there with lando in austria. you didn’t go to the track as it was only media day.

you were sat in the hotel room, scrolling on your phone at around 1pm while waiting for your room service. that’s when you notice in mclaren’s photo of lando’s arrival, he’s wearing the bracelet luisa gave him.

your heart shattered. why would he wear that if you were his girlfriend?? you knew you couldn’t argue over text about it so you waited until he got back from the track.