Hard Times - Yuri Plisetsky x reader

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Yuri Plisetsky

       "Where are we even going?" I ask Lilia while scrolling down Instagram posts on my phone. As of now we were in one of Lilia's private car in France. I was sitting in one of the back seats behind the driver, meanwhile Lilia sat in the passenger seat. 

      "Where going to meet someone very very important!" a loud high pitched voice chirped in excitement.

      Tch. There it was , Lilia's annoying assistant answering for her. I don't get why Lilia always has that incompetent brat around.

      I roll my eyes and look at the assistant.
"I wasn't talking to you." I tell her. She looks as if she really doesn't care. A smile is still evident on her face.

      "I want you to meet someone. I feel as if she can help you," I give her a confused look as I wait for her to continue. " Her name is (y/n) ,(l/n) . When she was 16 she was pronounced as 3 time world champion figure skater and labeled as unbeatable,".

    I was confused. Why on Earth was Lilia making me meet this chick. I doubt honestly that she would ever be able to help me.

     "But things aren't like that anymore,". This caught my attention. I narrow my eyes and wait for Lilia to continue. "She won't compete, she won't skate, she's just..." Lilia shakes her head and lowers it slowly. Her eyes are closed and a saddened expression is built on her face. But is quickly fades.

     "That is where you come in. I need you to help her get back up. If and when you do , she can lead you to glorious victories." Lilia says.

    I don't need this girl to help me with winning, I've never needed anyone but my coaches. Why would I ?

     "Lilia , I don't need her. Her problems aren't mine. So don't drag me into her life." I tell her. But she shakes  her head and puts a scowl on her face.

    "I'm not asking you. Yuri Plisetsky, you will meet this girl, and you two will help one another," I roll my eyes as I hear this statement. "Yuri, you may not realize this, but I never abandon my students. No matter how far they've fallen."

     I'm not sure why but hearing those word made my spirit rise by just the slightest. But I didn't want her to notice my sudden change in attitude, so I kept a glare on my face.

     But the glare turned into a face of pure annoyance when I heard the squealing voice of Lilia's assistant.

    "Were here!" She exclaims. I don't get why she so excited. It's not like we're here for her.

    We pull up to this disgusting looking ice rink. The sign read 'le froid' but the cheap sign was falling apart so it was barely legible. Once the car was parked Lilia makes her way into the rink. Her assistant cheerfully following behind her. I slowly catch up to them.

    My hands are stuffed in my pockets and my hood is over my blonde hair. I examine the place. Old used skates are lying around the floor , papers are scrambled everywhere, everything just looked really gross and old.

   Lilia and her assistant make there ways to a small office all the way at the end of the rink. I follow behind them. When they get to the door Lilia stops for a moment. It seems as though she is hesitant to open it, but she does it anyway. In one quick motion she slams the door open.

    Both my eyes and the assistant's eyes widen at this sudden bold move. But Lilia's eyes narrow as she look before herself.

     A girl with (h/c) hair lying on the floor with her face buried in her arms and knees. With the sudden slam that startled her she lifts her head. From there I can see her (s/c) cheeks stained with tears. Her eyes are glossy , and tears threaten to keep falling as she looks at Lilia.