The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 45

Chapter 45

"What? No! Where is this even coming from?" I grip my head frustrated. "I chose you! And I would choose you every single time! But I broke Will's heart in doing so. The very least I can do is try and make things a little easier for him."

"You didn't choose me." His tone is low and cold. "Will made the decision for you when you told him the truth. You never said to him, 'I'm ending this with you because I want to be with Ross'. I was just your fuckin' consolation prize."

I feel like he's just slapped me.

"Screw you, Ross."

I storm into his bedroom, get my room key off the nightstand and head straight for the main door.

Ross is still standing where I left him.

"Where are you going? Running off back to Will?" he says bitterly from behind me.

I stop at the door.

"No, I'm just getting as far away as possible from you and your goddamn self-destruct button!"

I slam the door loudly behind me, then run to my room, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Look at us. Two minutes into our relationship and we're already fighting.

I just wish he could see things from my point of view. I'm not trying to hurt him, but I don't want to cause Will any more pain than I already have.

Is this going to be Ross and I? When it's good it's great and when it's bad it's really awful.

We never used to fight like this when we were younger.

But I guess back then, sex and passion weren't part of our relationship, and those two things can go a long way to flaring up arguments. I don't know, maybe we've just moved too fast together.

I'm in my bed, where I've been for the last hour and a half, staring blankly at the TV, stewing and crying over my fight with Ross.

I wonder if he's gone out with Simone and Denny?

Part of me wants to go and see him and sort this out. But I'm still majorly pissed off with him, and my pride just won't let me.

I've done nothing wrong so I'm definitely sitting this one out.

Adele suddenly starts to ring on my nightstand. I haven't checked my phone in days.

As I pick it up, I see there's a load of missed calls, voicemail messages and texts.

Will I'm guessing.

I'll deal with them later, because right now, Ross is calling me.

"You're calling me?" I say in 'still angry Laura' mode.

I'm not ready to forgive him just yet, even if him calling me is just so ridiculously sweet considering he's only down the hall. Well I hope he is.

"Well, you were massively pissed off at me for good reason," he adds quietly. "And I thought I'd try calling first, see how the land lies ... see if you've calmed down yet ... so have you?"

"What?"

"Calmed down."

"Maybe."

"Can I come and see you?"

"No." I grin.

"Why?"

"Because you're a dick, Ross Lynch."

"I know. But I'm a dick who's crazy in love with you ... if I said I was sorry would that make us okay?"

I sigh, keeping up the pretence of my anger, which disappeared the second he said 'crazy in love'.