Chapter 25

                                    

                                          
A/n: I'm really happy this book already has 4k reads and over 700 votes. I mean this book is shit. how do I still have readers😂😂
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"Hey," Viktor whispers, shaking my shoulder with his hand. I groan and stuff my face into his chest.
                          
"Whaaaat." I respond. He laughs and places a kiss on the top of my head.
                          
"It's morning." He says. I open my eyes slightly expecting to see the living room from when we fell asleep on the couch last night but instead see Viktor's bedroom. I rub my eyes and make a confused face. 
                          
"Why are we in here?" I ask. He smiles down at me. 
                          
"Last night it got really cold in the living room and you were shivering.." He says, chuckling. "You kept on snuggling closer and closer to me and I kept holding you tighter and tighter but you were still just so cold. It was honestly adorable." 
                          
"And then?" I ask, still half asleep.
                          
"I carried you in here."
                          
I feel my face heat up at the thought and stuff my face into the pillow, trying not to but not being able to help the smile the falls over my face.
                          
"O-okay." 
                          
He sighs before opening his mouth to speak. "The doctor told me yesterday that I shouldn't have you skate today," he says, closing his eyes. "So what do you want to do?"
                          
I pout. "Aw, but I want to practice. I'm.." I say, trailing off. "I'm fine." I start to crawl up and off the bed but am stopped when two large, muscular arms wrap around my waist and pull me back. My face heats up and I squeak. 
                          
"V-Viktor!" I say, struggling. He has my back pressed against his chest and a huge smile on his face. "Let me go, I'm fine.." 
                          
"No way." He whispers into my ear. My eyes widen at his soft tone and I bite my lip, a blush covering my cheeks. "Doctor said no. And so do I."
                          
I stop struggling and sit there in his hold, finding myself leaning into the touch. I rest the back of my head against his shoulder and close my eyes, sighing.
                          
"Viktor." I say lightly, exhaling a large breath.
                          
"Yes, moye solntse?" 
                          
"I really need to practice. I already screw up at every performance I participate in, I just want to at least try not to do awful at this one." I bite my lip and feel him kiss below my ear. My eyes widen and I close my eyes.
                          
Suddenly I feel him flip me over and pin me down on the bed. He stares into my eyes with a soft yet stern expression and I stare back. 
                          
"Viktor.." I whisper, confusion laced into my quiet tone. I feel his grip on my shoulder get a little tighter and he looks down, covering his eyes with his hair.
                          
"Don't talk like that." 
                          
"But it's true." I respond, feeling a lump form in my throat. 
                          
"No, Yuri!" He says, looking into my eyes. I gasp at the look of pure determination in his eyes and he grits his teeth. "Why haven't you realized? Why won't you realize?"
                          
"W-what?"
                          
"You changed my life, Yuri!" He yells, breathing heavily. "Talking badly about yourself like that.." He closes his eyes and clenches his hands into fists on my shoulders. "You're wrong! I've never been so inspired by someone's skating in my entire life. You changed my life from hell all the way to heaven, Yuri," he finishes, staring deep into my eyes. My eyes are wide and I can feel my heart racing.
                          
"I.. I did?" I ask, confusion lingering in my voice. 
                          
"Yes, Yuri. You." 
                          
I close my eyes and clutch onto the bedsheets underneath me, biting my lip. Just thinking everything through.
                          
"Yuri, darling, listen to me." He whispers, leaning down next to my ear, barely hovering over my body. 
                          
"Mmm." I respond, clutching tighter onto the sheets beneath me. 
                          
"Why don't you believe in yourself?"
                          
I feel tears threatening to spill but I hold them down, biting my bottom lip. 
                          
"I don't know." I say, my voice cracking. 
                          
"Yes you do."
                          
Memories from my childhood and all the people who bullied me flow through my brain. All the people who told me I wasn't good enough, who pushed my against the ground or threw sand from the sandbox into my eyes. Or the boys who put tacks into my shoes and the girls who pushed me down while I'd skate.
                          
I remembered all of them. I never forgot. All of the weight comments that were thrown at me or about how hopeless I was. 
                          
But as I'm laying here, feeling Viktor's warmth radiating off onto me I can't help but feel secure. 
                          
So why can't I tell him? Why can't I just tell him why?
                          
"No I don't." I respond, trying my hardest to sound believable. 
                          
"Do you not trust me?" He asks, hurt obvious in his tone. My breath halters for a moment before I let it out. 
                          
"Viktor, I do." I say, barely being able to control my tears. "I just.. I can't talk about it. I'm sorry."
                          
He stays silent for a moment and I put my arm around his back, pulling him towards me. His arms give out slightly and he lays down on top of me, hugging me tight to him.
                          
"Even after I told you about me?" He says.
                          
I close my eyes and let out a breath, waiting a couple seconds before opening my mouth.
                          
"Okay, Viktor. W-when I was younger-"
                          
"Yuri," he whispers lightly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of tried to force you."
                          
He gets up off of me and is about to get off the bed when I grab his wrist and pull him back down to where he was. His eyes are wide with shock and I can feel his hot breath on my neck again. 
                          
"I will tell you someday.. But I just can't it off my chest today. Okay, baby?" I whisper. He falls silent for a couple moments before finally responding. 
                          
"Okay."
                          
"Thank you." I say. He then says something that makes my heart beat faster and my face unconsciously hold a smile.
                          
"Just like you're waiting for me.. I'll wait for you."