The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 35

Chapter 35

I'm quick to my feet, following after him.

"Ross, wait," I call.

He stops just shy of the bedroom door, and turns back to face me. "Will you tell him today or not?"

I let out a light breath, wrapping my arms around myself. "I will tell him, but I can't today," I shake my head. "Not today. Please try to understand."

Moving forward, I reach for him, but he shakes his head, no.

The rejection from him hurts more than I ever realised it could.

He walks out of the bedroom heading for the main door.

"Don't leave like this, please," I say, desperation in my voice, catching hold of his hand from behind.

He stares down at my hand in his. The look on his face makes me let go.

"I'm not the other guy, Laura."

"I know, and I will tell him, I promise you."

He looks down at the floor. "Are you going to bring him to the show?"

I press my lips together. "I can't go to it and leave him and Simone here."

"No. I guess you can't." His tone is sardonic.

"Do you not want me to come to the show? I can make up some excuse why–"

"No. Bring him to the fuckin' show. I don't care."

Then it's like an like an invisible force field settles down in-between us.

"I'll do whatever's easiest for you, Ross."

"No you won't. Telling him the truth is what would be easiest for me." He gives me a firm stare.

I look away, ashamed that he's right. Right that I won't tell Will.

"Just do whatever you want, Laura. I don't give a shit anymore."

Then he's gone and the door is slamming behind him, and I'm left alone, knowing I have to pull myself together and go downstairs to face Will. To act like everything is okay, when it couldn't be any further from okay.

I glance down at the two bracelets on my wrist from the two men I love.

Now I just have to figure out which one I'm going to take off.

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The show is insanely good.

Ross, Denny and Tom are on top form – Ross most of all. It's the last show of the European tour and he is making sure they finish on a high.

I haven't seen Ross since this morning. He's avoiding me for obvious reasons.

I know it's hurting him Will being here, and I hate it. I can't stand the thought of Ross being in pain in general, but when it's because of me it's a thousand times worse.

I wish I could make it better for him. But right now I feel like I'm caught between a rock – Ross – and a hard place – Will.

For a change, I'm out front watching the show with Will and Simone. I thought it would be better than stage side for obvious reasons, and Stuart very kindly sorted me out some fantastic seats for the three of us.

We're seated close to the stage with a clear view of the guys, and well maybe saying seated is wrong because Simone and I haven't sat down since the show started.

It's hard not to fall into the pull of the show, because Ross and the guys are on fire.

I'm just glad I wore my floral print cami top and blue denim skirt as it's crazy hot in here tonight.