Silver or Gold ( A Victurri Novel )

Ouch

"Oh my head." I groan, running my fingers through my hair. 

A dull ache pulses from the back to the front of my skull. I must have hit my head when I fell last night.

 The ground has become quite an acquaintance lately...

 It just can't get enough of me, I guess.

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"What do you think you're doing?" Victor's voice comes from behind me.

"Huh?" I look up, my fingers entwined in the laces of my skates.

"Who told you you could skate? You don't look like a skater, you look like a piggy." He gestured towards my stomach and thighs.

"Until you lose the weight, you don't get to skate." 

Cruel. 

It rhymed too.

"B- but-" I begin, knowing skating would eventually help me get the weight off.

"Shhhh!" Victor winks and places a finger over his lips, reaching out with his free hand and lifting my chin up. 

He leans in, his nose brushing mine.

"Listen, Yuri." He whispers, his breath tickling my face. "Lose the fat, or I'll make sure you never touch the ice again. Got it?" 

Wh- what?! 

Is that a threat?!?

"Uh... Okay." I gasp, my voice weak.

Should I be offended?

My idol just called me a pig!

By the time I get my skates back off, Victor is on the ice, skating gracefully from the other side to the middle, his arms slightly out from his sides, eyes closed peacefully. 

I can't take my eyes off of him. 

His silver hair is gleaming in the morning light pouring through the large windows at the top of the arena.

He poses and gently positions his fingers to look soft and sensitive. 

"Yuuuuri," he starts, voice snarky and bright.

"Stop staring and start running." He says, eyes still closed. He holds his pose and opens one eye to look at me. 

AAH!

"Y- Yeah, okay!" I get up and run over to my bag, lacing on my tennisshoes.

"A-hem!" 

He did NOT just 'ahem' at me! 

"Be a good little piggy and press play for track four, will you, Yuri?" He asks, taunting me. 

I walk over and search through his phone for the track. 

WAIT- This is his PHONE!

I'm touching Victor's phone! 

Starting the song, I go to set the phone down, but it reverts to his homescreen. 

I see a picture of a man as his background.... A tie is around his head, a bottle of champagne in his hand, and his pants hang losely on his hips... are they undone?!

I can't tell.

The man is facing the other way, eyes hidden by the tie. 

Why does that tie look familiar?

Huh. Strange.

Does that mean Victor has a...

Boyfriend...?

Why does my heart feel sick?