𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || 𝐋.𝐆
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Summary: You and Leon recently broke up and you're not quit over it yet
Pairing: Leon Goretzka x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: angst? slight mentions of alcohol
a/n the imagine is based on the song 'The very first night' by Taylor Swift. I'm not completley happy with this but I guess I just need to get back into writing again. Also please keep in mind that english is not my first language, so sorry if made some mistakes. I'm always happy about feedback :)
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You took another sip of the sparkling drink in your glass, scanning the room for someone you know. The red lipstick on your lips, left a small stain on the glass. Some waiter gave it to you as soon as you stepped into the party venue. The company you are working at threw a party to celebrate it's 50th Birthday. When you finally spotted, your favorite co-worker, Janet, a smile appeared on your face as you walked over to her.
"Hey sweetie I'm glad you're finally here I just stopped talking to Louis from the IT team and trust me boring is an understatement here.", she greeted you as soon as you approached her. A small chuckle escaped your lips, knowing exactly how boring and confusing conversation with Louis could get if you had no Idea about IT stuff.
"Hi, you won't believe how happy I was after I saw your face between all these rich old men." you confessed with a smile on your face. Janet really was one of your favorite people ever. You two shared the same humor and lots of your interests.
Soon, Andy and Sarah from the department you and Janet are working at joined you two. You talked about a lot of stuff, but mainly you were gossiping about the people at the Party. The four of you sat down at some table, drinking two or three more glasses of the expensive champagne. You were having a blast laughing at almost everything your friends told you.
"Y/n I'm glad to see you laugh like that again. I know that it isn't easy to end a long-term relationship. Especially since we know how much you loved Leon" Sarah said smiling. You almost chocked on the champagne you were drinking, when she said his name.
Leon.
He hasn't crossed your mind once the whole night, well at least as soon as you stepped into the party venue. You tried to put on a convincing smile as you spoke up.
"Yeah, the entire break up wasn't easy for me, but it gets better each day." surprisingly, your words actually sounded convincing. If you didn't know better, you would probably even believe yourself.
"I'm so proud of you, love. You're handling this break up like a boss. By the way, if you think you are ready to move on, I think the son of our boss thinks you're pretty cute. He's been looking at you all night." Janet stated, winking at you.
Shaking your head at Janet , you excused yourself from your friends. You were in desperate need of fresh air after this conversation. Thankfully, the venue had a pretty big balcony with a stunning view all over Munich.
As soon as you stepped onto the balcony, you were greeted by the cold night breeze. You walked over to the barricade, looking at the beautiful skyline of Munich. It didn't take you long to spot the Allianz Arena, which was light up completely in red. A soft smile made its way onto your face as you got lost in thoughts. Memories of Leon and you were starting to play in your head.
"I think we look so cute", you said, laughing, while you looked at the small Polaroid picture in your hand. Leon had one arm around your waist as he looked down at you smiling brightly, while you had one hand on his chest laughing wholeheartedly. A friend of yours took the picture of you at her New Year's Day party. She wrote "Cutest couple of 2019" on it, after it finally developed.
"I'm not saying we don't look cute. I just don't think we're the cutest couple of 2019. Like I feel honored, but just 2019?" he said, glancing at the note under the picture.
"You're right, were the cutest couple ever", a hick up followed your statement. You definitely had one or two drinks too much.
"Yeah, you're right about that." Leon responded and gave your drunk self an amused look.
A small tear fell down your cheek. Back then, you never thought you would ever be without him again. You really thought he was the one.
Now you were out here on some random balcony at some dumb party crying about memories the two of you shared. While your friends were inside thinking that you slowly start to move on, but the truth is that you still miss him more than words can explain.
If you're honest with yourself, you don't think you will never not miss him. How could you when you still loved him. The break-up came just as unexpected as your feelings for each other. Leon and you hung out sometimes due to mutual friends, but when you got to know each other better, you both fell fast and hard for each other.
