impossible (l.n) - pt. 4
author’s note: hi guys, i’m really happy you’re enjoying the story <3 this chapter is a smaller one, but bare with me :) love u
(Y/N) had barely gotten any sleep after the argument with Lando. Even though he had called and asked to talk, there was nothing left to say—not right now, at least. She had a flight to catch, a tour to finish, and she refused to let all of this mess with her head before one of the biggest shows of her career.
So she did what she always did: she pushed it aside, got on the plane, and prepared for her final concert of the tour.
The energy in the venue was electric, the crowd louder than ever, and for a few hours, she let herself get lost in the music. But the moment she stepped off stage, sweaty and exhausted, reality crashed down on her again.
She spotted him the second she walked backstage, standing beside Magui. Max was with them too, his arms crossed like he was just waiting for things to go south.
Lando took a step forward, his expression hesitant. “Hey.”
She forced a small smile, even though her stomach twisted. “Hey.”
“I just—I wanted to apologize,” Lando said, rubbing the back of his neck. “For everything. I overreacted, and I wasn’t fair to you. You were just… confused. And maybe a little drunk. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.”
(Y/N) stiffened slightly at his words, but she didn’t let it show. Of course, this was how he was going to play it. It wasn’t that she might have been right—just that she was confused, intoxicated, seeing things that weren’t there.
She could feel Max’s eyes on her, watching closely, but she ignored him. Instead, she nodded, forcing a lighter tone into her voice. “Yeah. Maybe I was.”
Lando seemed relieved, giving her a small smile. Magui, standing beside him, looked just as satisfied.
“Good,” Magui said sweetly. “I’m glad we’re all good now.”
(Y/N) didn’t trust herself to respond, so she just smiled. She wasn’t stupid—she knew what had just happened. Lando wanted to smooth things over, wanted to believe that she hadn’t actually seen anything, and because she still wanted to be his friend, she let him believe it.
But deep down, something still didn’t sit right.
She excused herself soon after, saying she needed to change and cool down from the show. But as she made her way down the hall toward her dressing room, she heard footsteps behind her.
Turning around, she found Magui standing there, her arms crossed over her chest.
“You and I need to talk,” Magui said, her voice low.
(Y/N) exhaled slowly, already exhausted. “Magui, I really don’t—”
“I’m only going to say this once,” Magui cut her off, stepping closer. “Stay away from Lando.”
(Y/N) blinked, caught off guard by the sudden change in demeanor. “Excuse me?”
Magui’s expression hardened. “You heard me. I don’t know what your little stunt was, but it stops now. Lando and I are happy. I don’t need you getting in his head, making him doubt things. He trusts me. And I’m not going to let you ruin that.”
(Y/N) clenched her jaw, her heart hammering. “I wasn’t trying to ruin anything.”
Magui tilted her head, smiling slightly. “Then prove it. Stay out of our relationship. Stay away from him.”
(Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, another voice cut through the tense silence.
“That’s interesting,” Max said, stepping out from the shadow of the hallway. “Because it sounds to me like you’re afraid of something, Magui.”
Magui’s face paled slightly as she turned toward him. “Max.”
Max gave her a pointed look, his arms crossed. “You really thought no one would hear you? That no one would notice?”
(Y/N) glanced at Max, confused but relieved that he was there. He had heard everything.
Magui straightened her shoulders, regaining some of her composure. “This isn’t any of your business, Max.”
Max let out a short, humorless laugh. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. Because when you start threatening one of my friends? That makes it my business.”
Magui’s jaw tightened, but she said nothing. After a moment, she huffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Whatever. Just stay out of it.”
She turned on her heel and walked away, leaving (Y/N) standing there, still processing everything.
Max sighed, shaking his head. “And Lando thinks you were the one confused.”
(Y/N) let out a shaky breath, looking up at him. “What do I do?”
Max gave her a reassuring look. “We’ll figure it out. But one thing’s for sure—you were never the problem here.”
He didn’t waste any time. As soon as Magui walked away, he turned to (Y/N), his jaw clenched. “I’m telling Lando.”
