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LOVE AND TOUR

A/N: im so excited to post this fic bc *drum roll* it's a collab with @harrysfolklore !! the post tour depression is still kicking our butts so we decided to team up for a story that features LOT! hope you guys will like it and as always, make sure to head over to her blog to check out her fic that features all social media posts for this story!

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SUMMARY: Y/N and Harry were once friends, but his career pulled them apart. Then in 2019 Harry decides to invite her to ONO London and so their story begins or more like continues.

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2010

The handmade banner hanging over the white board in the classroom is crooked and two balloons have popped already. The sign reads ‘Good luck, Harry!’ and every letter is a different color. The desks and chairs were pushed to the side to make room in the middle and the teacher’s desk is full of snacks and drinks the kids brought in for the little impromptu party the class decided to throw before Harry’s big day.

He is going to his big X Factor audition this weekend and though he is not convinced he will make it, everyone in school is rooting for him. If anyone deserves the success it’s Harry, the goofy, kind boy who makes everyone smile and always helps whenever he can.

The soon-to-be rockstar is mingling with his friends and classmates, music is playing in the background and the chatting is nonstop. Everyone keeps asking Harry if he’s nervous or ready or which judge he is afraid of the most. He tries his best to talk to everyone and be everywhere, though he keeps an eye on one specific girl.

Y/N has been staying in the back for most of the time, sipping on some soda, listening to her friend as he enjoys the spotlight. She’s been friends with Y/N for quite some time, they live just a street away from each other, they often bike to school together and whenever one of them is sick the other one can be expected to show up at their house with the homework.

Good friends. That’s what they are. But deep down, Y/N is definitely feeling more than just friendship towards the curly haired boy who is now set to step his foot on the road to fame.

When the party is over and everyone has headed home already, Harry and Y/N are the last ones to walk out of the school’s building.

“So, be honest, are you nervous?” she asks as they are walking home , pushing their bikes this time. Harry said he hurt his ankle at PE today so he better not get on the bike, but in reality… he is just trying to spend more time with Y/N. 

“Kind of, yeah,” he admits with a chuckle.

“I’m sure you will crush it.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” she smiles at him and his heart skips a beat. 

Harry has been trying to work up his courage to ask Y/N out since probably the sixth grade, but he just never got to the point. Now he tells himself that if he gets into X Factor she will see him in a different light and that’s when he should ask her out, but little does he know he doesn’t need to be in a talent show to have her like him enough to want him.

Reaching her house she wishes him good luck and even hugs him before he waves goodbye and continues his way home. Y/N stands by their front door and watches him get farther away, hoping that whatever happens that weekend won’t change their friendship.

2013

The tour bus is quiet, everyone is asleep. Everyone, except Harry. 

Lying in his bunk bed, his face is illuminated by his phone as he aimlessly scrolls on his social media apps, checking out posts by fans, reading news, just killing time. He knew he shouldn’t have had a nap earlier, because now it will be way too late by the time he can fall asleep and won’t be rested enough when they arrive in the next city. 

He opens up Instagram and goes through his feed, he posts a picture he took of the crowd at the show the other day and then watches the likes flood in like crazy. 

Going back to his feed he goes through his friends’ posts, it’s just the usual, parties, vacations, hanging out, everyone seems to be living their life even though Harry often feels like time has stopped since he’s gotten on the road. 

He can feel himself growing sleepier and he is just about to put his phone down when he comes across a post that wakes him up.

Y/N is not one to post often, she is not like most girls he knows who want to share every and any moment of their life. Last time she uploaded something was probably weeks ago. This time she was snapped in her graduation gown, her hair flowing in the movement flawlessly and he recognizes her parents’ home in the background. It totally slipped Harry’s mind that in a life he left behind graduation was happening these days. 

He scrolls down to the caption and all it says is “Soon” and then a crown emoji. It’s enough for him to know she’s going to King’s College London, that’s what she always dreamed about and it seems like she hasn’t changed her mind.

Before he could think about it, he double taps on the picture liking it, completely oblivious to how fans can see his activity and they instantly start guessing about who the girl is whose graduation photo was liked by Harry Styles.

