Forbidden Love (A Ross Lynch Love Story)

A Place Not Far From Here...

"I'M SO SO SO SO SO SORRY CAT!! I'm so sorry!" Ross yelled. "Ross! Geez! Calm down. It's okay." "Nope! No it's not!" He said taking a deep breath. "I'm gonna make it up to you." He said quickly as the limo stopped moving. "Come with me." He said and grabbed my hand.

We had stopped outside of a Four Seasons hotel and Ross pulled me out of the limo. We were immediately bombarded by paparazzi. I held up my hand to block the flashing of lights.

"Ross, who is this girl?"

"Ross! Hey Ross! Show us a kiss, will you?"

"What's it like dating a pop star?"

"Hey! Show us some love!"

We were being shouted at from all directions as Ross pulled me into the hotel, and ran us straight to the elevator. Unfortunately, they were right behind us. As soon as we got in the elevator, Ross pushed 27 and held the door close button. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Close! Please close!" Too late. Nine photographers shoved their way into the elevator, shoving me and Ross against each other in the corner.

"Tell us about you guys!" One of the female reporters asked.

"Well, umm.... I like pancakes, a lot!" Ross said. 'So he's a smart ass.' I thought to myself.

"Is that your pet name for her?" A male photographer asked loudly.

"Oh God. No! I was talking about the food!" Ross yelled. Of course this had to happen to me. Why did I have to go first? Why couldn't Dakota have picked first?

"What is your name?" A male from the back yelled.

"Um... Caterina Chapman." I yelled back. This wasn't going anywhere.

"How long have you two been dating?" Someone yelled.

I looked up to Ross. They really just put me between a rock and a hard place. More like a Ross and a hard place. I was shoved up against the wall and Ross was flushed against me. He gazed into my eyes and blushed. I noticed the door to the elevator open.

"Hey guys!" I shouted. "We'd love to answer your questions but we've gotta go!" I yelled. I grabbed Ross' hand and pulled him out of the elevator behind me just as the doors closed.

We both fell down and I landed in Ross' chest. I looked up at him and cracked a smile. He started laughing and I felt it vibrate through his chest. "What?" I asked while laughing. "Oh, nothing." He said. I noticed his gaze was aimed at my hand and he gently reached down and took it in to his.

"Has anyone ever told you, that y-you're um..., that you h-h-have, that well...." He stammered. "That I'm...?" I fished deeper as I gazed into his eyes. "Beautiful." He breathed out. My eyes flew wide open. "You think I'm beautiful?!" I gasped. I was a mouse. I was the ugly, run over, dandelion! How was that possible. "Well, of course! Don't you know that?" He asked astonished. "I-uh... I haven't actually." I murmured and looked down. "Hey." Ross said.

He put his finger under my chin and forced me to look at him. "Well, you are. Don't ever let anyone ever tell you different." He stood and pulled me from the ground. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face. Ross began, "Can-" I put my finger against his lips to silence him. "Don't ask Ross. Just do." He leaned in, but instead of kissing me, he shoved me back against the wall. "Oh!" I gasped as his body flushed up against mine.

He leant in and his lips crashed against mine. His lips moved skillfully with mine and inserte a tangy flavor in my mouth. He gently but my lower lip, asking for entrance, which I denied. That's what he gets for making me hated by teen girls on twitter. "Mmm." I felt Ross chuckle into my mouth. Oh gosh! He heard that. I tangled one hand into my hair in order to pull me closer and the other rested on my hip. I fisted both if my hands into his golden mop and opened my mouth. Begging for him to enter. His tongue plunged into my mouth and wrestled with my own. He let out a small groan and shoved against me. I let out a low moan.