

It had been finalised and you’d been mentally preparing yourself since the moment you’d decided to attend. he’d tried his hardest to keep you hidden but the internet was ablaze with theories and questions and lies and judgement, so he’d suggested that you come to bahrain, viewing it as a perfect opportunity to break the ice with the media and the fans. you knew what they’d say about you, otherwise. you’d picked out a nice outfit, something that made you look put together without trying too hard, classy without looking like you were leeching off of lando. It was your first time in the paddock, and naturally, you were a wreck. you hated the worry that clouded his sky-grey eyes. i am!” your voice was abnormally high pitched, and lando wondered where his cool as a cucumber girlfriend had gone. “listen, if you’re not ready to do this…” this couldn’t be classed as anxiety anymore, it went far beyond that. you smiled, your lips stretching unconvincingly, the corner of your mouth twitching. it was quali day in bahrain, the first of the season, and you were sat next to a man on a mission. the last thing he needed to worry about today was you.

You realised then that he’d been murmuring your name, his eyebrows furrowed, concerned. he squeezed once, twice, drawing your eyes from your laced fingers onto his. Your eyes could have watered, but you blinked, uncontrollably almost, refocusing your gaze onto the centre console, where lando’s large hand held yours. you wanted to shrug it off, the material that once symbolised an unbreakable friendship now resting uncomfortably, a weight, a reminder, but you were there to support your boyfriend, in his every endeavour. you sat in the passenger seat of the rented volvo, the mild temperature unable to reach you here, especially not with the quadrant hoodie draped over your shoulders. it wasn’t too hot, nor was it cold, but lando was still wearing a hoodie nonetheless. You weren’t sure what to make of the weather in bahrain.

The colour blue can symbolise many things: bravery and healing.

because why wouldn’t he be? warnings: 18+ pls!! nothing major tbh, smut (mostly implied), bit of angst, bit of fluff, language, anxiety, the worlds most minor f1 incident, max being a snarky little bitch (affectionate) 4.8k words song: little freak by harry styles in which lando goes back to work and takes you along for the ride. thank u for the luv on the other two parts, biiiiiig hugs from me to you MWAH xoxox note: heads up, the max in this series is max fewtrell lmao. Read part 2: karma rules! FINAL PART! i hate it! what else is new? hopefully this wraps things up nicely. Read part 1: a golf swing and a trampoline
