Sadist • Jared Leto

~chapter five~

Milah's POV

I sat on the foreign couch, sighing for the millionth time as I scrolled through my phone. I couldn't believe my parents let me stay with this man. Sure, he's a celebrity, but still. Does it have to be the celebrity that I just despise? 

Jared was in a different room, 'planning' our three days together. I don't know what he has going on in that head of his, but I really hope that will end soon. I don't like being away from home, especially with him. 

Speaking of the devil, I heard him exit the room and walk towards the couch I was sitting on, standing in front of me. I glanced up with a bored expression, turning my phone off. Without a word, he handed me two slips of paper. I took it and scanned them, eyes widening. 

"Oh my god." I said, my heart beating out of my chest. "Seriously?" 

He nodded, a smile forming on his face. "I told you that I wanted these three days to be amazing, so I got us tickets to Italy." 

My mouth was wide open as I stared at the tickets, not believing what I'm seeing. I've been wanting to go to Italy since I was only three... "I can't accept this, Mr. Leto. It's too much..." 

"First of all, no need to call me that. Call me Jared. And second, too bad. I already bought it, so if we don't go it would just be a waste of money." He said, smiling. "But if you really don't want it..." 

"No! I want it. Thank you, M- Jared." I said, looking up at him with a small smile. 

"We're leaving in 15 minutes, so go change into the outfit I left on your bed. It's more comfy than what you are wearing right now." Jared then turned around, and walked back into the room that he just came from, closing the door. 

I got up from the couch and set the tickets down on the table, before walking over to 'my room', and glancing at the bed to see some folded clothes on it. They were some black skinny jeans with a loose grey sweater, black Nike running shoes, and a pair of sunglasses. I smiled at the outfit, because it was something I would actually wear. 

Stripping out of the outfit I was currently wearing, I changed into the jeans and comfy sweater, slipping on the shoes, grabbing the sunglasses and heading out of the room. My hair was completely down, mainly because I was unsure whether Jared wanted to choose my hairstyles as well. When I walked into the main room, Jared stood there with a small suitcase beside him. He eyed me from head to toe, biting his lip ever so slightly. 

"So are we going, or...?" I said, annoyed that he was looking at me like I was wearing a bikini when it was just some casual clothes. This man has no chill. 

"Yes. Let's go." He said, turning around and walking towards the door with the suitcase, holding it open for me. I walked out, and he followed suit, locking the door on his way out. There was a security guard standing there, looking completely emotionless. "He's going to be driving us to the airport." Jared said, continuing to walk. I followed behind him, and the security guard and apparently driver is right behind me.

We walked all the way towards a black van. There were a couple paparazzi's that were yelling out questions to Jared, but he seems completely unfazed by them.