You never really imagined yourself falling in love with a rockstar, but that's what happened to you and Leon. You were your parents favourite child, and you never stepped a foot out of line—that was, according to your parents, until you met Leon.

Leon was—appearance-wise—your parents worst nightmare. His tattoos and piercings were intimidating, and his outward persona was pretty rude. He even played in a band, which your parents hated the most about him. Leon was just not right for you, they thought—except he was; when it came to you he was loyal, and fiercely protective, and the sweetest guy you ever met.

Your parents, like most over-protective ones—forbade you from seeing him, but that never stopped you. Whenever possible, you snuck him into the house or snuck out to meet him at one of his shows or at his place, spending the night in his arms. But after a while, you'd had enough of the sneaking around, and you just decided that enough was enough—you were old enough to date who you wanted, and if you weren't allowed to date Leon under your parents roof, then you would simply run away instead.

On that fateful night, you had snuck out to another one of Leon's shows at a mutual friend's house party. Leon clocked you from the stage almost instantly, but he waited until after the set to come and find you.

When you were alone talking to some friends, you felt strong arms lift you into the air as Leon spun you around excitedly, before putting you down and immediately peppering your face with kisses as he often did whenever he saw you, which always made you erupt into giggles.

"There you are. I thought I saw that gorgeous face of yours from the stage." His cheesy grin is plastered onto his face, as always.