Deluded// Leonardo DiCaprio *FINISHED*

"I'll do anything."

It's ridiculous how often Leo and I argue now. Over ridiculous things, too. It used to be only him to start the fights, but now I've sort of 'given in' and now I start them too. If you can't beat them, join them, right? It's not fair though, it's not fair that he can do whatever he wants to me and I can't do anything back, and because he's the big celebrity he gets away with it! The other day, I started an argument because I was adamant he was in love with one of his co-stars. Leo is well into filming his newest film, The Man In The Iron Mask, and I often get quite jealous of all the love scenes he has.
That aside, I forgot to update you on my diet! I've already lost a stone and a half! (That's 21lbs!) I'm doing a detox now and it's really working already, the only things I can eat are meat and vegetables/fruit. I've been going to the gym regularly and I can already see my tummy getting toned, and my collarbones are starting to stick out!

It was the day after the anonymous call. It was early, I could tell. I could hear the birds chirping through my wide open window, and the smells of coffee from downstairs. Leo always liked to get up early. I forced my eyes open, remembering what day it was. I was instantly blinded by the light bursting through my white curtains. I checked the clock on my bed-side table, which read 8:39am. "Thank god," I whispered to myself. I could not be late today.

I got out of bed, grabbed my towel and hopped in the shower. After twenty minutes I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and went downstairs for breakfast and a cup of tea, happily chatting to Leo and being careful not to tell him where I was going. I went back upstairs and picked out my outfit of the day. I don't even know who I'm going to meet, what do I wear? I settled on a pair of high waisted shorts, a red top and converse. I brushed my hair (which was no longer permed, by the way. I got the 'Rachel Green' cut!) and flipped my fringe back. I put on a pink cardigan and headed out.

Just as I was closing the door, I heard a faint "goodbye baby" from the kitchen.
"Bye, Leo." I called back, and slammed the door shut.
"Sunset boulevard, please" I said to the driver as I climbed into the taxi.
"Okay doll," he said.

We pulled up outside a shop that sold only Take That merchandise, and the driver announced that we had arrived. "Thank you," I said, as I took a $10 bill out of my pocket.
"No no," He said, holding up his hand. "It's on me."
I smiled. "Thank you." I said, and I got out of the cab.
"Goodbye!" I called, as the driver pulled away. He waved his hand out the window.
I began walking down Sunset Boulevard, reading every shop sign looking for Café Gordo. I stopped in my tracks and checked my watch. "9:57." I said out-loud.

"Victoria!" I heard a voice call. I looked around, only to find that I had walked past Café Gordo, and there was, in fact, a man waiting for me.
"Hello," I said, smiling as I shook his hand.
"Shall we go inside?" The man said. I nodded.

He was tall and handsome, with tan skin and large biceps. He had stubble on his cheeks and chin and he had bright blue eyes. It was funny how good blue eyes look on dark-skinned men. He didn't look at all how I imagined he would. He didn't look how he sounds, if that makes sense. He wore a white v-neck top and skinny jeans, which is exactly what Leo was wearing when I first met him. The guilty thought came into my head that the outfit looked better on him than on Leo.

The man walked to a table and sat down. I followed him. I looked around. The decor was very basic if I'm honest, it was no jaw-dropper. The walls were all faded bricks, and 'Café Gordo' was painted onto one of them. The tables were high and there was a bar to one side. Certainly not my kind of place. It was full of sleezy men with half their arses out.

I sat down opposite the man, and waited for him to say something. After a few minutes of nothing, the situation was becoming too stressful, and my curiosity was starting to get the better of me. "Who are you?" I blurted.

"My name?" The man asked.
"Sure,"
"Mark."
"Mark what?" I inquired.
"Dylan."
"Mark Dylan...? Both your names are first names." I laughed to myself.
"Yeah," he laughed.

The laughter died off, and the silence returned. It wasn't the sort of silence I had with Leo, the silence that is comfortable, the silence that makes you feel at home, like the other person enjoys your company. This silence was horrible. It wasn't even silent, there were countless men bashing their tins of beer together, singing karaoke, doing eating challenges. It was silent for us, and I hated it. I wish the guy would say something.

"What did you do last night, then?" he finally said. I stared at him, blankly. "Come on. Any parties, dinners, important conferences?"
"Nothing." I said. "I watched movies.
"You watched movies?" Mark said, slightly chuckling. "A girl like you watched movies on a Friday night?!" I nodded. "Well then." He said, taking a sip of his cider. After a few moments, he said, "wanna know what your fiancé did last night?"
My eyes widened. Now he had got my attention. "What." I said.
Mark reached into his bag and brought out a camera. "Now, you see, I'm a journalist for A lister's magazine." He said, as he pointed the screen in my direction.

And there, on this stranger's Nikon camera, lived photos of Leo pissed out of his mind, fighting people, his arm stretched out about to punch someone, just like when he almost punched me. I kept pressing next, I couldn't stop. The photos kept getting worse and worse. "That's it." He said when there were no more photos, and took the camera from my hands. I just stared ahead, horrified.

"Now, you don't want these getting out there, do you?" He said.
"No..." I said.
"But, I mean you never know. Sometimes reporters and journalists can't be trusted with photos like these."
"No," I said, helpless.
"They'd make an awfully good story..." Mark said to himself, looking through the photos. He knew he was scaring me, he did it on purpose.
"No, don't." I said. "Please, I'll do anything."