Spotlight (Yuri Plisetsky x Reader) ✔

25. Suspicions

For the next few days, the newspapers, articles and social medias focused mainly on us two."Love birds Yuri Plisetsky and [F/N] [L/N] visit St. Petersburg Children's Hospital. The heart-breaking images are pure treasures," were the titles to most of them. The interviews hadn't been released yet, which made me increasingly apprehensive. What were people going to think?

Will was impressed with all the pictures, and the feedback from the hospital was all but positive. Every social media I went on seemed to be talking about it. Everybody was hopeful for us two, and the marriage scare was just the cherry on top. Will could happily start smelling the money. Yuri, however, didn't say much about any of it. I hadn't seen him for a few days. The minute we left the interview, he nodded at me, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and walked away to practice with Yakov.

Now, I was meeting Will for lunch. After a run, a bath, and some reading, it was time to go. I called Ivan, and he drove me to the restaurant.

I walked in, and Will's hand was waving at me from the corner.

I was escorted by a waitress, who gave me a menu, and took a drink order.

Will, as I had assumed, wasn't alone.

"Hey [F/N]."

"I invited Justin over because he has a few things he has to run by you before we go to London."

Justin, the movie's director, nodded, and smiled kindly at me.

"Okay, we're running ahead of schedule a bit. Obviously, you haven't been filming for a good week, so you're not really doing anything else, so if its fine by you, we're orginising the plane for next saturday."

I nodded, "Okay." I smiled, then a sense of dread went running through my head.

That's when the Grand Prix Final is being held. I looked worriedly up at Will.

He only smiled, ignoring me.

So I did what came naturally, and pretended to be happy with their plans. Of course, Justin was oblivious to my personal life, and was as kind as ever, but I still felt awful about it.

After a nice lunch, full of conversation and stories between the three of us, Justin called for a taxi, hugged me, then left.

"I'll see you at the airport then," he said.

I turned back to Will, who was putting on his coat.

"I know what you're going to say, but we can't argue with Justin. The movie is a lot more important than a silly little competition. I'm sorry; I know you had your heart set on going, but we just can't. The time's right."

I frowned. "Does it have to be then? Can't we postpone?"

Will grinned and smirked, raising an eyebrow, laughing at me in his own little way.

"You never normally try and get out of opportunities like this."

I looked away.

"The thing is," Will started. "After London, you'll be back to film here, we'll finish the film in a few weeks, then there'll be the whole promo thing, the premiers, the interviews. Hell, even a few award ceremonies. The next few months, and next year are going to be very busy for you, and the cast."

"What are you saying?"

"This relationship thing you two have. Well, it's great for the public and everyone's loving it, but I just don't want your feelings getting in the way of your career."

Nothing can get past Will. I could have sworn he knew from the start about how I felt. I nodded slowly and sighed.

"Hey, this was a thing you set up. I'm just going with what you're telling me. Going out with Yuri to boost numbers, that's it, remember," I muttered.

Will frowned. "I sort of had a plan. If you kept up the whole dating charade for a while; let those interviews come out, then we'd go to London and film, we'll come back here and you two can continue for a while, before eventually breaking it off. But the thing is, the plan hasn't really worked."

I looked at the floor, ignoring my increasingly blushing face.

"Because," Will continued. "That whole competition thing is, sadly, during our time in London. But that can work in our favour. Perhaps if people were to see that you weren't there supporting Yuri, the brake up would be a lot easier as they'll all think you're broken up anyway."

He thought carefully to himself. I closed my eyes and dreaded everything I had said in the interview. We had both talked about how happy we are together, best friends, loving the company.

Will opened the door for me, and we both started walking quietly down the embankement that lead to the hotel, passing the ice rink as we did, to which I almost stopped and entered.

Once we arrived, Will scruffled my hair and then left for his room.

He started walking away, but then turned to look at me.

"You sure there's nothing wrong? You've been very quiet."

"Hmm? No, I'm fine, sorry. Just tired is all."

He raised an eyebrow. "Its three in the afternoon."

"Yeah, I know. No, I'm fine, honestly. I'll see you later."

I was left alone to take the stairs to my room.

Once I opened my door, I crashed onto the bed and took out my phone.

Twitter loaded up, and my heart stopped as I saw most of the links to the articles; my face appearing numerous times as I scrolled.

"Yuri and [F/N] tell all!"

I started reading the first one, from a kind interviewer from a higher-up newspaper company. The caption to the whole paper that week was "Pre- Grand Prix Interviews" rather than something only concerning me.

I yawned, and as I stretched, something caught my eye.

A plastic covering in the shape of a dress was hanging on the handle of the wardrobe, alone with two boxes on the floor underneath it.

I shuffled up to see what they were, and to read the envelope that was hidden behind the boxes.

But before I could open the bag surrounding the dress, so as to take a look at it, somebody knocked violently at my door, scaring me to the point of falling backwards.

After getting to my senses, I walked cautiously over to the door, and checked through the hole to see who it was. I frowned to see Will.

"Yeah? What is-"

I was stopped mid-sentence as Will grabbed my wrist and shut my door behind me, then pulled me down the corridor.

"Hey, what's wrong?!"

Will stopped by the lift and turned to me.

"Yuri's gotten into a fight."