Raura [ON HOLD]

Laura's POV

I'm in my room nervously waiting for Ross to show. Is he gonna show? Of course he is...........is he?

My finger is curling a strand of my hair, and I'm biting my lip.

Today I wore light blue-ripped jeans, white converse, a red and black unbuttoned flannel with a white shirt under and I left my hair alone. Natural.

I like it like that.

I wore some light make up and I subconsciously put the 'R' ring on again.

It's barely 3:10 pm but I'm going crazy. Is he gonna show?? Ughhh.

I had planned this perfectly though. Nobody was home today but me. David had a conference today for Big Machine Records and his family had to be there.

And Ness was out looking for a job. We are going to try to pay Calum and his parents back.

Hahaha I know I'm laughing too.

I hear a knock on the door downstairs and my heart skips a beat... Is it him?

I race downstairs, compose myself then open the door.

Ross is there, leaning against the door frame. He has his guitar over his shoulder and a hand behind his back. He looks at me smiling.

He's wearing a black beanie, a plain white tee, black jeans and black converse.

"Hi." I say, shakily. He looks so hot.

"Hey." He says, revealing the hand behind his back, "Sorry I'm late, I was getting this for you."

He was holding a red rose.

I took it, speechlessly. I blush like crazy, "It's....so beautiful! Thank you Ross..no one had ever given me a flower before." I smile, shakily.

"Well, it's an honor to be the first guy to give you a flower. I know I won't be the last... I promise you that." He smiles.

I blush again, and put the rose up to my nose and sniff the beautiful smell.

We stare at each other for a while and Ross finally says, "Are ya gonna let me in? Or should I bust out my John Lennon skills right here?"

"Oh! Right.." I giggle, opening the door for him.

"Like you could play as good as Lennon." I say under my breath as he walks by me.

"What was that?" He turns to me, smirking.

"Nothing." I smile up at him.

He doesn't believe me, I can tell, but he just shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

He looks around at the place. "This is a pretty sick house." He says eyeing the flat screen.

"Yeah.. Calum's family is really nice. Like really." I laugh, heading for the kitchen.

I feel him following me and it's driving me nuts. What's he looking at? The house? My head? My feet? My butt? Gah!

In the kitchen I find an old yellow vase, I fill it with water and put the rose in, setting it on the table.

"Hey.. That's my favorite color." Ross says, looking at the vase.

"What? Yellow?" I ask.

"Yeah.." He says, smiling at the vase.

"Mine is red." I say, looking at the rose.

"Oh then I guess that represents us." He says, jokingly.

"What?" I ask confused.

"Yeah, the beautiful rose and the boring vase represent us.. Kinda.."

"You think I'm beautiful?" I ask him, smiling.

"Absolutely." He responds.

I smile, blushing.... "Well I think the vase is pretty cute."

"You do?" He asks, getting closer to me.

A little too close.

"Yeah..." I whisper, my breath extremely shaky.

We are inches apart, when I say, "Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

I walk around him awkwardly and move to the fridge, my hand on the handle.

"No, thanks." He says, half smiling.

"Okay well.. I'm going to get my guitar from my room.." I say walking up stairs.

"Can I come?" He asks.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Totally." I say.

We walk to my room and Ross says, "Woah.. This.. This is your room?"

"Yup." I say smiling.

He runs straight to my records, then CD's, then to the piano and out the balcony.

I laugh. He is too cute.

I grab my guitar and walk out to the balcony with him.

"You are seriously the coolest girl ever."  He finally says.

I look up at him, blushing yet again. He isn't looking at me though.. he's looking straight ahead.

"Thanks." I smile, "You're pretty cool yourself."

I reach for the rail, and my hand accidentally touches Ross'.

We look at each other and freeze.

"Uh.. Sorry." I say, looking up at him and pull my hand away.

"Don't be." He says, looking at me.

I half smile at him, and he does the same.

I turn back towards my room and Ross does the same.

"So where are we playing.." He asks.

"Well we could play here.. Or.." I race out of my room laughing and Ross follows me running as well.

"Where are we going?" He asks, chuckling.

"You'll see." I say looking back at him and winking.

I slide down the railing of the stairs and Ross does the same.

I walk towards the basement and open the door.

"After you." I smile.

"Yeah.. Uh..how do I know you're not a serial killer?" He asks, looking at me and raising an eyebrow.

I laugh and push him in. "You don't."

Once he sees the studio he smiles, "You got a studio as well, except yours is in the basement."

