If She Gives You Her Heart Don't You Break It || Kate & Leo Oneshots

Kate (1).

Kate.

Oh my god. Where do I begin? She leaves me breathless, her touch is electric. Her voice, that accent, it's so lulling, so calming, so vulgar. There's a swear word in every one of her sentences, I swear. She just can't stop herself.

It's funny how someone could turn your life upside down in such a way. I never thought I would meet someone who could make me laugh so hard, or who could make me feel so loved.

This just sounds so jumbled... like a jumbled, unintelligible mess of words but my feelings for her are exactly the same.

I know I can't have her. She's married with three kids, for god's sake. She doesn't want me. We've always been strictly platonic- Hollywood's golden friendship. But it hurts me when she cries and I love it when she's got that smile on her face, when her cheeks alight like summer's rosy apples. When the sun dapples on her soft skin in just the right way. When she-

Oh my god.

I'm in love with Kate Winslet.

I mean, I've known this for years. Since our first table read, since she first shook my hand, brushing her skirt as she sat down opposite me. Since I kissed her at sunset, our arms spread like eagles.

Free.

Since I pretended to draw her naked, since her hand slammed on the glass behind us, since we floated together in a tank, pretending I was dying. Since Mia was born, since her and Jim divorced since...

Well, since forever, I guess.

Forever is an eternity entwined with Kate.

I think I'm just rambling, but I need to clear my head. To write down what I feel about her without the pressure to share with anyone else. I know I should be honest with her but I'm afraid to ruin the beautiful thing we already have.

Kate is a tapestry of contradictions and complexities, a captivating enigma that keeps me endlessly intrigued. Her laughter echoes like cascading waves, filling the room with joy. Her sapphire eyes, a mesmerising blend of mystery and warmth, hold stories untold. She possesses an effortless grace that makes heads turn wherever she goes, yet remains down-to-earth and approachable. Silly.

Her presence alone commands attention, effortlessly stealing the spotlight. But behind the glamour and fame, there's a vulnerability that only a select few get to witness. (I'm one of them). She has a tender heart, always quick to offer comfort and support to those in need. Her empathy knows no bounds, and she carries the weight of the world with grace.

She's unafraid to be herself, unapologetically embracing her quirks and imperfections. Kate's unfiltered honesty is like a refreshing breeze in a world of pretence. She challenges me to embrace my true self, inspiring me to break free from the confines of societal expectations.

Her love for her family radiates like a beacon, illuminating the importance of connection and nurturing relationships. As a mother, she exudes strength and tenderness, a guiding force for her children. Her commitment to their well-being is unwavering, and it's a testament to the depth of her love.

I could go on and on, endlessly unravelling the layers of this remarkable woman. But one thing remains certain: my love for Kate is an irrevocable truth, a flame that burns brighter with each passing day.

I long to see her again. Each day without her is like an eternity spent wandering through a colourless void, longing for the vibrancy and warmth that only she can bring.

I sit in my dimly lit living room, the weight of Kate's absence heavy on my heart. The silence is suffocating, amplifying the ache within me. I long to hear her voice, to see her radiant smile lighting up the room. I long to hold her, to kiss her, to touch her. Each passing day without her felt like an eternity, an endless stretch of time devoid of colour and joy.

Restless, I rise from the couch and pace the room, my mind consumed by thoughts of her. My fingers clenched and unclenched, desperate for something to distract me from the overwhelming longing. I needed to take my mind off her, if only for a moment.

With determined steps, I made my way to the small bar tucked in the corner of the room. I grabbed a crystal glass and poured a generous measure of amber liquid, the strong scent immediately filling the air. I coughed. The cool surface of the glass provided a brief respite for my restless hands as I raised it to my lips, taking a sip.

But even as the liquid burned down my throat, I couldn't escape the yearning that permeated my being. The drink did little to ease the ache, for it was not her presence I craved but the vibrant energy she radiated, the warmth of her touch, and the depth of our connection.

I closed my eyes, willing her to appear before me, to bridge the distance that separated us. The memories flooded my mind- weekends in Rosarito, that initial handshake where our souls seemed to brush against each other, igniting a spark. The stolen sunset kiss, our arms outstretched like wings, free and unburdened.

She was a force of nature, capable of unravelling me with a single glance. Her absence left a void that no amount of distraction could fill. The world was duller without her, devoid of the vibrancy she effortlessly brought into my life.

I need to see her again, to be captivated by her presence. The thought of her reaching out, beaming as we walk through fields of gold, ignited a flicker of hope within me. It is a glimmer of possibility, a lifeline in the midst of this seemingly endless longing.

As I take another sip from the glass, I make a silent vow to myself-I will tell her that I love her, that she's the only person I want to love. For in her, I found a connection that transcended time and space. And no matter the challenges we faced, I knew that together, we could navigate the intricacies of love and longing, and perhaps, just perhaps, find solace in each other's arms once again.

As I stand there, lost in the depths of my thoughts, a sudden jarring noise shatters the tranquillity of the room. It is the unmistakable sound of my phone ringing, pulling me back to reality with an abrupt jolt.

I blink, my eyes adjusting to the harshness of the present moment. The fading remnants of my daydream about Kate dissipate, replaced by the stark reality of the room around me.

My phone sits on the coffee table, its screen illuminated with an incoming call. I hurriedly reach for it, my fingers fumbling in my eagerness to answer. The name displayed on the screen sends a surge of anticipation through my veins-it was Kate.

With a mix of excitement and trepidation, I swiped my thumb across the screen, accepting the call. The familiar sound of her voice spilled into my ear, a lifeline tethering me to her world.

"Leo," she says, her voice a mixture of urgency and vulnerability. "I... I need you." I heard her voice wobble, fading at the end. A light hiccup. She was crying.

Her words hang in the air, charging the atmosphere with electric energy. My heart skips a beat as a rush of emotions flood over me. This is the moment I had longed for, the connection I had yearned to rekindle. I just hope she's okay.

In that instant, I am snapped out of my reverie, no longer wandering through the hopeless void of longing. I am pulled back into the vibrant tapestry of life, where possibilities and challenges await. The weight of her need bears upon me, mingling with the intensity of my own longing.

The trance was broken, and now, there is action to take. I tighten my grip on the phone, determination coursing through my veins. The glass of liquid I had sought solace in moments ago became inconsequential, forgotten on the table.

With a resolute breath, I steady myself, ready to face whatever lay ahead. It was time to leave the confines of my solitary musings and answer her call-both figuratively and literally.

"Kate," I reply, my voice infused with a newfound resolve. "I'm here. What's wrong, why are you crying?"

She breaths. In, out. In again. "H-he cheated on me."

A stunned silence hangs in the air for a moment as her words sink into my consciousness. My mind races to comprehend the magnitude of what she had just revealed.

That asshole.

The shock coursed through my veins, leaving me momentarily speechless.I struggle to find my voice, my heart pounding with a mixture of concern and disbelief. In that vulnerable moment, her pain becomes my own, and an unyielding determination takes hold of me. Without hesitation, I muster the strength to respond.

"I'm on my way."