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🌸 AUSTIN TEXAS 🌸
The paddock felt different this time.
The first visit had been exciting- new faces, new experiences, a dream come true.
Now it felt...complicated.
You adjusted the Mercedes pass around your neck as you walked beside Malachi through the entrance, trying to ignore the knot the had lived in your stomach since your plane landed.
Three weeks.
Three weeks of texting Kimi.
Three weeks of laughing over voice notes, race memes, late-night conversations when jet lag kept him awake and tour buses kept you awake.
Nothing had happened.
Nothing inappropriate.
But somewhere between the messages and the phone calls, you'd stopped looking forward to the races because of Formula 1.
You looked forward to seeing him.
That thought alone made you feel sick.
Malachi reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.
"You okay?"
You forced a smile.
"Just tired."
He frowned, brushing his thumb across your knuckles.
"You've barely eaten since last night."
"I know."
"You look really pale."
"I'm okay."
"You don't look okay."
Before you could argue, he gently steered you toward one of the seats in the garage.
"Sit."
"Malachi.."
"Please."
His voice was soft.
Concerned.
The kind of concern that only made the guilt sitting in your chest heavier.
"I'm going to the hospitality," he said. "I'll grab you something to eat. Water too."
"You don't have to-"
"I want to."
He kissed your forehead.
"I'll be back."
You watched him disappear down the corridor.
Your chest tightened.
He was always like this.
Always looking after you.
Always putting you first.
So why couldn't your heart just be satisfied.
"You don't look like yourself."
You looked up.
Kimi had appeared beside you almost silently, still wearing part of his race suit around his waist.
"You okay?"
You laughed weakly.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?"
"Only because everyone can tell that you’re not."
He crouched slightly so he was at eye level.
"You look exhausted."
"I've just got a headache and my legs are weak. I'm fine really."
"You don't sound convinced."
You looked away.
"I'm fine."
"You've never been a good liar, have you?"
That made you smile despite yourself.
"When did you figure that out?"
"Cause you’re so bad at it."
There was a pause.
Then he nodded toward the exit to the garage.
"Come on."
"Where?"
"Somewhere quieter."
"I should stay here."
"You've got ten minutes."
"I told Malachi I'd wait."
"And he'll find you."
He offered a small smile.
"I just think you could use some air."
Against your better judgement...you stood.
The noise of the garage faded with every step.
Kimi led you through a quiet corridor that opened into a small viewing balcony overlooking an empty section of the circuit.
"No one ever comes up here. Kind of my own space.”
No cameras.
No mechanics.
Just the distant sound of engines echoing across the track.
A breeze lifted your hair.
You rested your hands on the railing.
"It's peaceful," you admitted.
"I come here when it gets too loud."
You glanced at him.
He shrugged.
"Everyone needs their own space."
For a while neither of you spoke.
Cars flashed past in the distance.
The silence wasn't uncomfortable.
It never had been.
Eventually Kimi spoke.
"You've been avoiding me today."
Your stomach dropped.
"I haven't."
"You have."
He looked at you - not accusingly, just honestly.
"You barely looked at me this morning."
You sighed.
"I've been trying not to."
"Why?"
Because I'm scared of what it means if I don't.
The answer stayed trapped behind your teeth.
Instead you whispered, "Things have gotten...messy."
"The media?"
"Not just the media."
He leaned against the railing beside you.
"I'd never do anything to make your life harder."
"I know."
"I respect you."
"I know."
"I respect your relationship."
You nodded.
"I know."
"So why does it feel like you're saying goodbye to me?"
The question landed harder than you expected.
You swallowed.
"I don't know what I'm doing anymore."
Your voice cracked.
"I love Malachi."
"You do."
"But..."
You closed your eyes.
"I keep thinking about you."
The words hung in the air between you.
Neither of you moved.
Neither of you spoke.
When you finally looked at him, his expression wasn't victorious.
It was conflicted.
"I've tried to not think about you," he admitted quietly.
"I told myself you were happy."
"I was."
"Was?"
"I don't know anymore."
Silence.
Then another step.
Not enough to touch.
Just enough that the space between you suddenly felt impossibly small.
"You should go back," Kimi said, though he didn't move.
"Mhm."
Neither of you did."
His eyes searched yours as if asking one last question he refused to say aloud.
You answered it anyway.
You closed to distance.
The kiss was hesitant.
Careful.
Almost uncertain.
For one heartbeat it was nothing more than two people admitting something they'd both been trying to deny.
Then it deepened.
Not rushed.
Not desperate.
Just heartbreakingly real.
It only lasted for a few seconds.
You were the first to pull away.
The reality of what had happened crashed over you all at once.