2014

The screaming intensifies wherever Harry goes on the stage, he is jumping and shaking his long hair to the music while his bandmates are singing ‘Steal My Girl’ and the girls are going crazy, the energies are insane, Harry loves performing, this is truly his element. 

He’s been on the road for what feels like forever and if you asked him what day it was, he would have no idea. It’s a miracle he knows which city he is currently in.

Walking to the side of the stage he stops for a moment right before the bridge that’s his part. He lifts his mic to his lips and starts singing when the music dies down right before his lines.

“She knows, she knows, that I never let her down before…”

His voice fills up the stadium, thousands are singing together with him and he runs his gaze over the sea of people in front of him. He sees so many faces, some are even familiar, Harry tends to remember fans he sees over and over again at their concerts, but most of them are new. The song carries on and the boys start singing along with him, Harry is about to move back to the middle of the stage, but then he sees her.

He sees Y/N.

Or so he thinks. It’s hard to tell, because it’s dark and she is so far away from the stage, it could be just someone who resembles her, but something in his gut tells him it’s her. 

He does a double take, losing the familiar face for a moment but then he finds her again and a shiver runs down his spine. He hasn’t seen her in years, life has been simply way too hectic to keep in touch, last time he met her was probably in 2012 when he went home for Christmas, they ran into each other in town and promised to talk soon because they were both kind of in a hurry, but they never followed up with it. Y/N went to college, Harry’s career was skyrocketing, it was impossible to stay as close as they were before X Factor and Harry always regretted not trying harder, because now he has no idea what’s happening in her life. 

Niall walks up to him and pats him on the back and Harry’s focus shifts to his friend for just a moment, but it’s enough to not find her again when he looks back at the audience. Did she duck down? Walk out when she realized he was looking? Or did he just entirely imagine seeing her and it was just a mirage? 

He can’t get her out of his head for the rest of the show and he finds himself looking for her over and over again, but he doesn’t see her again and his consciousness starts to convince him she wasn’t even there. 

It was just a cruel trick his own mind played on him. 

2019

Why does he feel like he is sending out an invitation to the Queen of England? Why is he so nervous to hit send on an email? This is nothing Earth shattering, nothing will happen if he sends it out and life will go on even if she never replies.

One Night Only is set to happen in a few weeks and Harry is now sending out his invitations to his friends and family, he wants everyone who matters to be there on such a big night. Making the list was no hard task, but then he thought of inviting Y/N as well even though they haven’t talked in so long.

The other night, Harry found himself stalking her Instagram which he is still following. She has been posting once or twice a month, tiny glimpses into her life that doesn’t include Harry anymore.

But he wants to change that.

“Fuck it,” he mumbles under his breath and then adds her to the list of people who will get the invitation and then he just hits send and it’s officially out there. 

Harry is not necessarily one to get overly obsessive about something, but the next few days he finds himself checking his inbox every hour, scrolling through the new emails, looking for one particular address to show up, but he has to come to the conclusion every time that Y/N hasn’t answered. 

Days go by, Harry’s enthusiasm fades and by the end of the week he is convinced she won’t be there and soon he doesn’t even have time to think about it. 

One Night Only arrives to London in december. The venue fills up with excited and devoted fans, but no one is more nervous about tonight than Harry. 

He is ready, his band is ready, everything is perfectly in place, but he knows he won’t feel fully calm until he is on stage, performing to the people who gave him this amazing life. 

It all goes as planned, Fine Line is finally officially out there (it has been for about a week if we are being exact) and Harry couldn’t be happier. Coming off the stage he is still high on adrenaline, taking all the congratulations the crew and guests are giving him relentlessly. His smile is so wide, it’s starting to hurt his face, but it’s a pain he could happily deal with for the rest of his life.

He hugs his mum and sister, all his old friends, they do a group hug with the band and he is sure he has greeted everyone by now, but then he spots one specific figure in the back of the room.

