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190. Jared Leto | Imagine being Jared's side girl

By : jaredletoimagine | Tumblr

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The cold breeze coming from the window makes my whole body tremble as I remember how we forgot to shut it. I open my eyes for a second, noticing the weak morning sun illuminating our bodies. Jared sleeps on his side, facing me. His left hand resting under the pillow, while his right arm reaches for my body. I get closer to him, and his arm finally finds its way to rest on my waist.

The feeling of every sunday morning invades my chest, and I know Jared will wake up soon telling me he's got to leave. I try to push the feeling away, concentrating on his face. On how peaceful he looks while asleep. His lips are partially parted, and I can't help getting closer to rest mine on them for a second. Jared doesn't react to my touch, and I'm glad, this way I can keep looking at him sleep.

The minutes pass and he finally starts to wake up. His grip on me tightens as he starts moving, a tired yawn escapes his mouth before resting his chin on my neck.

"Good morning" I mutter.

"Five more minutes" He whispers still sleepy.

I chuckle, with no intention of getting him out this bed any time soon.

"Sleep all you want, baby"

I'm pretty sure he doesn't hear me. His breathing turns calm, showing me that he has fallen asleep in my arms. In the end, I fall asleep too, but not for long.

When I manage to open my eyes again, Jared is not by my side anymore. I stretch on the bed, trying to put the slumber aside. After yawning and rubbing my eyes at least a dozen times, I'm able to get up from the bed. I'm putting some clothes on when Jared appears through the bathroom door, noticing I'm already awake.

"Hey" He greets me, getting closer to hug me.

"You got dressed" I mutter.

"Oh, yes... I have to go" He pulls away from me, walking to the left side of the bed to take his things.

I don't want him to leave. Not now, not ever. But I can't say that. I'm the mistress. The lover. The side girl. The one he calls when he's bored. When he fights with his girlfriend. The one who doesn't get to keep him. The one who ends up alone.

I try to smile, walking toward him.

"Can't you stay a while longer?" I ask him, wrapping my arms on his neck, "Just an hour"

"I can't" He says, reaching my lips, "Kat's waiting"

I nod, taking my arms off of him.

"Where does she think you are right now?" I ask him, sitting on my bed.

"At Shannon's" He answers, sitting by my side.

The smile is no longer on my face, and I'm sure I look sad as hell. His hand cups my cheek, making me turn to face him.

"I'll be back next week" He promises, just like every week.

"Why can't you stay the week?" I ask, forgetting that I shouldn't be asking him to stay, "At least the weekend"

"You know why"

"It doesn't have to be like this" I mutter, "You come here every week looking sad, tired. Then, you leave happy. I make you happy. I send you happy to her arms, just so she can make you sad again"

"I don't want to talk about this"

His hand leaves my cheek, and he's on his feet again. I know him well enough to know that he may leave now, without finishing our conversation.