Your breathing hitched.
"Oh my god..."
You stepped back immediately.
"Kimi..."
Your hands flew to your mouth.
"I-I can't..."
He didn't reach for you again.
He simply stood there, looking as shaken as you felt.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
You shook your head before he could take all the blame.
"No."
Your voice trembled.
"No...don't."
Because you kissed him too.
You wanted to.
That was the part that hurt the most.
You thought you'd feel instant regret.
Like you'd made a terrible mistake.
Instead...
You felt guilty.
Heartbreakingly guilty.
But underneath that guilt was something else that you couldn't quite place.
You couldn't pretend you hadn't wanted it.
You couldn't pretend it hadn't felt right.
And that terrified you.
"I have to go."
Kimi nodded once.
"I know."
Without another word, you hurried back though the corridor, wiping quickly at the tears gathering in your eyes.
As you stepped back into the garage, Malachi was walking toward you carrying a bottle of water, a sandwich and a chocolate bar.
"There you are."
He smiled, relieved.
"I was starting to wonder where you'd gone."
You looked at him.
At the man who had left only to make sure you ate something.
The man who trusted you enough to leave you alone.
The guilt hit harder than ever before.
"I just..." Your voice almost failed you. "Needed some air."
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🌸 THREE WEEKS LATER 🌸
Life settles back into its rhythm.
Malachi is back in the studio.
You're build in editing projects.
Kimi is back on the other side of the world, bouncing from race weekend to race weekend.
The texts however, didn't stop.
Not everyday.
Not even every week.
Just enough to keep the friendship alive.
Sometimes he'd send you a picture from the paddock with a simple, Thought you'd appreciate this.
Sometimes you'd send him a photo of your breakfast at some ridiculous café with the caption, This is criminally overpriced.
It was easy.
Comfortable.
Nothing more.
Which was exactly why you'd never hid it from Malachi.
🌸 MONDAY 🌸
On a Monday afternoon, your phone buzzed.
Kimi:
Sponsor event in LA tomorrow.
Flying home Wednesday.
You and Malachi free for breakfast?
You smiled.
Almost immediately, another message appeared.
My treat this time 😊
You laughed quietly before looking over at Malachi, who was sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone.
"Baby?"
"Hm?"
"Kimi's in LA for a sponsor thing."
He looked up.
"He asked if we both wanted to go to breakfast on Wednesday."
"You said both?"
He read the messages himself before handing to phone back.
"Yeah," he said after a moment. "Let's go."
🌸 WEDNESDAY MORNING - THE CAFÉ 🌸
The café overlooked a lake, tucked away from the busiest streets.
Or so everyone had thought.
Kimi was already there when the two of you arrived.
He stood the second he spotted you.
"Morning."
You smiled.
"Morning."
Then he turned to Malachi, extending his hand.
"Good to see you again!"
"You too," Malachi replied, shaking it.
The atmosphere was...better.
Not perfect.
But bette.
Breakfast was surprisingly normal.
Kimi asked Malachi about touring.
Malachi asked about racing.
You mostly listened, occasionally laughing whenever one of them made a joke.
For the first time, it felt like they were actually trying.
As the plates were cleared away, Kimi reached into his bag.
"I almost forgot."
He slid two black envelopes across the table.
"What are these?" you asked.
"Invitations."
You frowned before opening yours.
Inside were two paddock passes.
Full weekend access.
Your eyes widened.
"Kimi..."
"Austin next weekend." He smiled.
"I spoke to Mercedes."
You looked back down.
"They'd like both of you there."
Malachi blinked.
"For the whole weekend."
Kimi nodded.
"If you're free."
You looked at Malachi.
He looked at you.
"That's...really generous," he admitted.
Kimi shrugged.
"You both it fun last time."
Your smile was impossible to hide.
"We'd love to come."
Breakfast stretched longer than any of you expected.
Eventually, the three of you stepped outside together.
Malachi's phone rang.
He frowned at the screen
"I've got to take this."
He stepped a few metres away, pacing as he answered.
You stayed beside Kimi.
"So," you asked. "how was the sponsor event?"
He groaned dramatically.
"Six hours of smiling."
You laughed.
"Sounds exhausting."
"It was."
He rolled his eyes.
"I'd rather be in the simulator to be honest."
"I believe that."
He looked at you.
"I'm happy we became friends."
The sincerity caught you off guard.
"So am I."
He smiled - a small one this time.
One that didn't need words.
Neither of you noticed the camera across the street.
🌸 THURSDAY MORNING 🌸
You woke up to your phone on Thursday morning. Vibrating relentlessly.
Messages.
Mentions.