"Yeah." I smile wide.

"Awesome! Well let's get started." He says sitting in a chair.

I sit across for him, and nod.

Ross starts teaching me a few chords, then tells me about merging minor and major chords.

He then teaches me about individual notes and the difference between playing with a pick and with your fingers.

This is a lot of fun. Ross is a great teacher.

After an hour of strumming, I tell Ross, "Do you wanna take a break and just jam?"

He grins and nods, "Thought you'd never ask."

We run into the studio and I sit at the piano there. Ross remains on the guitar.

I get my new songbook out and show him the song I've been working on.

He reads through the page and looks up at me.

"Woah.." He says, "You are really talented."

"Thank you." I say blushing, "Wanna play it?"

"Nope." He tells me, grabbing the book from my hands and tossing it behind him.

"Hey!" I tell him jokingly and stand to get my book.

As I'm walking past him, I feel an arm around my waist pull me to a stop.

My breathing stops, and ginormous butterflies appear in my belly.

I look down and see Ross staring at me with amused eyes.

I smile big, let out a squeal and say, "Stop! I'm extremely ticklish."

"Well in that case.." He says getting up and attacking my ribs with tickles.

I start laughing uncontrollably and Ross does the same.

I keep try to slap his hands away, with no luck.

I laugh so hard I fall to the ground.

Ross freezes and starts, "Laura I'm sorry I didn't mean to.."

"It's fine." I interrupt him. "Please just help me up?" I say coldly.

"Yeah." He says nervously and puts his arms out for me.

I grab his arm and pull him down.

He falls and says, "Ow! Laura!"

I start cracking up.

"Wait were you faking it?" He asks confused.

"Of course I was. Ross, it's okay. Really. I don't give a fuck that I fell. I had fun." I say, smiling at him.

He smiles too, and gets up. He gives me his hand and pulls me up.

"Okay..now can you tell me why we can't sing my new song? Or why you touched my book? Or why I can't go get my book? " I question him.

"Simple. Jam sessions are suppose to be spontaneous, ya know? We should just make random stuff up. Nothing planned." He says.

"Well.. I guess you're right." I finally say. "Just let me pick my book up and we'll get started."

"Cool." He replies.

When we're finally ready to jam, I ask, "So how are we gonna do this?"

"Just..feel a melody and go with it. Loosen up. No bad ideas." He smiles.

"Kay. I can do that. Is that how you write R5's songs with your band?" I ask

"Pretty much." He says, looking at his guitar.

It gets quiet and I have no idea what to do.

I look over at Ross, who is still looking at his guitar.

I'm about to open my mouth again, when Ross starts strumming.

I automatically start bobbing my head, it's a catchy tune.

Ross looks up at me briefly and smiles.

I smile in return.

Suddenly some chords come into my head that would go great with Ross' melody.

I start playing the piano and then Ross starts bobbing his head.

Before I know it, Ross starts singing.

'Cause I,
Know,
A summer time vacation song,

And you,
Know,
Wherever we go you'll be singing along like:

Wow. Just wow. His voice is enchanting and incredibly beautiful. I start to feel the butterflies threatening my belly again.

He looks up at me and I start singing the first thing that pops in my head.

Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.

We spent the rest of the day making short songs like that and laughing our heads off.

As the day starts to fade away I say, "Okay. I think that's it for today. It's getting late."

"Aww CMON! One more song!" He pouts.

"Nope. Les go!" I say.

He starts to sing and I put my finger on his soft pink lips.

When I'm sure he won't sing, I pull my finger away and he says, "Nice ring."

"Oh! Uhh... Yeah thanks." I reply hiding the finger behind my back.

Hopefully he didn't see the letter on it.

"What does the 'R' stand for?" He asks.

Shit.

"It..umm..it stands for...Rock N' Roll. My favorite type of music." I say quickly.

He eyes me suspiciously, but finally says, "Cool, that's my favorite too."

"Awesome. Well c'mon. Let's go upstairs and eat." I say walking out.

He follows me up the stairs with his guitar over his shoulder and we head for the kitchen.

I begin to open the fridge, when his hand pushes the door and it closes again.

I look up at him, confused.

"You uh.. Wanna go out for dinner?" He asks shakily, and playing with his guitar strap.

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Author's Note

Hey guys! Just a quick shout out to @yestiles for her story, "The Name's Ross" Honestly, they have one of the best Raura stories I've read in a while. Go check it out. <3