Hit The Ice (a Yuri on Ice fanfic)

Yurio

(A/N: Hiya people! Thx so much for 75 reads! Special thanks to all those who voted! From this point on I'm doing this story from first person view. Deal with it. I am tired of going back and making sure I did the third person view right. Thx! Enjoy!)
Three days after Yuri met my brother I was sitting in the lobby, doing some work on my English. Yuri came running through the lobby. "Felicity! I'm finally at the weight I need!" He said happily. "That's great Yuri!" I high-fived him. "Oh! I better get going! I'm aloud to train now!" And we ran out of the springs together. As we neared the ice rink, I saw a crowd gathered around the front doors. We pushed through and Yuri went to open the door when a blonde boy kicked him to the ground, hard. He had a thick Russian accent and he spoke of my brother. "Who the hell are you?" I snapped as I walked up to him. He turned and , taking advantage of his unbalanced state, I threw him off Yuri. "I know who that is..." I whispered in his ear. "Yuri Plisetsky... watch that he doesn't kill you... good luck..." and I ran off to find my brother before the Russian punk could kill me. Yuri darted inside past the other Yuri. I wasn't so lucky. The blonde stopped me, putting his hand on my chest to do so. "Don't touch me!" I hissed, batting his hand away. "What does the pig want with your brother." Yuri asked. "Viktor? Viktor's not here! Yes he's in Hatsetsu but he's not like, HERE here." I tried to laugh it off. It didn't work. Yuri grabbed my hand and dragged me inside. The crowd behind us screamed and yelled, fangirling about a suspicion that Yuri Plisetsky and I were in a secret relationship. I scoffed. Yeah right, suuuuure. I would never date Yuri. And then Yuri turned his head. "What?" OMG did I say that out loud?! I looked into Yuri's eyes and saw the slightest glint of human in them. His hair fell into his eyes, blocking my view. I reached up and brushed it gently away, smiling at how shocked he looked. Instead of just dropping my hand I trailed it down his arm, and held his other hand. Yuri stood there for a moment staring at our hands, then he snapped back to reality, yanking his hands from mine. He held my wrist and dragged me to the rink. As we came in, Yuri yelled; "HEY VIKTOR!" I laughed, waving to my brother. He skated over. "Yes Yuri? What is it? Oh, I'm assuming it's some promise I made?" Yuri nodded angrily. I left to find the other Yuri. "Hey!" I said as I walked into the boy's locker room. "Felicity! You- you're not supposed to be in here!" "Eh, it's fine." I said waving the statement away. "Anyway... do you know the other Yuri?" "Well he came into the bathroom while I was... crying... he told me to quit." He looked embarrassed. "Yuri, don't look so upset! He told you to quit, but you didn't! Forget him!" I said making huge hand movements. He nodded. "You're right." And he stood up. And left. I stood up and left for the hotel. I couldn't leave through the back though... I walked confidently out the front doors and the crowd tried to surge towards me. The triplets, Axle Lexle and Loop, held them back. I handed them each a fifty. "Thanks you guys." I whispered. They smiled up at me. "Hey Felicity? Can you babysit us? Our mom needs a sitter." "Tell her I'll do it!" I smiled. And then the questions came. "Ms. Nikiforov! Are you and Mr. Plisetsky in a relationship?!" "Well..." "Did you make a move on him in the rink?!" "No..." "How has Viktor reacted to your relationship?!" "Im not in a-" "Get out of her way!" Came a loud yell from behind me. I turned to see Plisetsky standing there, looking annoyed. The crowd parted. Yuri grabbed my hand again and led me out. "Ugh I hate those people. Why do they need to know everything about us?! Mr. Plisetsky, Ms. Nikiforov, What toothpaste do you use?! What is so important that they need to know what we do every second of every day?!" Yuri yelled. "Haha yeah..." I trailed off, staring at how he was still holding my hand even though we were walking side by side now. "Ummm Yuri?..." I said awkwardly. He looked down at our hands and at the same time we both pulled away. Yuri's face was a light red, and I was sure mine was the same. We walked down the street and turned into the hotel. I went up to my room, thinking about Yuri and how I could mess with him while he was here. Then it hit me. The shocked look on his face from earlier came back and I giggled. This was going to be fun.
        I walked down stairs to get dinner and saw my brother, Katsuki, and Plisetsky sitting around a table. There was a girl standing in the doorway. "... we'll call you YURIO!" She yelled. I giggled and all the heads turned my way. I skipped over and sat lightly next to Yurio. "I like that name!" I said smiling at the girl. I poked Yurio in the side and he squirmed. "So where will Yurio be staying?" I asked. "Probably in the room next to yours Felicity..." Yuri said. I smirked evilly. "You mean the storage room?! I'm gonna need some help clearing that out! Come on Yuri!" Yuri stood and left. "Looks like you've got a new friend Yurio." Viktor said. "Im NOT going by that stupid name!" Viktor just laughed.
       (TIIIIIME SKIIIIIIIIIIP)
      Later that night I was laying on my bed, bored as heck. I sat up when I heard someone swear from the next room. I jumped up, running quietly to the door that linked the two rooms. I turned the knob, and peeked in. Yurio was standing there at the counter, his hand bleeding. "Dammit!" He swore. I gasped when I saw his hand. I ran in, grabbing his wrist and cleaning out the cut. "Wha-" he was cut of by his own yelp as I poured hydrogen peroxide on his hand. I wrapped his hand and then went over and sat on the bed. "What... was that?" Yuri asked, confused. "You were hurt..." I trailed off as he came and sat next to me. He stayed a good distance away from me. Then I remembered my little scheme. I scooted closer to him, and he laid down on the bed. I moved back and placed his head in my lap, playing with his hair. "You know, your hair would look amazing in a ponytail." I said nonchalantly. I took out my own hair tie and pulled Yurio's hair up. "See? Go look." He got up and walked to the mirror. "It does look pretty good..." he shrugged. It was this moment when I realized how cute Yurio was. I shook my head trying to dismiss the thought. I couldn't. I was crushing on the famous Russian punk. I stood up, walked over and leaned my head on his shoulder. He immediately turned a light pink. I smiled and giggled a little. "You're cute." I said, making sure my breath tickled his ear. He turned his head and smiled at me. God how I loved that smile. I turned away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. I walked quietly to my room and changed into my pjs.