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.

it was the austrian grand prix and lando won. it was beautiful. he was amazing all weekend and this just topped it off.

you watched as he pulled his car into the p1 spot at parc ferme alongside oscar and charles.

you were stood with his dad, adam, and a bunch of mclaren mechanics behind the barriers.

he got out the car and took his helmet off with a grin before having a chat with oscar and charles.

he then signs the winning champagne bottle. his autograph before writing “for holly”.

and then before he has to do his media duties and go to the podium, he comes over to you and adam.

adam gave him a big hug and a cheek kiss before lando tuned to you.