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Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Feeling hurt and betrayed, Amelie struggles with the emotions that resurface, realizing how much their past still affects her. In a moment of impulse, she decides to block Lando on social media, attempting to sever the last ties to their complicated history.

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January 4th, 2022 - Riviera Maya, Mexico

liked by luisinhaoliveira99, carlossainz55, and others

landonorris: My sunshine 🌞

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carlossainz55: Ah, young love. So cute. 🤠 → landonorris: @carlossainz55 gracias, viejo. 😂

maxfewtrell: oh we’re HARD hard launching huh 👀 → landonorris: @maxfewtrell go big or go home, mate 🤷‍♂️

mclarenfan99: Hard launching like you weren’t just “keeping things private” a month ago?? 😂 → f1tea: @mclarenfan99 Lando moves faster than Red Bull’s pit stops. 💀

landomegafan: I fear this won’t age well. 😬

chilisgirl55: MY MAN IS GONE. THE GRIEF IS REAL. 😭 → fastlanefan: @chilisgirl55 We lost him, ladies. It’s over. 💔

landoobsessed: I mean… happy for you or whatever. 🙂

danielricciardo: Can I still call you sunshine or is that off-limits now? 🤔 → landonorris: @danielricciardo you’ll always be my sunshine, Danny. 🌞🥹

f1tea: i just know somewhere out there, an Amelie fan just threw their phone across the room 💀 → f1gossip: @f1tea multiple phones have been sacrificed today

mclarenfan99: "My sunshine" oh he’s in deep

papayafan4: i mean... happy for him but lowkey feels weird idk 😬 → fastlanefan: @papayafan4 nah fr it’s like we time-traveled to an alternate reality 😭

f1_memes: wonder who’s NOT double-tapping this one 😬 → hotlapqueen: @f1_memes WHOEVER COULD IT BE?? 🤔💀

charles_leclerc: cute. 😊 → landonorris: @charles_leclerc thanks, mate 😁

notoverit: idc what anyone says, he will never have chemistry like he had with Amelie again → girlmath: @notoverit the way they’re not friends anymore makes this hurt more 😭

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Amelie lay sprawled out on one of the luxurious lounge chairs by the pool, basking in the midday sun. The warmth of the Mexican coast was a welcome change from the gray skies of London, where she had spent months rehearsing Wicked before taking a break to come home for the holidays.

—Why can't we just be on a permanent vacation?— she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes and letting the moment wash over her.

But soon, her phone buzzed on the table next to her. Not once, but twice. Three times. She squinted, peeking through the sunglasses resting on her nose, and saw that she was being tagged repeatedly.

Rolling her eyes, Amelie picked up the phone, fully expecting one of her friends to have posted something ridiculous on Instagram or for it to be one of her brothers sending memes. But as she swiped through her notifications, her heart dropped into her stomach.

Lando Norris.

She didn’t even have to open the post fully to know what was happening. Her finger hovered over the notification for a moment, and then she clicked it.

Lando.

The photo that appeared was one that made her chest tighten in an instant: it was a picture of Lando and his new girlfriend—none other than Luisinha Oliveira—standing together in what could only be described as a "hard launch" to their relationship. It was a clean, crisp shot that screamed intimacy—Lando’s arm around her, their faces close, an undeniable chemistry that Amelie recognized all too well.

It was exactly what she had feared. They had gone public.

A harsh laugh escaped her lips as she stared at the photo. She felt something sickly churning in her stomach, like she’d swallowed a rock. She hadn’t heard from Lando in over seven months, hadn’t seen him since their last bitter interaction. And now here he was, moving on, with someone else.

Amelie’s fingers trembled as she scrolled down through the comments, each one filled with praise, support, and excitement from his fans, who had clearly been waiting for this moment. "Finally! They're official!" one comment read. "Lando and Luisinha are goals!" another added. It felt like the whole world was cheering for them.

But Amelie wasn’t part of that world anymore. Not after everything that had happened.

She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to calm herself. Her thoughts spun in all directions, and her emotions ran wild. Anger, sadness, disbelief. She tried to remember the last time she had seen him, the sting of their last words still fresh in her mind, the silence that followed when he had started talking to someone else. She had been so focused on her own career, her own healing—but seeing this, seeing him so happily posted with her, made the distance between them feel painfully real. The gap between who they were, and who they’d become.

Amelie stared at the picture for a few seconds longer, her finger hovering over the screen, unsure if she wanted to keep looking or throw her phone into the pool.

Why does it hurt so much? she wondered. She hadn’t even considered what would happen if Lando ever moved on, and now it was right there in front of her. The fact that he had done it so easily, so publicly, it was a slap in the face. It felt like she wasn’t even a part of his world anymore—like their shared past meant nothing.

