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 worked hard on your studies and managed to get into university at monaco. you lived in the dorm houses and were thriving.

that’s when you met the love of your life — lando norris. behind the mask of an F1 driver was a kind, sweet, loving man and that’s why you fell in love with him. you both living in monaco was a bonus.

but somewhere between messing about at his apartment, running around monaco and hiding in the back of the garage, it went wrong.

a PR relationship.

lando was introduced to this girl named magui, a portugese model and actress. the contract was signed. the idea was they would be spotted together, an occasion small PDA (nothing more than a cheek kiss) and some instagram likes but nothing too serious. he wasn’t actually dating her, he was dating you in private with her as a “cover” but to the public it seemed like he was with her and you were this mysterious university student.

lando claimed it would help you two relationship blossom as you were no longer under the public eye as he was “dating” magui. but it made it worse, all you two did was hide.

not many believed the relationship with magui as they still saw small glimpses of you with lando and honestly, lando looked so uncomfortable. even after some staged paparazzi pictures, people still didn’t trust it was real with him and magui — which you liked.

but the rest drove you insane. watching him have to act like he was with someone else. you always questioned why you stayed:

why? why? why?

but your love outbalanced any feeling of wanting something else.

now, the end was in sight.

however, this week was lando’s birthday on the thursday. the big 26!