Spotlight (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader) ✔

8. Kindness

I woke up earlier the next day, then sat in bed for an hour reading through snapchat articles and checking Instagram. There was nothing about me, thank God.

Instead of lounging around waiting for the breakfast buffet to open, I opened up my suitcase, and found my running gear.

I quickly chose a route on the map, put on my fitbit, and left the room. Outside, it was cold, and practically deserted. I started down the street towards the much busier square.

To keep out of the way, I ran down a redidential street, through, past a parc, then reached the docks.

I ran for an hour, slowly, still watching the beautiful buildings anf views.

I stopped, then started walking back to the hotel. Once I arrived, a photographer was there, taking pictures of me. I scowled, not deliberately, just naturally, then rushed quickly inside for breakfast.

Will joined me then at the buffet and told me the plans for today. "Go out and enjoy yourself. The ice rink is booked for you at three. I'll see you there probably."

"Okay."

I spent the rest of the day doing some more sightseeing, visiting some museums, then found a little cafe at two o'clock.

Sitting alone, happy to rest my legs, I closed my eyes and submerged myself in the silence. The cafe I had picked was perfect; so quiet and secluded.

I ordered a panini with a hot drink, then pulled out my phone. Refreshing twitter, I shook my head at what I feared would show up.

"[F/N] [L/N] takes a run this morning through the cool, colourful streets of St. Petersburg, where she's staying, close to where her new movie "Distraction" is being filmed next week. Until then, she enjoys sightseeing and grows accustom to the ways of living in Russia. Follow us as we follow our favourite seventeen-year-old actress, and see any other icy stories we unfold."

I cringed at the article, then even more at the photos. I had my phone in my hand, walking back to the hotel, with the biggest smirk on my messy face. The phone was quickly thrown back into my bag.

I fondled the nose pad on my sunglasses, re-tied my hair in a loose ponytail, then stretched my arms across the table.

The food arrived, and I ate slowly, while watching the view of the street outside.

Then, my phone buzzed loudly. I opened it up and grinned. My family was calling me.

"Hello?" I started.

"Go on FaceTime darling," I heard the sweet, unfamiliar voice of my mother talking to me. I did so, and came into full view of my wonderful family.

[You have a brother and a sister in the story]

"Hi [F/N]!" They chanted almost in unison. They were grinning excitedly at me. All four were there, my fourteen year old brother and my twelve year old sister, mum and dad. Even Rufus the dog was there in the barkground making giddy little noises.

"Its been ages! I meant to call, but I got a bit held up..."

"It's okay! How's Russia?" Mum asked.

I tilted the phone around the cute cafe. "It's amazing. I've done loads of sightseeing and I got each of you souvenirs. I've been ice skating, which is amazing."

"We're reading everything the press say," my sister said.

I laughed nervously. "Everything?"

"Yep! So we knew where you were last night," she said, puttimg her phone to the screen to show me the pictures of me leaving the restaurant, then scrolled on to the pictures of me running. I just shook my head.

"So, what are you doing today?"

"Well, I've been for a walk today, juat had lunch, might take another walk, then I have practice at the ice rink at three for the movie. The movie starts filming on monday, so I'll go back to the hotel and learn more lines after that."

"You aren't too lonely, are you darling?"

"No, no! I'm okay. It's not bad."

"If you're sure. Now, when are you coming home?!"

"Umm, I don't know. Depends how filming goes. I'll book a plane from here straight home, I promise."

"Ah, good! We'll have a party!" They laughed.

I smiled.

"And how is William?" Mum asked. I smirked.

"The same. Always busy. If he's not on his phone, he's telling me things to do. I swear he hasn't even noticed he's in Russia."

"Not surprised," mum shook her head.

We continued talking for another incredible hour. Then, I had to leave when the time was quarter to three.

"I have to go! I'll call soon, I promise! Before I start filming."

I watched them wave and the call disconnected.

I ran to the ice rink, then stopped to catch my breath at the door. I continued in, then waved quickly at the desk, so that the woman knew it was me.

Only, that didn't work, when somebody started yelling, and I turned around and saw a girl running towards me. "Hey! You aren't allowed in there!"

"Oh, no, I am. I was here yesterday. We got a letter.

"Oh my god!" She cried in her light Russian accent. "You're [F/N] [L/N]!"

She looked anout the same age as the group of girls from last night. At least I know who most of my audience is.

"That's right," I answered, holding out my hand to shake it. She gawped at my hand before shaking it.

"Oh, wow! I'm sorry about that! I take it this is the letter," she said, walking over to the desk and taking it out.

"Yep. May I?"

"Of course!"

She followed me to the ice skate shelves, and got the shakes in my size.

"So, I'll be around. I'm Irina by the way. If you need anything, just ask," she smiled.

I nodded. "Okay."

I opened the door, and headed over to the ice rink. Once again, Yuri Plisetsky was on the other side of the ice rink, on his phone, ignoring me completely.

He noticed me when I deliberately shut the door loudly behind me.

I stepped onto the ice uneasily, then gulped nervously, as out of nowhere, he started skating over.