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May or my not have cried after I watched the new Highs and lows video where Lance said there have been moments where he wanted to quit because he did not think he was good enough.
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"Babe, please, we can talk about it, I wont judge you, we have all done this at some point" George said as he knocked on the bathroom door, Lance had spun out and hit the wall in pracice, it had been a very silly mistake, he had just gotten into a corner to fast, missed the braking point and gotten himself beached in the gravel trap. Seasion over and still 35 minutes left on the clock.
"I'm fine George, just go and prepare for sprint quali, I'm fine"
"You are not fine, I know you, you dont act like this when you are fine"
"Just leave please, I dont want to talk about it"
"I promise, people will forget this happened, we all do silly mistakes at times"
"Ohh please, the internet hates me, I just put gasoline on a never ending fire, just wait, it will be all over the internet and I cant do anything about it, the same fucking thing over and over again and again and again."
"Lance, please come out of the bathroom, can we please talk face to face, there is no need to be talking through a closed door"
"I dont want to"
"I promise no one is thinking about this"
"THEY FUCKING ARE, the internet is FUCKING roasting me alive right now, I dont deserve my seat, I'm a window licker, what ever that means, I cant do anything right, people wish me death George, some people really hate me that much that they want me to die, nothing I do will ever change that, If I do good people are still roasting me everywhere, I dont know how much more off this I can take, I dont know if my mental health can take more of this, I'm just so tired off everything."
"Lance, babe, please, come out"
"Please, I just need to be alone and think"
"No, you will just get inside your own head and spiral, please Lance, you are not alone, I'm here with you"
"Just leave, you will be late"
"You are going to be late too, I dont want to leave here with you this upset, please come and let me give you a hug"
Lance took a deep breath, he knew George was right, he needed the comfort of his boyfriend, he also did not want George to be distracted when in the car so he swallowed up his feelings and unlocked thr bathroom door, stepping outside and fell into the warm embrace of George Russell.
"I love you, never ever forget that" George whispered in his ear as he held on to him.
"Thank you"
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Sprint quali was another disaster, Lance had been clipped by Norris and had gone strait into a wall, he was not injured but he was quite sore and bruised. Nether one had made it past Q1, and no surprise, people were already blaming him for it, even if he had been the one that had been clipped, he was now the reason that Norris would probably not win the WDC, or atleast that was it according to the internet.
This time however Lance had gone to medical as the Gforce detector had signaled for a medical car right away. He had to stay there for almost 30 minutes while they cheacked him out, it was not to bad, he just watched the broadcast, Crofty and Brundle shittalking him was nothing new or unexpected, they were moarning the loss of the championship for Lando. Atleast he saw George getting a front row start for the sprint, so that was something that he could celabrate. He was truly happy for George.
He was allowed back to the garage soon after quali had ended. The team still needed to debreif and make up a stragety for the sprint, Lance keept quiet, when asked he just said he was a bit sore but fine. The team did not question it.
He laid in bed, still in his Aston Martin polo and shorts, cap on when George entered the room.
"Hey"
"Hey mr P2, comgrats by the way" Lance smiled, but that smile did not reach his eyes, George noticed that right away
"You OK, what did medical say?"
"Fine"
"You sure? You look tired"
"Crashing out twice in a day will do that to you"
"This one was not on you"
"Try telling that to the media, according to then I singlehandedly ruined Landos title bid"
"What?"
"Welcome to the internet, where Lance Stroll gets hate for just breathing wrong"
"OK stop what are you on about"
"I'm just so sick off everything, the media, the non stop interviews that are all the fucking same, If I say the car was bad I'm an ungreatful brat, if I say nothing then I dont want to be there and I'm wasting a seat for someone better"
"Lance"
"I'm just so tired off everything, I just want a brake, I dont know how long I can do this, I'm not sure if I want to do this, maybe I should just go to WEC or something, there people might leave me the fuck alone and will stop telling me I'm shit and useless with no talent" Lance says as George hugs him, feeling Lance slowly calm down.
"Dont do this to yourself, beating yourself down helps nothing"
"I wish I could stop, but I just cant" Lance said as he nudged closer to George, closing his eyes and letting out a huge sigh.
"You are stronger than you think, screw these people, they dont know you, they dont know who you really are"
"Sometimes I wonder who I really am"
"You are Lance Stroll, and you are kind, you are smart, you are brave, you are incredably good looking" George said and smiled
"Shut up"
"You are amazing in bed"
"Shut the fuck up, you dork" Lance laughed, George always managed to make him smile, even when he was sad and self dought managed to creep in, George was there to make him smile.
"I love you" Lance smiled as he looked up and imto George's beautiful blue eyes
"I love you too, tomorrow is a new day and you can show what you are made off"
"Put this day behind us and move forward"
"Excactly" George smiled as he gave Lance a kiss. "Tomorrow will be better"
"Says the guy starting P2" Lance smiled
"You never know what can happen fron P19" Lance just smiled and shook his head, the sptint was most likely ruined, but tomorrow could still be a good day.