Spotlight (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader) ✔

21. More Plans

"And... Cut!"

I stopped kissing Alec and turned to the director.

"That was great! Thanks guys. Sorry about the constant repeating."

"Oh, no, it's fine," I smiled, while cringing at the amount of times Alec had to grab my neck angrily then kiss me. I rubbed the sore part.

"Okay, brilliant work today everyone! We're on track and should be able to go to London next week."

I was allowed to leave after I had sorted some passport details with the crew, then I called Ivan and arrived back at the hotel soon after.

Will had texted me saying he had just arrived at the airport.

"I'll be back soon. There's something important I have to tell you," he had said.

I took a shower, got changed, then sat on the windowsill again. I took out my phone and took some pictures of the view, then played with the filters on Snapchat, before checking the articles for anything about me and Yuri. There hadn't been any since the press conference a few days ago, which mostly concentrated on the skaters.

As I put my phone down, I turned on my music and found the song I had been desperate to listen to for a while.

I don't get many things right the first time. In fact, I am told that a lot. And I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls brought me here.

And where was I before the day that I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it every day.

And I know that I am, I am, I am the luckiest.

The beautiful piano in the background of the song fit perfectly with the stunning view outside.

I sighed, watching a group of boys walking out of some sort of summer music school, dressed smartly in matching blazers.

I was seventeen, almost eighteen, and I hadn't been to a normal school since I was eleven. Those kids were about fifteen, and for some strange reason, I felt jealous of their smiling faces and laughs.

I think about the words in that song a lot. A few years ago, when I was in acting school, the word "lucky" crossed my mind often. When I was picked to do my first film, when an American company asked me if I wanted to be a part of a new comedy series. When I was nominated for a SAG for my role on it. I used to call myself lucky all the time. Now, though, I'm not so sure.

Irina had loads of family to be with, and Yuri was busy practicing during the day, as I was with filming. The time was now six o' clock. I opened and closed my phone numerous times, contemplating whether or not to text Yuri. He would probably be finishing up soon.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my door. I walked over to answer it, and Will stood outside. Behind him, was Yuri.

"Yuri and I arrived at the same time," Will started, ignoring a blushing Yuri behind him. "Yuri here was going to take you somewhere. But I'm sorry, because there's a few things I need to talk to the two of you about. Order room service if you want. Is there a chair here?"

As if he had only been with me five minutes ago, it was back to business as usual and Will pulled out a chair from under the desk, the chair in my bathroom, and sat them in front of the big armchair. He made himself comfortable on the armchair, while Yuri and I sat on the other chairs.

"So. On sunday you had that press conference thing, yeah?"

"Yeah," Yuri answered.

"Well. I'm just gonna cut to the chase. There's been this article released recently. It's about you two. It's in a lot of magazines and tabloids and could very well get on Snapchat soon. Basically there were some people there that day that didn't believe in your relationship. A lot of people are calling it fake."

I opened my mouth to mutter a sarcastic comment, but Yuri beat me to it.

"Well, that's what it is."

Will frowned at us. "C'mon guys. I'm not going over this again. You know why we're doing it. Please try to pretend. Because besides, [F/N], they all love you in Chicago, and everyone's hopeful for this film. They're all talking about the two of you. You're a great actress and everybody is head over heels for Yuri here, so this should be a walk in the park. Don't let me down. Please. Convince everyone that you two are in love. Then when you go to London, every film director and producer will be looking at you, [F/N]."

I sighed. Yuri shifted away from me in his seat, and looked away.

"Then what do you think we should do differently?" I muttered.

My question was followed by bitter silence.

Will smiled, then took out his phone.

"I'm glad you asked. There's a children's home in the north of the city. You two can go and visit it, where you'll be in front of the cameras, making it obvious that you're both just a loved-up couple doing good for the less fortunate."

The blunt way he put that sentence made my teeth grit violently in my mouth. I just nodded, then got up and went over to get a water bottle from the mini fridge.

Yuri, who had been sitting quietly for a while, stood up as well.

"Anything else? Or can I go?" He asked quietly.

Will scowled, surprised at his sudden decision. "Fine."

Well, one thing is for sure, his coach definitely treated me better than my manager treated Yuri.

I didn't even have to look around to know Yuri was walking away, then the slam of the door confirmed it.

I just looked through the window, imagining a life in which I had enjoyed school and had loads of friends.

"Crickey. Not the easiest, is he?" Will started. I just frowned. "What's wrong with him anyway?"

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

Then, Will cleared his throat and stood up. "Well, I'm going to go. You look tired. Take it easy, alright? I'll see you tomorrow sometime."

And with that, he put a piece of paper on the desk, that contained directions to the hospital and what time they want us there.

I sighed, waved him off, then returned to my winsowsill, where I remained for the rest of the evening, thinking about my blond ice skating boyfriend.