At first he thinks he is just imagining it. That his mind is playing the same trick on him it did a few years ago when he thought he saw Y/N at one of their concerts. Blinking a couple of times he is ready to watch her disappear like a ghost, but as the seconds go by he realizes that she is truly there.

Y/N is standing across the room with a nervous smile, looking all grown up and most importantly fucking beautiful. Even though Harry has seen plenty of pictures of her from recent times, it’s still a shock to have her stand in the same room as him. 

His body moves before his brain could process it. His feet start to carry him towards her and before he even realizes he is running and when he finally reaches her he wraps her in his arms, twirling her around, making both of them laugh.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, still hugging her even when he has put her down.

“I am, you invited me!” she chuckles and they finally lean back enough to look at each other. 

“I know, but… you never replied, I didn’t think you’d come and… You are actually here,” he repeats.

“Sorry I didn’t reply, I wasn’t sure until the very last minute if I would come,” she admits nervously.

Harry’s invitation was all she could think about since the morning she got the email. It was more than unexpected, for a moment she even thought it was just some kind of prank, but it came from Harry's old email address, so she had to believe that it was genuine. She hesitated until probably a few days ago when she woke up one day and just knew that she had to be here tonight. 

“It’s okay,” he smiles at her softly, taking in her every feature. The girl he knew is still there, but she changed a lot, she looks so much more mature and her features have definitely gotten a lot more feminine. 

She looks gorgeous. 

Suddenly it all comes down on him clashing, all the questions, the feelings, he wants to know everything, but he fears they don’t have enough time.

“How long are you staying?” he then asks.

“I took a couple of days off, I’m staying for three more days.”

He sighs in relief. 

“Come on,” he smiles, his hand taking hers. “I want to know everything.”

“Everything?” she chuckles, ignoring the tingles wherever his hand is touching hers.

“Harry, don’t assault the poor girl! She almost didn’t come!” Gemma chimes in. Harry stops, his eyes snapping back and forth between Y/N and his sister.

“Wait, you knew she would be coming?” he asks Gemma, who is sipping on some champagne with a knowing smile. She shrugs.

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t tell me?” he scoffs, hands on his hips. The sight makes Y/N laugh, because she can see his sixteen year-old self in the pose so vividly, it’s insane.

“You never asked,” Gemma says and walks away. Harry turns back to Y/N.

“She messaged me if I got your invitation,” she admits. 

“So you’re telling me, all I should have done is to send you a message and ask for confirmation?”

Y/N just chuckles, shrugging her shoulders innocently. Harry exhales as he shakes his head.

“Alright, now you truly have to tell me everything.”

2020

“Can you hear me?” Harry asks, as the FaceTime finally loads and Y/N’s pixelated face fills his phone’s screen. He leans back on his plush couch and he tries his best to ignore how fast his heart starts pounding in his chest when he hears her laugh.

“Yeah, I can hear you,” she answers and it seems like she just sat down somewhere too.

Struggling with the unstable connection they share how their day has been so far, though Harry has been up just for a few hours while Y/N’s is almost over. The time difference has been making it hard for them to keep in touch, but Harry has learned his lesson and he bends his schedule around these talks, because there’s no way he would waste even a moment he could spend talking to her.

ONO and the days that followed changed everything. It didn’t take long for Harry to realize that his boyish crush is still very much present and after seeing her it quickly evolved into something more mature. Seemingly, Y/N has been sharing these feelings, because it appears she enjoys spending time with Harry in any way possible just as much as he does. 

It took them quite some time to catch up and it feels like they still haven’t shared everything they missed in each other’s life in the past years, but they know they have all the time they need, even if the circumstances might not always be the best. They are both trying their best.

There’s a comfortable silence in their call where both of them are just staring at each other through the screen. The unsaid things have been hanging there between them, they know it’s more than just their old friendship rekindled, but saying the words out through a FaceTime call wouldn’t be right.

“I miss you,” Harry finds himself mumbling the words, kind of to himself, but she hears the words.

“I miss you too,” she replies, biting her lip as she adjusts the phone in her hands.

“Can I… Can I see you before I go on tour?”

“That’s like… in three weeks,” she chuckles.

“I know. But I want to see you.”

