if ↠ raura

127.

| laura's pov |

"please fasten your seatbelts. we are now flying towards puerto rico."

i suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. i ignore the flight attendances order, and sprint out of my seat to the washroom. she's shouting at me to please sit down, but i couldn't. i push the bathroom door and vomit straight into the toilet.

i've been vomiting for the past four days, and stormie's starting to think i'm getting a stomach bug. but my other symptoms have been strangely off as well.

i have weird cravings through out the entire the day, but i'm thinking it's jut because my period is suppose to come on thursday, i've also been spotting which is something i never do.

i also get really swollen, tender breasts and become super tired, very quickly. i even called my record label and told them i couldn't go in the other day because of how ill i was feeling with my cramps and all.

once i was finished throwing up. i flushed the toilet, and wiped my mouth with cold water. i tiredly walked back to my seat, and fastened my seat belt before falling asleep.

once i woke up, we were just landing. i grab my suitcase, and follow the other passengers off the plane. there was a car that took us to the resort that ross was at, so i hopped in and waited for them to start driving.

passing by the ocean felt so nice, it was beautiful here. i was starting to regret taking the record deal, and coming here with ross to film with him. it sucks how i can't do both. but that's life.

it took about fifteen minutes until we stopped in front of a hotel. the driver helped me take out my suitcase, and drove away once i was walking up the stairs.

i open the door, and see a lady at the front desk. "hello? how may i help you?"

"i'm laura marano. ross lynch's girlfriend. could you please give me his room number?" i ask.

she types a few things into her computer, and then looks up at me with a wide smile.
"third floor, room 9."

i thank her, and tug on my suitcase towards the elevator. the lobby was so nice, it was almost luxurious. i step into the elevator, and press the third floor. a sudden craving for pickles, popped up in the back of my mind.

once i stepped out of the elevator. i walked down the hall towards the increasing numbers, once i was standing in front of ross' door. i knock a few times with my knuckles, and feel my heart beat speed up.

it took a few minutes for the door to open, but when it did. my stomach flipped.

"l-laura?"

"ross!" i exclaim, wrapping my arms around his neck. "i've missed you so much."

he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me which gave me a good sign. i feel tears begin to whelm in my eyes, when we pull away, and he presses his lips against mine.

"who's here, ross?"

both of our heads turn to the sound of the females voice behind him.

"my girlfriend, laura." ross exclaims, excitedly. "come in, baby."

ross grabs my suitcase worth of three days since that's as long as i can stay, and i walk inside. glaring at abigail who doesn't seem too happy with my presence.

"laura, this is my co-star, abigail. abigail, my girlfriend, laura." ross introduces us.

i smirk, "nice to meet you. i hope i wasn't interrupting anything?"

"of course you weren't." ross chuckles. "we were just practicing lines, but we were actually just finishing up. isn't that right, abigail?"

i see abigail's eyes widen when ross hints at her to leave. i grin, "oh really."

abigail shoots me an evil smirk. "yes actually. i was just on my way out. ross, i'll see you on set tomorrow."

ross opens and closes the door after her, rushing back to my side with a smile. "what are you doing here?"

i chuckle, "i missed you, and i couldn't stand being on bad terms. i just wanted to apologize."

ross smiles, cupping my cheeks in his hands. "i'm so lucky, did you know that?"

i pull his shirt closer towards me, pressing my lips against his. i lay my back on the bed, and he crawls on top of me. knowing what i wanted.

"fuck, i've missed you." he grins, sliding off my shirt, before smashing his lips against mine.