She forced herself to look away from the screen, swallowing the tightness in her throat. This is stupid. You’re stupid. The words came like a rush of bitter thoughts—her own inner voice mocking her. She thought she had been over it. Thought she had come to terms with their fallout. But there it was. His smile. His arm around her. Her, not her.

Amelie sat up, her eyes glued to the photo once again. The comment section filled up with the same messages. “I knew they were meant to be!” “Lando found someone who truly gets him!” It was all so perfect.

Perfect for him, not me. She scoffed, letting out a dry laugh that didn’t feel like her own. The envy burned. And it wasn’t just because he was in a relationship—it was because he was happy with someone else. And that someone else wasn’t her.

Amelie took a long, shaky breath and felt the sting of rejection all over again. It was like she was back in that moment when Lando had started pulling away, when she was too busy, when he decided to talk to Luisinha instead. She hated herself for not noticing the signs sooner. Hated herself for thinking that it would work out, that they could pick up where they left off, even when it had been so messy.

But now, seeing him here, so openly with someone else, it made her realize that he had been waiting for this. He’d been waiting to find someone who fit his image of happiness, who could be the opposite of whatever they had. He was holding out for someone who didn’t feel like home, like she had.

You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.

He wanted someone who was nothing like her, someone who wouldn’t remind him of the complications. Someone who wasn’t Amelie.

Amelie dropped her phone onto the lounger beside her, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the heat of the sun on her skin, but it felt distant, almost suffocating now. A wave of nausea hit her, as if the air itself was suddenly too thick to breathe. Her mind raced with a hundred conflicting thoughts, but one thing was crystal clear: she couldn’t just let this slide. Not this time. Not after everything.

Her phone buzzed again, pulling her from her spiraling thoughts. Another notification. Another mention. Another reminder that the world was watching him and not her.

She wasn’t sure what triggered it—whether it was the way his arm was so possessively wrapped around Luisinha, the gleam in his eyes as they stared at each other, or the overwhelming flood of emotions that came with it. All of it felt like a slap, a reminder of their messy history, the broken pieces of what they used to be.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected it. She had prepared herself, sort of. After all, Lando had moved on from their casual situationship months ago, found someone else, and she had gone on with her life. She had dated other people, had buried herself in her career, and for the most part, it had worked.

But this? Seeing it like this, so out in the open, so clean and neat, hurt more than she cared to admit.

—Fuck this.—

She reached for her phone again, her fingers suddenly steady as she unlocked it. She didn’t even think twice. She tapped into his Instagram. The account was full of posts from his racing life, photos of the McLaren garage, his fans, his travels. Everything about it screamed success.

But today, there was a new post. A post that was now all over her feed.

She stared at the photo once again, the face of the girl who was now his. His.

Her stomach churned, and without any hesitation, Amelie hit the three dots in the top right corner of the post, then scrolled to "Block." A rush of anger surged through her, and her thumb pressed down firmly on the option. It wasn’t a calculated decision—it was impulsive. A reflex. She didn’t want to be reminded of this. Of them. Of what they had been.

She blocked him from her main account. Blocked him from his photography account too. That account had been a quiet thing for them, something they had joked about, something personal—before all of this.

As the confirmation appeared on her screen, Amelie felt her chest tighten. It felt like an odd mixture of relief and guilt, as if the decision was both a form of self-preservation and a declaration of something darker. The past was gone. She was cutting it off completely. She didn’t want to look back anymore. Not at him. Not at them.

A few minutes passed in silence, and she simply stared at her phone, feeling the weight of the action settle in. But the hurt was still there. A lingering ache that wouldn’t go away just because she blocked him from her Instagram.

Amelie stood up and walked over to the edge of the pool, staring down at the deep blue water. It looked peaceful, undisturbed, just like how she wished she could feel.

But no amount of blocking, no distance, could block out the memories of what they had shared. What they used to be.

—You’re doing the right thing.— Her inner voice tried to reassure her. But it felt hollow. Because in the end, it wasn’t about being right. It was about feeling something, anything, that could break the grip the past had on her.

Behind her, she heard someone calling her name. Her mom. Victoria, always so serene, always so poised, calling her to come inside.

—Amelie, dinner’s ready, cariño. Come on, don’t sit there alone.—

Amelie took a deep breath. She wasn’t alone. She had her family. They had always been her anchor, and right now, it was all she had.

With one last glance at the pool, she turned and walked toward the villa. The weight of the decision still clung to her, but for the first time in what felt like a long time, she was doing what she needed to do. She was moving on. She was choosing herself. And maybe that’s what it took to finally start letting go.

Lando had his life. He had found his happiness, his new world.

And Amelie? She was figuring out how to rebuild hers. Without him.

For the first time in a long time, Amelie felt something shift. Not a big change, not a life-altering decision—but something small, something real.

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