“I don’t know, I have a regular, mundane job, I’m not an international rockstar who can just travel whenever it’s convenient,” she reminds him jokingly.

“Okay, then let me visit you.”

“You’re way too busy to come here.”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

She gasps at his words, the pink clouds so thick around her mind it’s almost sickening. If only she could reach out and through the screen…

“Let’s talk about it tomorrow and if you still think the same, we can… figure something out,” she smiles shyly. Harry knows he’ll feel the same tomorrow and the day after and forever. So he just smiles and nods.

They chat some more until Harry has to leave. Unwillingly, but they end the call and return to their separate lives.

Y/N stays on her couch, her phone still in her hands and Harry on her mind. Her TV is on, but it’s been muted, the screen is the only thing illuminating her in the dark room. With a tired sigh she reaches for the remote and turns the volume back on.

The news are on. She stands from the couch and starts cleaning up, not even listening to what they are talking about on the screen.

“... therefore COVID-19 has been officially declared a pandemic. WHO warns everyone to wear a mask in all public places, countries with a high number of cases are urgently discussing what other safety measures should…”

Y/N is questioning her sanity. She has been for the past week that was spent packing her suitcase, she took three covid tests in the last two days and now she is about to board a private jet at an airport that’s scarily empty. The last part shouldn’t be surprising, the whole world is under lockdown because of the pandemic, Y/N has spent her last month isolated in her apartment, right until one day Harry begged her to fly over to him.

“Y/N, please. I will settle everything, I’ll send a private jet for you, pay for it all, just please… please come here and be with me!”

There’s probably nothing she can deny from him. So here she is, escorted onto a private jet by an airport worker, they are both wearing their masks, just like everyone she has seen in the past week preparing for her travel.

Just as she settles in her seat on the jet, her phone buzzes from a text.

HARRY: Everything alright? Are you boarding already?

With a smile hidden under her mask she types her reply.

Y/N: On the plane, we’re taking off in 10.

HARRY: I can’t wait to see you.

Last time she traveled overseas was for a vacation years ago. She flew commercial then and it felt like hell, wedged between an obnoxious little boy and a middle aged woman who complained about everything. Now it’s just her and literally one single stewardess who is there to serve her. It’s a whole different experience for sure. 

Luckily, the journey feels a lot shorter when she’s comfortable, she can get up anytime and eat excellent food instead of some weird frozen meal on a plastic plate. By the time the jet touches down she feels rested and most importantly excited to see Harry again. It feels like forever when they had to say goodbye in december and in all honesty, it took them way longer to reunite, but it’s all because of the pandemic. It’s late april now, they were planning to meet about a month ago originally at the end of march before his tour was set to kick off. By now he was supposed to be on the road through Europe, but instead, he has been under lockdown just like the rest of the world.

She walks through LAX as if it was zombie land, it’s so eerily empty she is expecting zombies to round the corner any minute, but it never happens. She reaches the car waiting for her, the driver loads her begs to the trunk and then they are off to Harry’s place. 

It’s her first time at Harry’s LA home, and naturally it still baffles her to see where he’s gotten from his old life in Holmes Chapel, one that included her.

But his life includes her now as well, she reminds herself just as the car rolls up the long driveway. Getting out of the car she is about to grab her suitcases from the back of the car when the front door flies open and Harry sprints out. Literally.

He is running towards her with such speed, she almost gets knocked over when he finally reaches her and locks her in his arms, twirling around in the air.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, making her laugh.

“Were you not expecting me?” she teases him when he finally puts her down, but his arms remain around her.

“It’s just… I’m so happy to see you,” he smiles widely, taking her in. She hasn’t changed much since December, maybe her hair has gotten a little longer, but she looks the same.

However their feelings are nowhere near the same.

He thanks the driver and then grabs all her bags, urging her to come inside. Y/N wanders further into his home exploring it right away, already migrating towards the pool outside. Harry sets her luggage down in the hallway and walks after her, watching her stop by the sliding doors, admiring the enormous backyard. She turns around and catches him staring.

