Imagine.. A Late Night Call With Jared Leto

You had been up for hours. Your bed creaked every time you went to turn over and try and find another position that would remind you of Jared being there. You missed him. A lot. Jared was back on tour and was in New York at the moment, whilst you were still in London, working your way through university. The distance was very real this time and you hated it. It had only been a few months but you missed him more than you'd ever missed someone before. 

You'd play back the memories of time spent with him over and over in your head. 

You finally rolled over to face the table that you had rested your phone on and click the lock button to a light that blinded you. 

No missed calls or texts. 

You let out a sigh that contained the hope that he might of texted you or rang you whilst you'd been shuffling in your bed. You did recall him saying once that he tried his hardest to understand the time zones between you and him and that you had work to do that took concentration so you needed your sleep. He respected that. You wish he didn't. 

You walked out of your bedroom and down to the kitchen that was littered with pictures of you and him that you had taken whilst it had been snowing in England. You still remembered his face lighting up as he rarely saw it. This made you feel like something was missing. You opened the fridge, took out a bottle of squash you'd made up earlier and walked back up into your room. Laying back into your bed, you realized turning off your phone would be a good idea since Jared was obviously busy or sleeping so there was no point tiring yourself out anymore.

 You clicked the lock screen. 

*Jared Leto New Message*

You typed in your password which was the date you met as quickly as you could to reveal 7 words.

"Do you know how hard this is?" 

You blinked. Instead of thinking how to reply, you decided to call him. You hated calling or being called by anyone and to this day you did not know why, but you felt you needed to. 

No longer was unlocking your phone and seeing his name in your contacts enough. 

You quickly pressed call and waited as it rang. And rang. Until finally someone picked up. 

And for a little while, there you both were. Not speaking, but listening to each others steady breathing down the phone. Jared didn't say anything because you think he understood the whole anxiety with talking down the phone. You heard him click the phone onto speaker and place it on a pillow next to him as you did the same. 

You didn't know what time it was in New York.. In fact you didn't know what time it was in the UK. All you knew was that the distance didn't seem so far right now and that he didn't seem so far. 

He said nothing, you said nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything. 

After a while you placed your head next to the pillow and started to feel sleepy when you heard a whisper coming from your phone that you could hear just well enough to recognize it was Jared's hushed tone.

"When I get back.. I'll give you a hand with your psychology work even though I wont have a fricking clue what it's about and then I'll smile because you'll already know,"

"When I get back.. I'll let you talk to me for hours about all those British YouTubers you like so much.. And that Swedish guy too.. Even though I sometimes don't have a clue what they're on about,"

"When I get back.. I'll check the bedroom before you come in for any spiders and I'll get rid of all the ones that try to eat you.." You hear him have a very slight, whispered chuckle.

"When I get back.. You won't feel alone anymore." 

You hear him put the phone next to the pillow again and start to breathe slowly as you did.

The silence filled the space where there were no words left to be said as you slowly fell asleep properly for the first time in months.