Wasted // Leonardo DiCaprio

Leonardo?

*Olivia's pov*

I pulled up outside some apartment blocks, confused and curious. This couldn't be it, these looked like council flats! A millionaire like Frank would never live here!

I called him, asking if this was correct. He told me he was looking out of his window and could see me stood by my car, so I went into the main entrance and took the lift to the 9th floor.

I knocked on number 9.05 and waited. I checked my phone to see if this was the right door number, and it indeed was the address he had texted me. I went to knock again, just as the door miraculously opened, revealing a rather scruffy looking- (but still gorgeous) Frank.

"Hello," he said, a smile broad on his face.

"Hey." I said, giving him a warm smile in return.

"Thanks for coming." He said, gesturing into his apartment. I made my way indoors and took off my coat, handing it to Frank.

His apartment was gorgeous, the complete opposite of what one would think regarding the conditions outside. It was glamorous, decorated in white and black, with what looked like extremely expensive furniture. I felt slightly overwhelmed. I noticed a map of the world on one wall with what seemed like a thousand pins in so many countries- it was fascinating.

"Take a seat, would you like a drink?" He offered.

I sat down and replied with "Water's fine, thanks."

"I'm having wine." He said, popping open the wine, bringing two glasses and the bottle to the coffee table. He poured the wine in both glasses and put one on the coaster nearest to me, before sitting down on the other end of the sofa.

He took a sip and stared forwards, straight at the blank TV. The room was filled with an awkward silence, neither of us knowing how to break it.

"So," I said, sitting up. "Why'd you ask me to come today, Frank?"

He seemed to snap out of his stare and turned to face me.

"I'm not sure. I can't stop thinking about you. It's odd- I hardly know you. I just feel so so awful about the way I treated you the other day, I really want to make it up to you." He explained.

"And how do you propose to do that?" I asked.

"I don't know yet... Shall we order a Chinese?" He offered. I laughed. "What's so funny?!"

"Nothing- I just didn't expect you to be the type of person to like Chinese." I said.

"Okay..." He said, chuckling. "Here's the menu, just tell me what you want." He said, handing me a green menu.

He dialled the number and waited a moment. "Hi, yeah can we have a delivery. Okay thanks. I'd like one 34, two 7's, one 18 and- wait, what? How can you not know what the numbers are?! Okay. One egg fried rice, 2 portions of fries, one portion of crispy beef and one portion of sweet and sour chicken. Yes. Okay." He passed it to me.

"Hello- Robert, hi!" I said, realising I knew the owners of this Chinese quite well. "Yeah I'm fine thanks- oh him? No one! Don't you worry." I said, giggling, referring to Frank. "Okay... I'd like one noodles and bean sprouts, one spicy prawns, one crispy beef and one sweet and sour chicken. Okay darling. See you in a bit- bye!" I said, smiling to myself and giggling.

"Who was that?" Frank said, sternly.

"Oh- just my friend Robert. He owns the Chinese we're ordering from." I said.

"Oh right... Shall we put on the TV while we wait?" He offered.

"Sure," I said, reaching for the remote and pressing on. The screen turned from black to grey and then to colour, and on the BBC 1 showed Romeo + Juliet.

"Oh- we don't have to watch this." Frank said nervously, taking the remote off of me and switching the channel.

"No!" I said, grabbing it and switching it back. "I like this film, I haven't seen it since I was like 14! Plus- Romeo is so gorgeous, don't you think?" I said, giggling. Frank nervously chuckled again. We began watching, and I could feel that Frank was extremely tense.

"Frank, he looks just like you! Don't you think?" I said, looking at Frank and then back at the Tv. He just laughed and shook this head. "I wonder what he looks like now." I said.

"Are you sure you want to watch this?" Frank said. I nodded, engrossed in the film. "Because... I can think of something better we can do." He placed his hand on my thigh.

I looked at him, a smirk on my face, aware of what was to happen.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "Like what?"

"Like this." He said, and leaned in to kiss me. It was hot, it was passionate, it meant something. This wasn't just any old kiss- there were sparks between us. I gripped to his neck and felt his hold tighten to my waist as the kiss got harder.

And the rest is history.

I woke up the next morning, my throat stinging, my head banging, my stomach wondering what happened to that Chinese?? I turned over to face Frank, who had seemed to disappear. It didn't matter, I just lay down in bed with a huge grin on my face.
Then the bedside phone rang.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, Leonardo?" An Australian voice said.

"No..." I said, confused.

"Oh, you must be his latest girl. Who are you? Kate Moss? Bar Rafeali?" He asked.

"No..." I said. I didn't know what else I could say. "I don't know anyone called Leonardo. You must have the wrong number." I told him.

There was a pause. "Nope. This is definitely the right number. Is this your house?" The man asked.

"No. It's Frank's." I told him.

"Oh... I need to speak to Frank." The man said.

"Frank!" I called, confused. Frank appeared in the bedroom door frame with a raised eyebrow. I covered the speaker on the phone. "There's a man here asking for Leonardo??"

His eyes wondered and he grabbed the phone off me and put it to his ear. "Baz? Yeah hi. Sorry about her, oh no one. A friend! Yes. What do you want?" I was tempted to stay and listen but I knew that was rude, so I slipped a shirt on and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast.

After 10 minutes or so, Frank wondered into the kitchen, picking up a piece of toast and spreading jam on it before eating it. "What was that about?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." He said, casually.

"Who's Leonardo? And who's Baz?" I asked. "Didn't someone called Baz direct Romeo + Juliet? Yes- Baz... Baz 'something'man..." I thought out loud.

"Luhrmann." Frank piped up. "Why on earth would I be on the phone to Baz Luhrmann?" He said.

"I don't know. It's only that Leonardo DiCaprio was in Romeo and Juliet and Baz Luhrmann directed it. Someone called Baz was just on the phone asking for someone called Leonardo, then asked for you when I said this is Frank's house. Coincidence?" I raised a eyebrow, waiting for a response.

Frank sighed.

"What's going on, Frank? Tell me the truth." I said.