Ross Lynch Imagines

Rainy Days

  The low humming sound of the rain softly falling onto the rooftop filled the empty spaces of the apartment, along with the voices coming from the flickering television due to the storm. It had been storming all day, so you and Ross stayed cooped up inside the warmth circumference of your apartment you two shared. You were sitting on the beige sofa centered in front of the television, but no one was watching it.

  Ross sat in between your legs on the floor, mindlessly scrolling with his thumb through his Twitter feed. You sat above him, flipping through the pages of your novel you have been reading for the past hour. It was clear that you two were growing bored of being held hostage indoors all day in the cozy apartment.

You set down your book, looking down at the top of Ross's blonde head. A spark of an idea popped in your brain and absentmindedly you brought your fingers to his head. You laced your fingers in his soft, beach blonde locks, playing with his hair. The golden ring on your ring finger blended within the strands of his gold hair.

  "What are you doing?" Your fiancé's voice pierces through the silence of the room. Ross shuts off his phone, placing it on the coffee table by his long, slender legs. As he asked the simple question, you could imaged a smile crawling upon his pink lips.

"Playing with your hair," you stated, continuously raking your fingers through his hair.

  "Mmm," Ross hums in content as you tug on his hair. Ross leaned his back against your legs, fluttering his eyes. You smiled down at his sleepiness, beginning to braid his hair.

"All done," you announced with a placing a kiss on his right cheek.

"Can I see it?" Ross questions. You nod, outstretching your arm and grabbed his phone off the coffee table. You unlock his phone screen, capturing a brief picture of the French braid you braided on his head.

"Here," you reveal his phone, showing the picture. You smirk as he looks at the phone, feeling pride in your braiding skills. "You look so pretty, baby." You cooed.

The corner's of Ross's lips curled up into a wide grin. He found you so cute and he could not imagine why and how he got so lucky.

Ross lifts himself off the floor, plopping beside you on the couch. He places a hand on your cheek, forcing him to look at him. You gaze in his caramel orbs, finding yourself getting lost in them.

"You're prettier," he says, causing you to smile. He closes the small space between you two, pressing his lips softly on yours. "How did I get so lucky?" He asks as he pulls back.

"I could ask you the same thing," you smirked.

"God, I love you," Ross shakes his head, pecking your lips again.

You giggled against his lips, "love you, too." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes.

Rainy days like these were something you always cherished.