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.

that was around a year ago. you spent a lot of time as “friends” or getting to know each other until around six months ago, he asked you out.

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. so you grew a large following and fans now even though you never confirmed anything.

you spent most of the time long distance so when you got to see one another, you would make the most of it. it was normally a day visit to your university when he was in england for the MTC but recently, he started flying out on his free weekends or you flew to his monaco apartment.

this weekend, you flew out to monaco to see lando. it was a long weekend, you flew out wednesday afternoon and came home monday.

on thursday morning, lando went out for a run and on the way back picked up an iced coffee for you and a tea for him — such a little british boy.

while he was out, you had gotten up and were a bit chilly. laying on a chair in lando’s room was one of his blacl hoodies. it was from one of his quadrant merch drops before you met.

you slipped it on, over your white shirt. you then cuddled back up in his bed, wearing his hoodie and some plaid pj pants while your hair was in a loose, messy braid.

around fifteen minutes later, lando came home.

“baby!” lando calls out.

“in the bedroom!” you yell back.

lando comes in, holding the two drinks. he had simple grey workout shorts on with a black long sleeve gym shirt. he had a backwards cap and some stupid running sunglasses but his smile widened as he saw you in his hoodie — for the first time.