“What?” she asks, nervously laughing.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

2021

He’s nervous. There’s no use in denying, anyone could see it. But no one can blame him, it’s been so long since he last stood on a stage, he’s afraid he lost his groove, though the people who know him beg to differ. 

Washing his teeth in his fluffy robe he is eyeing his outfit for tonight that’s hanging in the corner. He knows his fans will love it, the color pink alone would make them go feral, but the sparkly vest with no top underneath will be surely like they won the jackpot. 

He spits and rinses his mouth just when there’s a soft knock on the door and just by the rhythm of it he knows who it is.

“Come in!” he calls out, wiping his mouth with a towel just when Y/N pokes her head inside, her body following a second later. 

“Hey,” she smiles shyly, taking him in for a second as he moves around the room.

“Told you, you don’t have to knock when you come in,” he chuckles.

“But, what if you’re… naked or something?”

He stops and stares back at her, giving her an ‘Are you kidding me?’ look that gets her all flustered in an instant so he decides to take it even further.

“Nothing you haven’t seen, baby. In fact, you can see it right now if you wanted to.” He starts untying his robe, but she stops him laughing and taking the opportunity of having her so close now he wraps her in his arms and kisses her.

It never gets old. The feeling he gets whenever he gets to kiss her, whether it’s a good morning kiss right after he wakes up, or a tired kiss at the end of the day, a needy kiss when he just wants her more than anything or a make-up kiss after a fight, which doesn’t happen often. He can count it on one hand how many times they got into an argument since they’ve become an item in April 2020, when Y/N spent most of the lockdown with Harry. Originally, she planned to stay only for a couple of weeks, but she didn’t return home until the start of June and she was back by July.

Now it’s September 2021, so it’s been almost one and a half years since then and they are still just as in love as they were during lockdown.

“You’re nervous,” she mumbles against his lips and it’s not a question. She knows him, all of his looks, his movements, she knows what he thinks about most of the time if not always, she can read him like a book.

Harry hums and just goes in for another kiss.

“You’ll be amazing, don’t worry,” she smiles at him, patting his chest as she pulls back. “And even if you make a mistake, the pink sparkles will distract everyone,” she jokes, nodding towards his outfit.

“You’ll be out there?”

“Of course. I’ll be the one screaming the loudest.”

“As loud as last night?” The cheeky grin that stretches across his face is proof that he is not that nervous if he can make dirty jokes.

“Shut up or I’m going home,” she laughs, poking a finger into his chest teasingly. He grabs her finger and pulls her back for another kiss.

“Nope, you’re stuck here. With me,” he smirks, lips coming over hers again.

2023

The bittersweet feeling has been lingering around the crew not just all day, but probably for a week now. Everyone knew that the end was coming and now that the final show is officially here, the emotions are overflowing. Everything they are doing, they are doing it for the last time on Love On Tour. It’s the last stage, the last sound check, last time Wet Leg takes the stage before Harry and it’s the last time Y/N is sitting in his dressing room, watching him put on his outfit of the night.

She can sense that he is different than he usually is before a show, he seems antsy and his eyebrows have been furrowed probably since lunch. Y/N watches him pace the floor back and forth in his sparkly outfit, nervously fixing the wire behind his neck even though it’s exactly in the same spot it usually is.

“Do you want me to help?” she asks and Harry stops in his tracks, as if he just realized what he’s been doing. His hands fall by his side as he exhales sharply.

“Sorry, just… fidgeting.”

Y/N stands from the couch and walking over she absentmindedly fixes his fringed vest, planting her palms onto his chest gently.

“It’s okay to be sad, H,” she reminds him. Harry tends to hide his big, sad feelings, because he feels like it would bother others. He is always so considerate about dealing with everyone else’s feelings, but this time his emotions should be in focus as well.

“I don’t want to be sad, that’s the thing. It was a great experience, sadness should not be a thing when I think of Love On Tour.”

“But that’s why it’s okay to be sad. Because this amazing experience is ending and it’s natural that you’re mourning it. It lasted, what? Like almost two years? And if we count in the planning, this tour has been part of your life since 2019. That was four years ago, no one expects you to just let go of it laughing.”