“No,” he cut her off. “He needs to know.”
She wasn’t sure how this was going to go, but she nodded anyway. Maybe—just maybe—Lando would finally listen.
They found Lando still backstage, scrolling through his phone while he waited for Magui. When he saw them approaching, he frowned. “What’s up?”
Max didn’t bother sugarcoating it. “Magui just told (Y/N) to stay away from you.”
Lando’s expression immediately darkened. “What?”
(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably. “She pulled me aside after the show. Told me to stay out of your relationship and away from you.”
Lando’s jaw clenched, but instead of looking shocked or even concerned, anger flickered in his eyes. “Are you serious?”
Max folded his arms. “Yeah. I heard the whole thing.”
Lando let out a sharp, bitter laugh, shaking his head. “This is unbelievable.”
(Y/N) took a small step forward. “Lando, I’m not making this up. Max was right there—”
Lando’s gaze snapped to her, and she instantly knew she had lost him. His expression was cold, defensive. “I should’ve known. You just can’t let this go, can you?”
(Y/N) blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“You want to ruin this for me,” Lando snapped. “You and Max, both of you. You can’t stand that I’m happy with Magui, so now you’re making up some bullshit to try and make me doubt her.”
Max groaned, running a hand down his face. “Lando, are you even listening to yourself?”
“I’m listening just fine,” Lando shot back. “And I’m done with this. First, (Y/N) starts throwing accusations around, and now you’re in on it too? This is insane.”
(Y/N) swallowed hard. “Lando, I didn’t want to fight with you. I didn’t want any of this to happen—”
“Then why are you doing this?” Lando demanded, his voice rising. “Magui hasn’t done anything to you. She hasn’t done anything to either of you!”
As if on cue, Magui appeared beside him, her eyes wide and glassy with tears. “Lando, what’s going on?”
(Y/N) stiffened. She wasn’t sure if Magui had heard anything or if this was just perfect timing, but the second Lando turned to her, his entire demeanor softened.
“They’re trying to turn me against you,” Lando told her, his voice heavy with frustration. “Max and (Y/N), they won’t drop it. They keep twisting everything, trying to make me think you’re some kind of villain.”
Magui’s bottom lip trembled, and tears spilled down her cheeks. “Why would you do that?” she whispered, looking at (Y/N). “I thought we were okay.”
(Y/N) felt her stomach churn. This was exactly what Magui wanted—to play the victim, to make it look like they were the ones hurting her.
“I—” (Y/N) started, but Lando was already pulling Magui into his arms, glaring at them over her shoulder.
“I don’t want to hear another word about this,” he said coldly. “From either of you.”
Max exhaled sharply. “You’re making a mistake.”
Lando shook his head. “No. The mistake was trusting you two in the first place.”
(Y/N) felt something inside her crack. She had known this wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected him to turn on them so quickly, to believe Magui so blindly.
Max shot her a look that said leave it, and she nodded, swallowing back the lump in her throat.
They walked away without another word, but as they left, (Y/N) couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.
(Y/N) felt numb as she walked away with Max. The echoes of Lando’s anger still rang in her ears, but it was Magui’s fake tears that unsettled her the most. She had played the part perfectly, twisting everything to make Lando believe she was the one being hurt.
Once they were far enough away, Max let out a sharp exhale, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.”
(Y/N) barely had the energy to respond. “I knew he wouldn’t believe me. But you… I thought maybe he’d listen to you.”
Max scoffed. “So did I. But Lando’s got his head so far up Magui’s ass that he can’t see what’s right in front of him.”
She winced at his words, but he wasn’t wrong. Lando had made up his mind, and nothing they said would change it.
“Maybe it’s just not worth it anymore,” she muttered. “If he wants to believe her so badly, then let him.”
Max shook his head. “No. I’m not giving up on him that easily.”
