Jared Leto • Imagines (editing)

lonely

So imma do something cool for this chapter, when I say (press play) in some part of this, listen to the song one dance / hasta el amanecer by Alex Aiono. It'll set you more in the mood :)

Plus Happy belated to my Baby, Jared, his birthday was on the 26th.

Your legs rubbed together for warmth underneath the blanket that covered you on your long comfy couch.

Your fingers pressed against the remote in search of a channel not showcasing middle age woman arguing or a movie that came out the current year, that wasn't good enough to make it to theatres.

Jared was in his studio working on his new album, even though his band mates left an hour ago.

He'd occasionally shout after you from the back to see if you were okay and that he'll be out soon, but you knew with his level of dedication, he'll most likely fall asleep in front of the soundboard, with his guitar on top of him.

You stopped at the channel some old coming of age movie was on, and sat up, stretching.

You figured you'd go back to your place, since it's been your second night at Jared's, and you had Chinese noodle leftovers in your fridge that were calling your name.

He'd been begging you to move in with him, but you liked the idea of only doing that when your both settled and invest in a house together.

You got up and walked towards his studio. It was soundproof, but surrounded by glass, so you could see him playing with strings and scribbling on paper.

His hair was shaggy and stubble on his jaw was visible. He'd been stressed lately, balancing songwriting and shooting his upcoming film.

But you were always there supporting him, and he cherished you like nothing else for that.

"How's it going J?" You click open the door saying as he looks up.

"It's going." He sighed, placing his instrument down, giving you an easy smile. He sat in a swivel chair and you stood beside him.

"What are you up to baby?" He takes your hand, and holds it, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

"I was actually just about to head back to my place-" you notice his face fall.

"I have stuff to do babe." You whine combing his hair with your nails.

"Don't goooo." He stretched, before pulling you by your waist into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you kissing your neck as he twisted the chair.

"Jaarreed" you giggled squirming.

"Seriously I have no more clothes" you craned your neck to look at him.

"You can wear mine"

"Well I have work tomorrow."

"Nice try, it's Sunday tomorrow, and you only work Monday to Friday." He smirked and you gave up resting your head on his shoulder.

"You're bored aren't you?"

"Can't a girl miss her condominium that she pays nearly two thousand bucks a month for?"

"Which you won't have to worry about if you just moved in with me."

"We're not having this conversation right now." You stand up to walk away, and he stands with you. He's quick to grab you from behind. You both fall back into the chair.