Harry nods, his arms snaking around her waist as he pulls her into his embrace, needing to feel her close in this overwhelming moment. She’s been his anchor, the person he could turn to no matter what during this insanely long tour, he’s convinced he couldn’t have done it all without her. 

Not even Harry can slow time down, so the moment to step onto the stage for the last time in this tour finally comes. Y/N stands with his family and friends at the side, holding Anne’s hands whenever an emotional song is played by him. He puts one thousand percent into it, just like every time on this tour and Y/N’s chest swells with pride when she realizes that it’s one hundred thousand people screaming at her lover.

Or fiancé, to be exact. 

When Harry sings Falling, to his fans’ surprise, she notices him looking for her in the crowd. The song is melancholic and it was written about a time he felt at his lowest, but to look in his eyes tells it all to Y/N.

He is not there anymore, because he has her. 

She’s twisting her diamond ring around her finger as tears dwell in her eyes while she sings along to the song, hoping that her expression tells him too, that she is happy to be the person who brought light into his life, because he did the same to her.

Then the time comes for Harry’s thank you speech and no eye is left dry after his words. Y/N has to swallow back her sobs when he turns to her and addresses his words straight to her.

“My love, thank you for everything, you were such a big part of this journey and I hope that our journey will continue forever.”

The fans are screaming, phones are pointed at her, recording her reaction as she just nods eagerly, one hand covering her wobbling lips. 

For his final piano piece Y/N moves backstage to watch him from there and be there when he walks off the stage for the very last time in the history of Love On Tour. She is standing there with the proudest and most emotional expression on her face when Harry jumps down the steps and he smashes into her arms right away, burying his face into the crook of her neck. She can feel his tears against her skin and she gently keeps combing her hand through his hair, giving him as much time to recover as he needs. 

When he finally lifts his head his eyes are glassy, but there’s a smile on his lips.

“You did amazing,” Y/N tells him, gently wiping his cheeks with her hands.

“And you did too,” he says and his words make her laugh.

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You did the absolute most, Y/N. You gave me your love and support and I couldn’t have done it without those.”

Her heart melts as she pushes up to her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“You’ll forever have those. You’ll forever have me.”

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baby, I'm home || lando norris 4

type: one shot pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2k summary: bringing your newborn home for the first time requested: yes! ''Hi please can I request something with lando like where you're welcoming your baby home for the first time. Thank you in advance :)'' (by anon) Requests are OPEN warnings: flashbacks, pregnancy notes: This was so cute! I hope you'll like it, I'm not too sure how I feel about it, I wanted to make it even cuter and fluffier but it wasn't there. For sure I'll write more fics like these if people want to!

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Nine months, nine months of blood, sweat and tears you poured into living your life, a life that had turned upside down exactly nine months ago. But in a good way, yes, a really good way. You couldn’t be happier the moment you took the test, and it turned out to be positive, and your boyfriend, he was beyond excited when he read the results, he was going to be a father, a role model for your little munchkin.

Right now, nine months after you found out you were pregnant, you opened the door of your house, the one you and Lando bought a few years ago, together. On your right arm was the black maxi-cosi, the one that held your newborn in it. It was your first baby, your first child and he was absolutely beautiful, his cute button nose, big eyes and most adorable giggle that would melt your heart in just a second.

Lando put the key in the key-hole, pushing the big white door open slowly, stepping to the side so you could enter the house first. He watched you, his heart beating faster at the sight of you with your son, it was a dream come true.

‘’Welcome home Jaiden.’’ You whispered once you stepped over the threshold, looking at your nicely decorated hallway, before looking back down at your son. Lando closed the door behind the two of you, carefully, not wanting to wake your son up, and then stepped closer to you. He gently took a hold of the maxi-cosi, so you could take off your coat and put it on the hangar.

You then did the same for him, so he could take off his coat and join you and Jaiden on your way to the living room. You carefully placed the maxi-cosi on the table in front of you, so he was facing you and Lando as you seated down on the couch.

