Haphazardly | leon goretzka

Six: "So...Will I See You Again?"

It was now nine o'clock at night, and Leon was wandering the barren Munich streets with a bottle of red wine in his hands and Emilia by his side. They would occasionally take a sip out of the bottle, becoming more vulnerable to one another with every drink.

"I haven't told you today yet, but I think you look nice in your Kimmich kit," Leon complimented Emilia, staring into her eyes. "But, I think you'd look beautiful in a Goretzka shirt."

Emilia tore her gaze away from the handsome man, glancing down at the ground. She was embarrassed that Leon was being so straightforward with her.

"I've actually been thinking about buying a Goretzka kit, but to be honest with you, I didn't want to buy one and then have you switch teams on me."

"Oh, yes, that." Leon kicked a rock forcefully. He then tugged on his hair, handing the bottle to Emilia.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit a sore spot, Leon."

"No, it's not you, it's just that there's so much speculation, that the media attention is starting to get to me. I want to be able to focus on football, but reporters, my "friends," and even my family are questioning me on my decision for next summer. It's fine and all, but I still have another year; and if it is my last year at Schalke, I want to enjoy it, not constantly be worrying about my next move," Leon gushed, not expecting himself to open up to Emilia so much.

She handed him the bottle, as he seemed to have needed it in this exact moment. "I mean I've obviously never been in a situation like that before, but I'm sure it's difficult. I can't imagine having the whole world waiting for you to make a certain decision."

"It's not just that," Leon ran a hand through his curly hair. "I know that any decision I make, whether it's staying at Schalke, or going to Bayern, Barcelona, Liverpool, Arsenal, or so on, that I'm going to disappoint people no matter what. That's the part that really gets me. In my mind, it's not about the money. I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life; I just want to make the best choice for my career and be happy there. I just don't like the fact that I'm going to be disappointing people. It's a hard reality for me to cope with."

Suddenly, Leon felt arms wrap around his waist. He peered down and saw Emilia hugging him tightly.

Grinning, Leon hugged Emilia back, placing his chin on the top of her head. "This is nice," Emilia whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Leon giggled, an actual giggle, realizing that he was beginning to develop some type of feeling for Emilia.

Finally, she tore herself away from his warm body, and snatched the bottle out of his hands, sprinting down the street.

"Hey! Come back here!" Leon yelled, running after her.

Because he was so much taller than her, it didn't take long for him to catch up to Emilia. When he reached her, Leon grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around, but making sure he didn't spill any of the wine on her.

Leon set her back down on the ground; Emilia's big brown eyes staring up at him.

'Kiss her Leon!' He thought to himself, but the poor boy was too nervous to do anything. Eventually, after a few moments of quiet between the two, Emilia slipped her hand into Leon's larger one.

The pair continued strolling around the city, talking about anything and everything that popped into their heads.

"Can I ask you a controversial question?" Emilia questioned Leon, who was searching for a place to dispose of their now-empty bottle of wine.