(Y/N) shot him a tired look. “Max—”
“No, listen to me,” he interrupted. “Lando’s an idiot, but he’s not stupid. Magui’s got him wrapped around her finger right now, but sooner or later, she’s going to slip up. And when she does? He’s going to realize that we were right all along.”
(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh. “Yeah? And what if he doesn’t?”
Max’s jaw tightened. “Then that’s on him.”
She sighed, leaning against the wall. “I just don’t get it. Why is he so blind when it comes to her?”
Max hesitated, then shrugged. “Because it’s easier to believe the lie than to admit you were wrong.”
(Y/N) stayed quiet, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right. Maybe Lando wanted to believe Magui because the alternative—admitting she wasn’t who he thought she was—was too painful.
But that didn’t mean it hurt any less.
Max’s voice softened. “Are you okay?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Yeah. Just… tired.”
He sighed, nudging her shoulder. “Look, I know it feels like we lost him tonight. But trust me, (Y/N). This isn’t over.”
She didn’t know if he was right. But for now, she nodded anyway.
Because deep down, a part of her wasn’t ready to let go of Lando just yet.
It had been months since that day, the day Magui had warned you to stay away from Lando. Since then, things had been quiet. Too quiet. The once-easy camaraderie you shared with him had turned into a distant memory, the connection severed by his choice to believe his girlfriend over the people who cared about him. You hadn’t heard from Lando, and, truthfully, you’d stopped waiting for a message that would never come.
You had tried to move on, focusing on your own career, and it was working. Your music had started gaining traction, and you’d been invited to various events and shows. One day, out of nowhere, you received an invitation to the Aston Martin garage during a race weekend. It was a huge opportunity, and you couldn’t pass it up, even if it felt strange to be back in the paddock after everything that had happened.
As the race day unfolded, you tried to focus on the excitement of the event, the thrill of being at the paddock, after a long few months. But there was still that nagging ache in your chest when you thought of Lando. You tried not to think about him, but his absence felt like a hole in your heart.
But then, something happened during the race that you could never have predicted.
The screech of tires, the sudden roar of sirens, and the chaos that followed was enough to make anyone’s heart drop. You didn’t even realize you were running toward the pit until you were there, your legs moving on their own. There were frantic calls on the radio, people shouting orders. The crash was serious. Lando’s car had spun out of control, and he was taken away in an ambulance with the paramedics.
You didn’t think. You just acted, rushing to the hospital where Lando had been taken.
The sterile smell of the hospital brought you back to reality as you stood in the hallway outside Lando’s room. Your heart raced, the last few hours feeling like a blur. You weren’t sure what you expected when you stepped into that room, but seeing him—his face bruised and battered, the cast on his arm, and the cuts along his forehead—made everything come rushing back. He looked so vulnerable, so unlike the confident driver who had once brightened every room he walked into.
Lando’s eyes flickered open, and when they met yours, there was a brief flash of recognition. But instead of the usual warmth, there was something else—something quieter, more remorseful.
“Lando…” you whispered, your voice shaky despite your attempts to hold it together.
He swallowed, his voice hoarse. “I’m so sorry.”
You blinked, taken aback. “What?”
He winced as he shifted slightly in the bed, clearly in pain. “Magui… She… she did cheat on me.” His words came out in a rush, his gaze dropping to the blanket as if he couldn’t bear to look at you. “I didn’t want to believe it. You tried to warn me… but I was too stupid to listen.”
Your heart ached at his words, the frustration and sadness that had been building over months finally breaking free. “Lando, I—”
“I know,” he cut you off, his voice barely above a whisper. “I know you tried to tell me. You were right. I should have believed you. She—she was with that guy the whole time, and I didn’t see it. I was so blind. But… one night, there was a guy at a party, one of her exes, who pulled me aside and told me that she had cheated on him too, and… I went trough her phone saw and saw the text messages between them… they’ve been meeting up for months… that’s when everything fell into place.”
Tears welled in your eyes, but you fought them back. “Lando, I never wanted this. I never wanted to be the one to tear you two apart. I just didn’t want to see you get hurt.”