‘’He’s so beautiful.’’ Lando whispered, an arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at your son, a smile on Lando’s face, as well as a tear in his eye. ‘’He is.’’ You replied, a soft sigh escaping your lips, a smile on your face as you watched your baby open his eyes, he was awake, and so far, not a crier, which both you and Lando could only appreciate.

‘’Hey buddy.’’ Lando whispered, wiping his tear from his cheek and reaching forward, unclipping the belts that kept Jaiden in his seat, and lifted him up. He was small, which made sense, since he was born almost a day ago.

You watched as Lando placed your son in his arms, close to his chest, his right arm supporting his delicate head, his left arm under his lower body. He looked down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Jaiden’s head, making him yawn and stretch his arms just above his head, before closing his eyes and snuggling close to his father.

You still remember the day you told Lando, you were nervous, because you had been trying for a few months now, without any luck. You were at the Hilton hotel, over in Barcelona, for one of his races. It was Sunday evening, Lando scored an amazing P3, earning yet another trophy to add to his collection.

You had been feeling nauseous this entire weekend, but being naïve, you thought it was the tension, because this was one of the few races you’d go to, supporting your boyfriend, who had been doing incredible this entire season. You didn’t think too much of it, so you decided to not look into it, which was, in hindsight, very, very naïve.

You and Lando had been together for quite some years now, having met through one of his friends, back when Lando was still in formula 2. His friend was determined to set the two of you up together, and he succeeded, maybe even sooner than intended, because it was love at first sight. The way you two connected, on multiple aspects, came like a blessing, because you not only gained one of the most sweet, caring and loving boyfriends, but you also gained a best friend.

It was just a few weeks after Barcelona where you felt different, perhaps even more emotional, and the nausea didn’t end. You had been in contact with Isa, Carlos’ girlfriend, and she suggested you should take a test. The outcome? Positive, obviously. You were beyond happy, and along with Isa you were planning on how to tell Lando, because you wanted it to be special, since he was the one that made you feel special almost every day.

You had everything planned, along with Isa as your sidekick, who informed Carlos, not with the details, but with the bigger picture, telling him you had a surprise for your boyfriend, and that he had to distract him for the day. Luckily, Carlos accepted, which was probably due to the pressure Isa put on him.

‘’Goodluck, darling.’’ Isa kissed your cheek, resting her hand on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring smile as she walked away after, letting you alone for a few minutes before Lando would come over. You were nervous, because this was something you wanted to do, for months, telling him your were pregnant, that you were growing your baby inside of you.

Keys, you heard the keys rumbling in the door and you leaned against the table, the present behind you. You bought a small romper, a white one, with orange letters that said ‘Hi daddy’ written on it. Along with it, you put the test you took earlier this morning. You took another test this morning, because you couldn’t believe it, the fact you were actually pregnant was something that still had to sink in, so you probably did way too many tests, but all of them were positive, thankfully.

‘’Sunshine, I’m home!’’ You heard his voice, which instantly put a smile on your already happy face, your fingers fumbling around behind your back, playing with the bow of the nicely wrapped present. ‘’Hey, how was golf?’’ You asked, not moving away from your position. And that, was something odd.

‘’Great, I even got a hole in one.’’ He laughed, stepping closer to you. ‘’What’s wrong? You seem, nervous.’’ He frowned, placing his hands on your waist, stepping closer to you and pressing his lips on your forehead, leaving them there for a couple of seconds.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You whispered, watching his eyes as he pulled away from your forehead, a concerned look on his face. ‘’Don’t worry, you’ll love it.’’ You whispered, cupping his face with your hands before pressing your lips on his. You pulled away, reached behind your back and handed him the box, orange wrapping paper, and a white bow.

The look on his face, the confusion on his face, grew even more. ‘’It’s not my birthday, right?’’ He frowned, looking at the box which was now in his hands, before looking back at you. ‘’Right?’’ He asked, not even being sure of that right now.