Everyone around you was shocked when they found out the two of you broke up. To be honest, you were shocked too. Neither of you did something wrong. You also didn't really fell out of love. Things just changed between you, the comfortable silence become awkward. Going on dates felt forced. Watching shows together in the evening turned into an excuse not to talk to each other. You started to work longer. He started spending more time in the gym. You never stopped loving him, but the relationship just didn't feel right anymore. He felt the same way, so you decided to break things off.
You wiped your tears away, deciding to go back inside as you started to freeze. The party mood was long as Leon basically terrorized your mind right now, so you decided to go home. You excused yourself from your friends. Janet gave you an unsure look, but you assured her you were just tired because you had a busy day.
Back home, you basically threw your heels in the corner and put on your cozy slippers. You went into the kitchen to get yourself some water. Just as you leaned against the counter looking at your kitchen, tears started to build up in your eyes, as you remember the night you shared your first kiss with Leon.
"The Lasagna already smells amazing", you stated, as you took in the delicious smell of the food that was cooking in your oven.
Before Leon could even respond, your favorite song started to play.
"Oh my god, that is literally my favorite song ever." you squealed and started to sing along. It took you by surprise when Leon grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him.
"May I have this dance?", he asked charmingly with a smirk on his face. Overwhelmed by the whole situation, you just nodded. You two started to dance through the kitchen. Both having huge smiles plastered on your faces. When the song was finished you looked at Leon smiling brightly. Leon's eyes softened as he looked at you. Once again, he pulled you closer to him, his hand finding its way to your cheek as his face came closer to yours.
A few seconds later, you could feel his lips on yours. Your heart was hammering against your chest as you lost yourself in the kiss. The butterflies danced around in your stomach, just like you did in your kitchen just a few moments ago. You couldn't describe what you were feeling, but you are pretty sure there aren't even words for your overflow of emotions right now.
A loud sob escaped your lips as you stormed out of the kitchen. You felt like you were about to throw up. As soon as you stepped out of the kitchen, you could finally breathe again. At least until you could practically see Leon chasing you down the hallway after you played some dumb prank on him. Your laughs echoing through the room. Just like that, you could feel your throat tighten again. You slid down the wall next to you as you started having a complete meltdown. Why couldn't you just go back to the very first night you met Leon?
You woke up with your eyes burning, a big headache and basically your whole body hurting. Realizing you fell asleep on your hallway floor, you cringed. Leon was probably already moving on, while you slept in your hallway after the breakdown you had because of him. Deciding you need a shower, you got up and went to your bathroom.
As soon as stepped itp the bathroom, you took a look in the mirror. You looked horrible. Well, horrible was an understatement. Your hair was a complete mess and your makeup was completely smudged. Mascara was basically all over your face, and your red lipstick made you look like the jokers sad twin sister. Your eyes were also still puffy from all the crying last night.
After a long, nice shower, you finally relaxed again as you sat on your couch in your favorite sweater. As painful as last night was, you were glad you had that breakdown. You needed to move on, even though you still missed Leon, it couldn't go on like this. Grabbing your car keys, you got up and went to your car. You put on your driving playlist and just started to drive. Singing along to all your favorite songs filled you with ease and happiness. While you were driving you noticed a beautiful landscape, a small lake surrounded by lots of trees and a big meadow. You pulled over, deciding to take a walk there.
As you grabbed your water bottle from the passenger seat, you noticed a picture on the floor of your car. It wasn't just some picture, it was the Polaroid picture. After you picked it up from the floor, you looked at every single detail. A sad smile on your face, seeing how happy you looked. How happy you were back then.
You put the picture in the pocket of your jacket, planning on throwing it into the next trash can you saw. Even though you knew exactly how much it would pain you to do so, you knew it was for the better. Just as you were about to get out of the car, your phone started ringing. The number wasn't saved to your contacts, but you knew exactly that it was Leon's number. After hesitating for a second, you picked up the phone.
"Leon?", you clearly sounded confused.
"Y/n, hey! Eh.. you're probably wondering why I am calling. It's just I'm sitting here in the living room and... I miss you", he whispered the last three words like he was so scared to admit it.
Overwhelmed by his confession, you just hung up the call. A tear rolling down your face as you pulled out the Polaroid from your pocket again. You looked at while tears were rolling down your face again, as you wished you could go back in time.