He finally looked up, meeting your gaze with raw regret. “I hurt you. I pushed you away, and for what? I chose to believe someone who didn’t care about me. I hurt you in the process, and I—I’m sorry. I’ve been such an idiot.”
You could see the pain in his eyes, the guilt and the sorrow that weighed on him. It was hard to believe that just a few months ago, he hadn’t wanted to hear the truth. But now, there was no escaping it. Magui had betrayed him, and in a way, he had betrayed you too.
“I should have listened,” he whispered again, his voice full of regret.
You took a shaky breath, trying to steady your emotions. It had been a long time coming, and as much as you wanted to be angry with him, the sight of him—so broken, so remorseful—made it hard to hold onto that anger.
“You’ve been hurt, Lando,” you said softly, your heart aching for him. “And I know I’m not the only one who’s been hurt. But I think you need time to heal. Both of us do.”
Lando nodded slowly, his hand reaching out, trembling. “I don’t expect you to forgive me right away… but if you can, I want to try to make things right. I don’t want to lose you again.”
You stared at him for a long moment, considering his words. The hurt was still there, deep in your chest, but so was the understanding. It wasn’t just his fault. You had both made mistakes, but maybe, just maybe, there was a way to move forward.
“Let’s take it one step at a time, okay?” you said softly, your voice steady but filled with the weight of everything that had happened.
Lando gave you a small, tentative smile, the kind that hadn’t been there in months. “One step at a time,” he agreed.
And maybe that was all you could ask for—one step at a time.
The days after Lando’s accident were a whirlwind of emotions. He was released from the hospital a few days later, his body bruised but recovering. But emotionally? He was a mess. It wasn’t just the crash that had shaken him to the core; it was the realization that the woman he had trusted, the one he thought he loved, had betrayed him. That, combined with the guilt of pushing you away, left him feeling raw.
You had agreed to take things slowly, and that’s exactly what you did. You stayed in touch with him, but not in a way that felt forced. It was a lot of texting, some phone calls, and slow-paced catch-ups. Lando seemed to be going through a personal transformation, one that required time and space to really grasp what had happened, and what needed to change. He wasn’t asking for forgiveness—at least, not yet—but it was clear that he was committed to earning your trust back, step by step.
A few weeks later, Lando invited you to dinner. It wasn’t anything extravagant—just a quiet, intimate place where you could talk without the pressure of anyone around.
When you arrived, he was already there, seated at a table in the corner, looking a little nervous but hopeful. The air between you two had shifted, but it was still filled with uncertainty.
“Hey,” he greeted you softly, his smile small but sincere.
“Hey,” you replied, taking a seat across from him. “How are you feeling?”
He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “Better. Physically, at least. But, you know… mentally, it’s a process.”
The waiter brought the drinks, and for a while, the two of you just talked—about everything and nothing. You shared stories of what had been going on in your life, and he did the same. It felt different than before, though. It wasn’t just small talk; there was a genuine attempt to rebuild a connection that had been strained.
Eventually, the topic shifted.
“Lando, what happens now?” you asked gently, leaning in a little. “You and I… I think we’ve both been through a lot. And I don’t want to rush into anything, but we have to figure out if we’re even capable of rebuilding what we had.”
Lando took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with vulnerability. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I want to try. I want to prove to you that I’m not the same guy I was before. I was stupid for not believing you, and I can’t change that. But I want to be better—for you, for me, and for us. If you’ll let me.”
There it was—the raw honesty. The same honesty you had tried to offer him months ago, but he had been too blind to see.
“I’m not saying everything will be perfect,” Lando continued. “But I want us to start fresh. And I want to take things slow. No pressure. Just… us figuring it out, together.”
You could see the sincerity in his eyes. There was no doubt in your mind that he was genuinely trying to make amends.
“I think… I think that’s all we can do,” you said after a pause. “I don’t want to rush either. But I’m willing to try if you are.”
A weight seemed to lift off both of your shoulders as Lando’s smile widened. “One step at a time, right?”
You chuckled softly. “Exactly.”
