His Skating Queen (Yuri(o) Plisetsky x reader)

Chapter 2

"Woah, woah. Calm down F/N," Max says, trying to stop me from yelling in his face. I take a step back as I know I should calm down. But I just can't. I jump around in circles, trying to release all the energy I have held within me. Max grabs my shoulders, stopping my body from moving. He makes me look him in the eyes before talking. "F/N. Take a deep breath." I listen to his instruction and wait for him to continue. "Sit down and start from the beginning."

~~~ Time skip ~~~

"Wait so you're telling me that THE Yuri Plisetsky kissed your medal and got your number? Am I getting this right?" Max frantically asks. He is looking at me, waiting to answer his questions with a silly look on his face.

"Yes! Just look at his Instagram. His latest picture is of us and my gold medal. Isn't this exciting?" I squeal.

"Hell yes!" Max pulls out his phone and finds Yuri's account on Instagram. He finds the picture of us and looks at the caption. "OH MY GOD!"

"What! What did he say?" I move over to him before I finish my question and look over his shoulder. I start reading the caption, then I scream. It says 'It was great to meet Y/N today and kiss her gold medal. Hope we can catch up some other day.' I blush at that statement and smile. I can't believe he thought it was great to meet me. This is the best day of my entire life.

"You like him, don't you Y/N," Max says, giving me a cheeky smile. I jump back from where Max was sitting and look at him like he was crazy.

"Of course I don't like him Max. He just so happens to be my idol and I just so happen to be fangirling. Nothing more, nothing less." I cross my arms in a defensive matter then realize that was a big mistake. Now Max knows I'm lying. Dammit.

"Sure sure," Max replies with a smirk on his face. Thankfully he drops the subject and we get back to business.  We start thinking of some new, difficult moves that I could use in my new program. We spend the rest of the afternoon choosing the difficulty of the jumps and where they are placed in the program.

After several hours, I decide to call it quits and get myself some dinner. I order some pizza and wait for the deliverer to arrive at our apartment. It only took about 15 minutes.

Max pays for the pizza and sits the boxes on the coffee table in front of the lounge. Then we dig in. Before we knew it, we finish two boxes of pizza. I stand up, put the rubbish in the bin and tell Max to go to bed because he was already half asleep. I wasn't tired though.

Max walks to his bed and less than a minute later, quiet snores fills his bedroom. I walk to the bathroom to freshen myself up. So I decide to have a shower. I undress myself, turn the water on and hop in once it's warm.

I almost forgot how peaceful it is in the shower. The warm water makes its way through my hair and down my body. Once I wash myself, I stand there. I think about all the events that have occurred today. Meeting Yuri Plisetsky. Yuri Plisetsky kissing my medal. Most importantly, Yuri Plisetsky asking for my number! I still can't believe it.

My body goes tingly at the mention of Yuri. Why the hell am I feeling that? I haven't felt that before. I gasp in the realisation of something.

"No. No no no," I whisper to myself. I can't.

That's an absolutely absurd statement. It can't be true.

I can't be in love with Yuri Plisetsky! Can I?

~~~ Time skip ~~~

I turn off the light and hop into bed. I wait for my eyes to shut and for me to drift off but it doesn't happen. I just lay there for what feels like an eternity. Just pondering about that question.

That question will be the death of me. I wish I could admit to liking him but what happens when I do?

It's not going to matter.

He will never like me.

It's only going to cause me pain. I don't want to get hurt. Is Yuri really worth the pain of heartbreak?

I know that there is no denying I have a crush on him. It's even painfully obvious to Max.

But what's the point of loving someone if they are never going to love you back?

I close my eyes after continuously asking myself that question, and finally drift off to sleep.