Deluded// Leonardo DiCaprio *FINISHED*

Regrets

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I've updated the previous chapter as I thought it needed some redoing so you guys should check that out! ~ Molly❤️

*Vic's pov*

He kissed me on the lips, and said "good morning, beautiful."
It's funny how such a small, insignificant comment like that can instantly make your day. And that's why I'm so grateful for Leo. He makes my day better, he makes my life better. He's always there for me when I need him, he's always a shoulder to cry on, he's loyal and faithful, he would never hurt me. I couldn't ask for anyone better to be my fiancé.

"Good morning," I said, half yawning. I settled and smiled at the sight that I had woken up to.
"How was your sleep?" He asked.
"Perfect. How was yours?" I said, smiling.
"Good, thank you. Up for some breakfast?" He offered. I smirked and followed as he pulled me up from the bed and led me downstairs to the kitchen.

"Now..." He said, searching the cupboards. "Waffles? Pancakes? Coco pops?" He turned to face me, still holding the cupboard, awaiting an answer.
"Hmm..." I said out loud. "Coco pops." I said with a smirk.
Leo nodded and started pouring our coco pops. After a few minutes he handed me a bowl and we both sat down on the couch and turned on the TV to eat our breakfast. The time was somehow 12:36 already, and when the TV turned on, the film Romeo and Juliet appeared on screen.
"I'll turn over..." I laughed nervously, reaching for the remote.
"No, no, it's fine" Leo chuckled. "I don't mind, if that's what you'd like to watch."
I sheepishly smiled, and put the remote back on my lap.
It was awkward. I didn't know why, but it felt different. As if we were teenagers on a first date or something. We had spent all these years, in Greece, on our trip to London, and now in our apartment in L.A feeling so comfortable with each other, feeling as if we could have been a married couple... And now, after one night without Leo, it's all changed. I wonder what happened last night? Where he went? Something must've happened to give him a change of heart.

"Leo?" I said shyly.
"Vic?" He said, mimicking me.
"Where did you go last night?"

*Leo's pov*

"Where did you go last night?" She asked.

Panic immediately hit me, like being struck by lightening, and I could feel my eyes widen. What do I say? I was hoping to forget about the events of last night, but now this question has been brought up there's no way of avoiding it.

To a meeting? No. Not at 12 at night.
To a friend's house? No.
What could I say?!

She was looking at me expectantly, with her head cocked, and one leg crossed over he other. I felt extremely intimidated, which was a first for me, especially as I was the famous actor out of the two of us.

I realized at that moment, that I really liked Vic. As soon as I saw her: that golden blonde, curly hair; the bright blue eyes; her gorgeous figure. I don't know what I was thinking last night, I would never be into Kate. I am in love with Vic, of course I am.
Whatever happened last night was out of my control, I'd had too many drinks and I wasn't thinking straight. At that moment even a cow would have seemed attractive to me.

I could see that Vic was becoming increasingly impatient, so I decided to speak up and say whatever came into my head.

"To the bar." I said.
"To the bar?"
"Yes," I insisted. "To play... Pool."
"To play pool." She repeated, again.
"Yes. Can't a man go to to bar to play pool anymore?" I cried.
We both laughed. "Of course you can." She said, returning her focus to the film.
Phew.

*vic's pov*

A couple of hours later, Leo returned from his Titanic interview hot and bothered. It was at least 30degrees outside, so I was hot too.

I heard the door open. "Hey, hon." He called, out of breath.
"Hi!" I yelled back. I was sat on the couch reading Ok! magazine when he came in, jacket in hand, and slumped onto the couch opposite me.

"You okay?" I asked.
He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Fine." He stated.
"Don't look like it." I sighed, putting down my magazine.

"And what would you know?" He said, positioning his body so he was directly facing me.
"Well I'm sorry Leo, but I know you and I can tell when you're not 'fine'!" I said, using air quotes with my fingers when I said 'fine'.
"Yeah yeah, you think you know me!" He yelled, standing up from his seat on the couch and running his hand through his sweaty hair. "You think you know me, Vic, but you don't! Okay? Can't you stop being such a fat whore and just love me?!" He was turning red with anger, and I was becoming increasingly more frightened.

"All I have ever done is be there for you Leo! Even on the first day we met, my friends all told me not to go on that date and I did! I gave you a chance! And if you can't see how much I love you then you can GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I shouted, my eyes brimming with tears.
"What did you say to me?!" He yelled.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!" I screamed.

He drew his arm back, his hands in a fist, ready to punch me. I fell back onto the sofa, and I just sat there, breathless, much like a ball of crumpled up paper, I suppose. Weak, helpless. As he realized what he was about to do, his face looked as if he had just killed someone. He just stared at me, tears in his eyes. I suppose that must have been hard for him, not being man enough to actually hit me. That must have downed his alpha-male status for him. He must have felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry," He breathed, as he ran his hand through his hair, and stormed past me and out of the door.

I couldn't even look at him. I just looked straight ahead, tears rushing down my face, at the 22-year-old Leonardo on TV killing himself over Juliet. I had never imagined him to be that angry before, especially not at the woman he supposedly 'loved'.