Yurio x Reader A Week in November

Part XV

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Three days later, the plane to Italy was packed with my fellow skaters and random strangers.

Isn't it strange that all these people, who will most likely never see each other again, are all packed together in a small space and just happen to all be going to the same place at the same time. It is just like that one mystery I read by that one really famous author.

It was dark, really dark outside, so dark in fact, that you couldn't see anything except for the light raindrops that floated gracefully down the wide screen of the window.

I hope that we can see the stars sometime later. When we get far enough from the city. That is the only problem with such large cities. They may be beautiful, but they pollute our sky.

"Can you shut the hell up!" Yuri yells from the row in front of me

Beside me was a half awake Nordan; that separated me from Phichit, who was happily playing on his phone.

"Why don't you shut up for once," I shoot at Yuri as his blonde head came up from it's small seat and turned to growl at me

"Sir," The flight attendant politely called," Please sit back down." She then handed him a bag of peanuts. She tried to give me some, but I politely denied.

"Come on Yuri, we only have one hour left together, before we go our separate ways to our own hotel rooms."

"Whatever," Yuri waves me off as he sits back into his seat and puts on his earbuds and puts on his music at 100 volume. I could hear a tiny bit of the rock music blasting through his earbuds.

I listened carefully until I eventually fell asleep myself.

The next day I layed in my bed with my headphones on playing soft music as I waited for something, anything to happen. It is Aprilia's birthday and I would really like to forget about my mother and her new family.

"Ugh," I roll of my bed with my tight, black leggings for skating and white tee with my favorite show's name spelled across the front in black print.

My phone started ringing as on cue, so I stood up and saw my mother's name illuminated on my cell.

"Like hell I am answering," I slide the little red circle left and go to my contacts and select her contact, "Actually now that I am free. I am never responding again." I hit the block contact button and fist bump the air.

"Took you long enough," I heard Nordan at the door, "Thought you'd never do it."

"I can now that I have a family again," I respond, "I'll miss you, coach."

"Not as much as I'll miss you," Nordan smiles softly, "Yurio and Yakov will take amazing care of you."

"I know," I sigh, "Yuri is a good guy... I guess."

"You are so in love with him," Nordan says, "Don't do it sweetheart. You're way too young to know that pain and where are going to live when he breaks up with you?"

"I do not like him like that!" I yell, "He is such a pig."

"Sure kiddo," Nordan says as she grabs her bag and leaves the room to go shopping again

I eventually pick myself up from the floor and turn on my Spotify library and start singing along to the lyrics as I unpack my bags and placing them into the large dresser.

It was beyond sunny outside as I could tell from the bright light shining through my yellow curtains.

Thank goodness that Yuri and Yakov are staying in another hotel this time. It was freaky enough last time. This time we have Yuuri sharing a room with Phichit on the floor above us. Phichit wanted to see the finales and spend some quality time with me because, well, it has been a good while since I have last seen him and I was not happy when I was forced to leave by my mother's order.

I finished unpacking and went to the door grabbing my phone on the way and my earbuds. I passed by the lobby and then I finally hit the streets of Italy. I can only decipher a little of Italian because I can speak French, but from what I know I might as well be lost if I don't pay attention to the streets. The people around me were all happy and giddy, skipping around and laughing. I laughed too and moved through the streets without care and watching the happy citizens of Rome.

Hours later after touring through the city, I finally managed to pull myself off the streets and back to the hotel, where I lay on the bed once again with my phone laying on my stomach, my right arm across my waist with my left holding onto the headboard, and my legs overlapping each other making an X shape.

"Hmm," I smile, "That was a nice break."