Notifications.
You frowned as you reached for it.
The first text was from your best friend.
GIRL??
Followed by a link.
Then another.
Your stomach sank.
A sports entertainment page had posted a series of photos from outside the café.
One showed the three of you leaving together.
Another showed Malachi on the phone in the background.
The final image...
...was just you and Kimi.
Standing close.
Laughing.
Looking at each other.
The headline made your chest tighten.
IS FORMULA 1'S RISING STAR GETTING CLOSE TO MALACHI BARTONS GIRLFRIEND?
Another article read:
FRIENDSHIP... OR SOMETHING MORE?
You stared in disbelief.
"This is ridiculous," you muttered.
From the bedroom doorway, Malachi looked up from his own phone.
His expression had changed.
Not angry.
Not yet anyways.
Just...worried.
"They're making it into something it isn't," you said quickly.
"I know."
He walked over, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
"I know."
But even as he said it...
...his eyes lingered on the photo a second longer than they should have.
And somewhere across the world, Kimi's phone was lighting up with the very same headlines.
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the house was quiet in the way that made every little sound feel louder than it should.
lando was still asleep on the sofa, one arm hanging off the side, his breathing slow and uneven. he must have done something and crashed a little after midnight. you'd heard him moving around the kitchen earlier, cabinets opening and closing, the back door creaking for a cigarette. after that - silence.
you stood in the hallway for a moment, just watching him.
for a second he looked peaceful. almost like the boy who you met two years ago, the one who used to show up with messy hair and stupid jokes and takeout bags because he "forgot to eat all day." the one who promised you he'd only deal for a little while - just until he saved enough money to do something better.
that promise felt very far away now. he's in too deep.
your phone buzzed quietly in your hand.
no new messages from mick.
you stared at the last thing he'd sent the night before.
mick: And tell him to quit keeping lists. That's what got him noticed.
a cold knot twisted in your stomach again.
how did he know about the lists?
you hadn't answered him after that. you didn't even know what you would say. instead, you's stayed awake half the night staring at the ceiling, replaying ever conversation you'd ever had with lando his "side business."
just a few more months.
just until I save enough.
I'm being careful.
careful.
right.
you looked back toward the living room. lando shifted slightly but didn't wake.
you turned and walked down the toward the spare bedroom.
the door creaked when you pushed it open.
the room looked exactly how you'd left it yesterday - blankets half-pulled off the bed, hoodie thrown over the chair, the faint smell of weed clinging to the air.
your eyes drifted immediately to the bed frame.
the envelope of bail money was still taped underneath, but now that you knew it was there, it felt less like a safety net and more like proof of something else.
preparation.
expectation.
like he's always known the day he gets arrested would come.
you crouched down and peeled the tape back again, pulling the envelope free. the money inside was thick - fifties folded tightly together.
way more than what you paid for bail.
"Jesus fucking christ lando." you muttered.
you pushed it back where it was and stood up.
something about the room felt...off.
not messy - lando had always been messy. this was different. like parts of the room had been cleaned too carefully.
you walked over and slid the door open.
clothed hung in uneven rows, hoodies and jackets stuffed together. shoes piled in the corner. nothing unusual.
until you noticed the box.
it was shoved behind a stack of old trainers - plain cardboard, taped shut.
you frowned.
you'd never seen it before.
slowly, you pulled it out.
the tape peeled back with a soft ripping sound.
and when you lifted the lid, your stomach dropped.
inside were little vacuum-sealed bags, neatly stacked.
next to them were rolls of cash, a small digital scale, and a pack of empty baggies.
your breath caught.
"no..."
your mind scrambled for another explanation. maybe he was holding it for Oscar or max. maybe it was temporary. maybe..."
but the box was too organised.
too practiced.
this wasn't something he was quitting.
this was something he'd been expanding.
your hands trembled as you set the lid back down.
all those talks and promises about stopping and getting out of it soon.
lies.
the realisation hit like a bucket of cold ice water poured over you.
he never planned to stop.
a floorboard creaked behind you.
you spun around.
lando stood in the doorway.
he looked half-awake, hair messy, hoodie pulled on like he'd just thrown it over himself. but his eyes were sharp the second they landed on the box in your hands.
for a moment, neither of you spoke.
then his jaw tightened.
"where'd you find that?"
you stared at him. "where you hid it. lando...you told me you were quitting."
his gaze flicked to the box, then back to you.
"I was going to," he said quietly.
"you were?" you repeated.
the words came out sharper than you meant.
"you said that six months ago, lando. and three months ago. and last week."
his shoulders tensed.
"lower your voice."
