A Different Kind of Devotion (R5 Fanfiction)

Hanaa's POV

That night, Riker and I decided to watch a movie.  

"What movie?" Riker asked, looking through the movie cabinet.  

"Brave," I said automatically.  

Riker laughed. "I should've known." 

"You know that's my favorite movie," I said, sticking out my bottom lip.  

Riker stuck the movie in and we curled up on the couch, turning off the lights.  

About halfway through the movie, Rocky showed up behind the couch.  

"Whatcha watchin'?" he asked.  

"Brave," Riker and I answered in unison.  

"Ooh, I love this movie," Rocky said.  

He jumped over the back of the couch and finished watching the movie with us.  

"Wanna watch another movie?" Riker asked.  

"Of course!" 

Riker started to look through the movie cabinet.  

"You can pick this time," I said, shuffling to the kitchen. "I'm gonna get some milk. Want anything?" 

"No," Riker's voice was muffled.  

I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and reached into the fridge for the milk. When I turned back to my glass, Ross was standing right behind me.  

"What do you want Ross?" 

I poured my milk and put the jug back in the fridge.  

I turned back. "What do you want Ross?" I said again.  

"Hanaa..." he stepped toward me.  

I backed up, bumping into the counter.  

"I just wanted to-"  

"Hanaa!" Riker called.  

"Coming!" I called back.  

I turned away, but Ross grabbed my arm. Milk sloshed out of the glass and onto my foot. I spun around.  

"Hanaa, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. For everything. For hitting on you. For pairing you with Rocky," he grimaced. "Everything." 

"Ross..." 

He looked down.  

"I accept your apology." 

He looked up hopefully. I set my milk down and stepped forward, spreading my arms.  

Ross stepped toward me and we hugged.  

All of a sudden, I heard Riker's voice.  

"Hanaa..." he said softly.  

I jolted, knocking over the milk with my elbow. I sighed.  

"Obviously the world doesn't want me to have milk." 

Riker laughed and grabbed a dish towel, wiping up the counter, the floor, and my foot. Ross had slipped out of the room after I spilled the milk.  

"I heard everything. I know that's why you were hugging Ross," Riker said into my ear.  

I smiled, putting the glass into the sink.  

We went back to the living room.  

"What movie are we watching?" 

Riker smirked. "You'll see." 

We curled up again on the couch and Riker started the movie. When I saw the title I turned to Riker and smacked his arm.  

"You know I hate horror movies!" 

Riker opened his arms. "I'll be here to protect you." 

Within the first five minutes, I was scared. I buried my face into Riker's side. By the end of the movie I was hiding under a blanket.  

"That was a scary movie," I pouted.  

"How would you know?" Riker asked. "You didn't even watch it!" 

"It was The CONJURING. Of course I didn't watch it, that is some scary crap!" 

Riker laughed again and pulled me towards him.  

"Hey, earlier when Ell stopped us from kissing you told me 'later'. When is later?" 

Riker smirked. "How about now?" 

I smiled. "Of course." 

Riker put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him. I pushed him back onto the couch and pressed my lips to his.  

His fingers ran through my hair, messing it up. I put my hands on either side of his head, kissing him more deeply.  

I pulled back and Riker looked lovingly at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.  

"I hope you know you are absolutely gorgeous," Riker mumbled.  

The heat rose in my cheeks.  

"You deserve a 'Cutest Thing On Earth' award." 

Riker laughed softly.  

"I look on instagram all the time at the R5 fanpages. You are the celebrity crush of so many girls. I hope you realize how many fanpages there are for just you." 

"You are a role model to a ton of teen girls. I get so many comments everyday. Things like 'I wish I could be just like Hanaa' or 'Your girlfriend is so pretty and one of my biggest role models!'" 

I blushed deeper. Riker's lips reattached to mine. We moved as one, our bodies working together.  

We lay there together, kissing late into the night.