How Much You Mean To Me - A Leonetta Fanfic

How Much You Mean To Me

When I think back at the fight today, I can't help wondering how we ended up here. But then considering how much time we've known each other, it was not really a surprise. It's been two months since we've first met and two months since we were together, Leon and I. I was thinking that maybe he and I rushed into getting a relationship.

But the thing was, even if I did think that, I wouldn't change a thing about it. I love the guy. It may have been two months since we've known each other but it felt like I've known him forever.

That thought made me think back at our first meeting. That time was forever etched in my mind. It was the first day I attended the On Beat Studio. In that room, waiting for the teacher to come, there were many students. And among all these students, my eyes were drawn to only one person: a boy with hazel eyes. When his eyes met mine, he'd smiled at me and I'd smiled back. At that moment, it was like something was forged between him and me. A kind of link.

A connection.

Our second meeting was outside the studio, in front of a shop, the next day. The day before, I was so lost in my thoughts - of course, thinking about Leon - that I lost my way and found myself in some kind of a park, looking at a lake. There was nothing special about the place but I don't know somehow it got to me and suddenly my perception changed and the view turned out to be one of the most beautiful views I had ever seen. Sort of magical.

As this dawned on me, something else did: I wanted to look at this view with Leon by my side.

And that was what I did. The next day I met him in front of that shop, I took him there and told him what I felt when I saw that place a day earlier. He nodded and said, "Yeah, I feel the same way."

And as I saw him standing there, by that bench, staring at the lake, I realised I had given my heart to him and I had no idea when. And I didn't care. I was in love with Leon.

And just then I felt it again. The connection. Not that it was gone but this time . . . it was stronger. Deeper. And I asked myself: was I the only one feeling it?

Leon turned his head towards me and when our eyes met, I got the answer to my question - I could read it in his eyes.

I raised one finger, then four and then three.

One. Four. Three.

I. Love. You.

I wanted to let Leon know how I felt but he wasn't saying anything and he was just staring at me. I don't know how long I stayed like this, my hand and three fingers up. Receiving no response, I started to lower my hand when he reached out and grabbed it.

He stared into my eyes for several seconds before he lowered his head, closed his eyes, kissed my knuckles. He then raised his eyes to mine, locking our gazes and he said something that somehow I already knew but was really happy when the words came out of his mouth.

"I love you too."

Afterwards, as we held each other, sitting on the bench, staring at the lake, we talked about the connection we felt, about our relationship that we were going to take step by step, about . . . well, stuff, you know.

I love Leon and I don't want to be apart from him. But as I remember the harsh words we've both thrown at each other, I fear that's exactly what's going to happen.

I don't know what came over me this morning. I just saw Leon talking with Lara and . . . I don't know. I think I snapped or something and I don't even know why - Leon talks to Lara everytime and it has never bothered me before. What was different this morning? Why did I say those things to him?

The more I thought about the fight, the more I was beginning to feel guilty for being rude and cruel to Leon. The thing was I didn't mean a thing I said to Leon - so why the hell did I say it, you ask? I don't know.