‘’No, silly, open it.’’ You smiled, biting your lip as you nervously played with your fingers, looking at him as he pulled the bow, opening the box. He grabbed the white romper, reading the text and he looked at you.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He said, his eyes watering immediately. ‘’Shut up, is this real? This isn’t a joke, right?’’ He shook his head, reading the text on the small romper over and over again. You giggled, feeling the tears in your eyes as well as you reached in the box, grabbing the test you packed alongside it.

‘’It’s real, Lando, I’m pregnant.’’ You whispered, laughing slightly as you wiped his tears, he doing the same for you. He shook his head and put the box on the table, wrapping his arms around you as he spun you around, attacking your face with kisses, before placing you back on your feet. Then, he did something that absolutely shocked you. He kneeled down, lifted up your shirt before placing a kiss on your lower abdomen.

‘’Hi baby, it’s me, your daddy.’’ He whispered, rubbing your stomach. ‘’I’m Lando, your father, and I promise you, me and mommy will love you, so so much.’’

-

You were still sitting on the couch, a sigh escaping your lips as you watched your boyfriend hugging your son, his tiny hand wrapped around Lando’s finger, a giggle escaping his lips.

‘’I’m going to make myself a tea, would you like one as well?’’ You asked Lando, kissing his cheek as he nodded. You got up, walking over to the kitchen to get yourself a nice lemon tea, grabbing your two Mr. and Mrs. mugs and pouring the tea inside of it.

You then walked back, tears filling your eyes as you saw the scene in front of you. Lando holding Jaiden in his arms, talking to him, excitedly, happily.

‘’I’m your daddy Jaiden, and I love you so much. Let me tell you a story. I know the stories are mostly for bedtimes, but this time, you’re lucky and you’ll have an extra story. I want to tell you the story about how me and your mommy met, because it’s an amazing story.’’ He started, smiling.

‘’Lando, come on man! It will be fun, don’t be such a moodkiller!’’ Max, Lando’s friend, was trying to convince his friend to join this party Ria was throwing. ‘’It will be the best party every, okay? Believe me.’’ They were 16, and party to them usually meant game night, at least, for Lando, because he still had to focus on his career in Formula Two.

‘’Okay, okay, but I won’t drink, I need to focus tomorrow.’’

‘’Right, right, because you want to go to Formula One, I get it, I get it, at least be my wingman then.’’ Max chuckled, happy because he convinced his best friend. ‘’y/n will be there too.’’ He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Later that night, you were already at Ria’s place, being 16 yourself as well. It was your party, actually, a party Ria threw for you, because your parents didn’t want to give a big party. ‘’Lando’s coming too, you know.’’ Ria smirked at you, making you roll your eyes.

‘’Of course you invited him.’’ You laughed, shaking your head as you sipped your diet coke. ‘’Oh come on, you like him, he’s adorable.’’ She smirked, making you throw your hands in the air. ‘’I have never even met the guy, I only know him from your stories.’’ ‘’Well, that’s about the change, here they are.’’

You turned around, your hair blowing in the wind, a blush on your face as you made direct eye contact with the Brit. Yes, he was adorable, cute, handsome.

‘’And that, is when I knew love at first sight was a thing.’’ He smiled, holding your son close to him. ‘’I loved you the moment I saw you too, Jaiden, in mommy’s tummy.’’ He whispered and kissed his tiny forehead.

‘’Here, love.’’ You sat down next to him, the tea on the table in front of you as you laughed, watching Lando blush. He knew you heard it, making him blush, which was only even more adorable.

-

Later that night, you had already gone to bed, being exhausted from both your first day as a new mother, but also because of the childbirth. In the middle of the night, when Jaiden started to cry, you woke up, tired, and so did Lando. You wanted to get up, to take care of your baby boy, but Lando held you back.

‘’I’ve got this, love, go back to sleep, don’t worry.’’ He whispered, walking to the bed Jaiden was lying in, in your room, and he picked him up, swaying him side to side, rocking him before he calmed down and fell back asleep. Lando smiled, looking up as he noticed you had fallen asleep as well.

‘’Let me tell you another story, Jaiden.’’ Lando whispered, almost inaudible. ‘’But this one is in the future, and it involves a ring and a pretty dress for your mommy…’’

2020 / 2024

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