A Beautiful Lie/ Jared Leto Ville Valo (boyxboy)

A Beautiful Lie

(Jared's POV)

In my heart you were an angel. In my soul you were the reason why, yet in reality I knew that It was just a beautiful lie.

When I met you, you were barely what you are now. Straight out of Finland,

ambition dripping out of your pores and track marks decorating your arms. We were barely in out twenties with a similar passion for music and alcohol. I had met you in some second-rate hotel bar where you were drinking vodka on the rocks, and were running short on money and hope.

'My name is Jared. I'll get that.' I offered as the bartender gave you a dirty look when you mentioned that you had no more cash, yet still craved more Absolute.

'Thanks,' you muttered then looked at me. Your eyes were bloodshot yet beautiful. They were rimmed in black kohl, which was fading to a washed-out grey. Your dark hair was hidden under a woolen ski hat and you had finger-less gloves upon your pale, white hands.

'I am not gay,' you said to me as I sat beside you and shrugged out of my coat.

'I'm not trying to pick you up.' I shook my head and called to the bartender that I wanted whatever you were having.

'Look,' he began, 'thank you for the drink, but-'

I didn't let him finish. 'You need another drink and I need a reason not to go upstairs, let's just say that we're saving each other here, ok?'

Upstairs was where she was, Sascha. The long legged, blond haired beauty that I wanted nothing to do with anymore. Not since I found out that she had cheated on me, four times in the three months we'd been together. Not since I found out she only wanted me to obtain fame. Tomorrow we were flying back to New York and the second we landed she was being dumped. Just ten hours left to go, and I needed to stay away.

He looked at me over his Vodka and cocked his head to one side. 'Are there demons upstairs, waiting for you to return so they can conquer your soul?'

The bartender set my drink down and ignored our chit-chat. 'My soul is unconquerable.' I reached out and took the glass quite roughly, thinking Sascha could never break me. I would not allow anyone to break me.

We sat in silence for a moment or two, taking sips of our drink. The bar was ghostly quiet save some faint music coming from one of the speakers overhead. Some jazzy tune filled the room with sounds of old New Orleans. If you were to close your eyes real, real tight you could almost smell the Gumbo.

It was he who broke the silence. 'Valo.'

'Huh?'

'My name.'

'You're not from around here, are you?'

He shook his head and licked a drop of vodka off of his lips. 'From Finland. We are supposed to do a gig here tomorrow.'  

'A musician?' I raised a brow and looked at him with interest. 'Solo or a band?'

'Band. We're called HIM.' He didn't look pissed off that I didn't recognize him. Later I found out that he was not at all known in America at that time and would not be a household name for at least ten more years, but in due time Ville Valo and his band would skyrocket into the stars and head off somewhere east of Mars.

'Too bad I'm leaving, I'd love to come and watch you guys play.'

He shrugged and downed the rest of his drink before speaking, 'Perhaps some other time, in some other place.'

I nodded. Part of me was suddenly sad that I had to leave, thinking of him up on stage made me shiver in some pleasant, surprising way.

'I would have even given you a VIP pass, Jared. To thank you for the vodka.'

I chuckled at him silently wondering if he knew who I was, but then again, did it matter?

Most of his drink was already gone. He'd have one hell of a hangover if he kept this up, but the buzz left today would be stellar. 'You drink too quickly.' Reaching over I poured half of my vodka in his glass and clinked it together. In an instant, he has downed it like a shot.

I watched him, his mouth touching the rim of the glass, his eyelids fluttering as he closed them to swallow. I should have told Sascha to fuck off yesterday. I took a breath and called to the bartender. 'Give me the rest of the bottle.' Tossing a handful of bills on the bar, I rose and slipped on my jacket. 'Let's get out of here.' I took hold of the bottle by its neck and placed my free hand on his shoulder.

'You would rather be with me that with whatever is in your room?' His eyes travelled over my face as I nodded.

'Save me?'

He rose and grabbed his well-worn, plum-coloured leather jacket. 'Of course I will save you.'