Two in a Million || Raura

14 | Birthday Boy

Two in a Million: 14 | Birthday Boy
| Laura Marano |

@lauramarano: Just made it to my hotel in Vegas and it's nearly four in the morning. Why so early?!? 😫😫😫

The things I do for Ross. First off, I brought a suitcase just for my camera equipment because I convinced Ross to let me do his makeup tomorrow since it's his day off. Yes, I actually get to do his damn makeup and I'm actually really happy to. The second the elevator beeped, I stepped out and finally walked down the hallway to find room 1008.

I did text him yesterday, since my flight got in at like 3:00pm, but I got no time to sleep because I had a meeting that took forever. Ross doesn't even know I left at midnight so he's not expecting me until later in the day. Taking a few deep breaths, I knock four times on the door, pretty loudly and stopped rolling my two suitcases. Frowning, I knock another six times and then check my phone. 4:09am.

The second I heard the hotel room door unlock, the smile on my face was unreal. It's been a little over a month since I've hugged him, and it's really all I'm looking forward to at this very moment. The door swung open half way as Ross stood there, yawning, scratching his chest, and only in his boxer briefs. If you don't think that's sexy, then I don't know what is.

"Happy birthday." I whisper yell, smiling up at him. He furrows his eyebrows, turns around, only to turn right back around with a cheeky smile and wrap his arms around my waist and takes a deep breath, causing my hair to move a little. "What was that all about?" I ask, tightening my grip on him.

"Hmm." He's definitely tired.

"Do you wanna go back to bed?" He pulls away as soon as I say that and walks away, leaving me a bit confused. Slowly, I reach for my two suitcases and walk into the room, setting them down by the chair, I take my backpack off and take my shirt off and sweats, leaving me in my sports bra and spandex shorts. I walk on over to the queen sized bed where Ross was already lightly snoring. Smiling at his sleeping body, I set my glasses on the nightstand and crawl under the covers.

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Nothing like going to bed with someone cuddling with you, only to wake up to an empty bed and their side being cold. Yup, just how I like it. Yawning, I reach for my glasses on the nightstand and sit myself up. The room was quiet, the bathroom door was wide open and not a single light was on, the blinds were closed, it was almost as if I dreamt everything that happened last night. I lazily walk to my backpack and grab my phone. 2:34pm. 8 texts from Delly💖, Vanni💜. 6 texts from Rockstar😜. A missed Skype call from Jessica Crawford. I missed a damn Skype with Jess.

"Fuck!" I yell out, the second I reread all of my notifications. I know is aid I'd never say that word, but I couldn't help it.

From Rockstar😜:
I can explain why your alone but I'll tell you later.

From Rockstar😜:
In all honesty, I don't really remember you coming in last night, but when I woke up on you, it scared the hell outta me.

From Rockstar😜:
But we're already at the venue across the street. My sister and Savannah will text you something in a little.

From Rockstar😜:
Oh, and wear something sexy.

From Rockstar😜:
Okay, last text. Where the hell is my birthday tweet? I tweeted you a happy birthday!