"why?" you snapped. "worried someone might hear the truth?"
a flash of anger crossed his face but faded quickly.
"don't know why you're the one getting angry."
he closed the door behind him.
"you weren't supposed to see that."
you laughed bitterly and threw the box onto the bed with the contents spilling out.
"yeah, i'm starting to realise there's a lot I'm not supposed to see."
he rubbed his face, exhaustion creeping back into his expression.
"its not what you think."
you gestured toward the box.
"oh really? because it looked exactly like what I think."
he didn't answer.
and that silence told you that you were well and truly right.
"you lied to me."
his eyes flicked up.
"I didn't lie."
"you said you were done with this."
"I said I would be."
"that's the same thing!"
"no, its not," he snapped.
the sudden edge in his voice made the room feel smaller.
"I was getting there," he continued, running a hand through his hair. "I just needed a little more time."
"you've been saying that for two years."
he didn't argue.
instead, he leaned against the wall, staring at the floor like he was trying to calculate something in his head.
finally he muttered, "you think I wanted things to go like this?"
"like what?" you asked. "getting arrested?"
his eyes snapped up.
"that wasn't supposed to happen."
you crossed your arms.
"but it did."
"because someone tipped them off," he said.
the anger was back now, simmering under his voice.
"they knew exactly where I was, what I had on me and how much."
you stomach twisted.
"mick said the same thing."
lando went completely still.
"mick..?"
you immediately regretted saying it.
but it was too late.
his expression hardened.
"you talked to him?"
your heart started pounding.
"I texted the number from your list."
"are you serious?" he said sharply.
"I was trying to help!"
"you don't help by contacting people you don't know," he snapped back.
the tension in the room spikes.
for a moment you thought he might actually yell.
instead he just shook his head and looked away.
"what did he say?" he asked quietly.
you hesitated.
then you told him.
about the messages. about mick saying someone wanted lando to be noticed. about the warning.
and..."...he knew about the lists," you finished.
silence
lando's face went pale.
"repeat that."
"he said you should stop keeping the lists," you said slowly. "that it's what got you noticed."
a long heavy pause filled the room.
then lando whispered something under his breath.
"what?" you asked.
his gaze lifted to yours.
and for the first time since you'd known him...
he genuinely looked scared.
"that list never leaves the house."
your stomach dropped.
"what are you saying?"
lando looked toward the bedroom door like he expected someone to be standing there.
then he spoke quietly.
"im saying, if mick knows about it...then someones been in the house."
the words hung in the room like smoke.
you stared at him, your heart starting to hammer.
"hats not possible," you said quickly. "we would've noticed."
lando shook his head slowly, eyes scanning the room like he was seeing it differently now.
"no broken locks. no windows smashed," he murmured. "but if someone had a key... or came in while we were gone..."
a horrible thought crossed your mind.
"if the police arrested you the other day and knew about your little druggie empire...why has there been no search? they should have searched the house."
lando froze.
both of you looked around the room. closet. bed. desk. the box still turned over on the bed with god knows what in it. the house was still the same. nothing overturned. no drawers dumped out. no police tape.
"no raid," you whispered.
"no raid," he repeated.
the realisation hit. your eyes slowly widened.
"oh my fuck."
a loud car slammed outside.
both of you jumped.
then came another. and another. and a few more after that.
you both turned toward the front of the house.
through the window you could hear faint voices.
radios crackling.
boots on the tiles outside.
lando whispered. "tell me that's not..."
"POLICE," followed with heavy knocks that rattled the front door.
you both stared at each other.
your brain literally shut off.
then lando grabbed the box.
"MOVE!"
everything after that happened way to fast.
you sprinted out into the hallway while lando carried the box like it weighed nothing.
"where the fuck are you gonna put that?" you hissed.
another knock shook he door.
"OPEN THE DOOR!"
"think!" lando whispered frantically.
you spun in a circle, panic rising.
closet? no.
the garden? too far.
bathroom? too obvious.
down the toilet?
1. lando would lose a lot of money
2. would take too long
then your eyes landed on the living room carpet.
the corner near the couch.
the one that always curled up a little.
"...the floor."
lando blinked. "what?"
"the floor!"
you ran over and yanked the corner of the carpet up.
underneath it, a loose board shifted slightly.
you'd discovered it months ago when you spilled soda and tried to clean underneath so the place wouldn't stink.
you'd joked it was the worlds worst hiding spot but now it was your only one.
"Hurry up bro!"
lando gave you a weird look but dropped to his knees beside you. "never call me bro again. why didn't you tell me about this before?" he whispered.
"I don't know. maybe because I didn't know we'd need to use it just before getting raided you bellend."
the knocking only got louder
"FINAL WARNING...OPEN THE DOOR!"
"OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO BREAK IT!" you panicked.
"LIFT THE BOARD!"
you both tugged at the wooden panel but it refused to move.
"why isn't it fucking moving!?" lando hissed.
"You're pulling the wrong pissing side."
"No I'm not!"
"YOU try then!"
you shoved him aside and yanked the other edge.
the board popped loose with a loud CRACK.
you both froze.
then another knock.
"police!"
"okay were good," you whispered quickly,
you shoved the board aside.
a shallow space opened underneath the floor.
not huge.
but enough.
"GO GO GO!"
lando dumped the contents pf the box inside.
bags. scale. baggies. everything.
you grabbed handfuls and shoved them down the side so they were underneath the next floorboard.
the stash barely fit but for now it worked.
at one point lando tried to stuff the scale in sideways and it got stuck.
"TURN IT!" you whispered urgently.
"I AM TURNING IT!"
"THE OTHER WAY DICKHEAD."
you snatched it from him and crammed it in diagonally.
"wasn't so hard was it."
you then slammed the board back into place.
then dropped the carpet back down over it hoping it won't lift up.
you both sat there breathing hard.
another knock.
"forgot they were there for a second."
"SHIT. the money!" you whispered suddenly.
"just leave it. we ain't got time. its not illegal." he said quickly.
"you literally taped it under the bed! suspicious if you ask me."
"yeah and? people hide money."
he grabbed your hand and hauled you up.
"act normal."
"HOW the fuck do you 'act' normal?!"
"just...don't look guilty."
you both rushed to the front door.
he opened it.
two uniformed officers stood on the tile porch.
three more behind them near the cars.
one woman stepped forward.
"Lando Norris?"
he nodded slowly.
"that's me."
"we're conducting a search of the property related to and investigation involving your arrest," she said.
your stomach dropped.
"do you have a warrant?" lando asked.
she held up a sheet of paper.
"yes."
fucking great. fantastic. perfect.
"alright, come in then, wouldn't want you catching a cold would we," he said sarcastically.
within seconds the house filled with officers.
drawers opened.
cabinets checked.
closets searched.
you stood in the living room trying to breathe normally while two officers looked through the kitchen.
lando stood next to you with his arms crossed.
a tall officer approached.
"we're going to need to search both of you as well."
"sure," lando said calmly.
you hoped your heartbeat wasn't audible.
the officer searched lando first.
patting down his hoodie.
checking his pockets.
phone. wallet. nothing.
then the female officer turned to you.
"arms out please."
you lifted them.
she checked your hoodie. your jeans. your shoes. nothing.
meanwhile, the rest of the officers continued searching.
one of them walked into the bedroom.
your stomach flipped.
he knelt down beside the bed.
your pulse spiked.
please don't look at the carpet. please don't look at the carpet.
instead he reached under the bed frame.
you and lando both froze. the female officer noticed. "anything you want to share?"
"nope. all good. lando said.
the officer pulled something out. the envelope. "got cash!" he called.
your heart dropped into your stomach. he then opened it and counted briefly. "somewhere between three and four grand."
he pulls a box out from under a pile of clothes.
he then looked up. "this yours?" lando nodded. "yeah."
"what's it for?"
"uhhh a couple vibrators and stuff like that. bit kinky this one." he said pointing to you.
you whacked his arm and stifled your laugh to which the female officer stood next to you went to grab something from her belt which you assumed was her taser. "please don't make any sudden movements ma'am."
"right sorry."
the officer went white. "uhh not illegal then."
he tossed it onto the mattress.
you nearly collapsed with relief.
a few minutes later another officer came in from the garden.
"found a couple half-smoked joints outside near the fence."
your heart skipped.
the female officer shook his head.
"anything else?"
the officer shook his head.
"nope."
the house slowly went quiet again as they finished checking rooms.
one by one they stepped back toward the front door.
the first officer looked at lando.
"you're still part of an ongoing investigation...and you are too ma'am," she said. "so don't leave the city."
"wasn't planning to," he replied.
she gave him one last look.
then they left. the door closed. the cars drove away.
and the second they both disappeared down the street...you both collapsed onto the couch.
"holy shit."
you started laughing. not a normal laugh but the kind that came from pure panic leaving your body.
"we almost died," you said between breath.
"we almost went to prison," he corrected.
"I'm too pretty and I would have been bum fucked if I went to prison so therefore I would have died." you said.
"didn't die when we did it."
"oh my god stop. never mention that again."
he leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
"that was way too close."
you nodded.
then slowly turned your head toward the carpet. the hidden floorboard sat there innocently. untouched.
