North of Heaven (A Jared Leto Fanfiction)

FIVE

Emily was awoken by the sun in her eyes. She slowly peeled them open into a squint as the fluorescent yellow rays of light blinded her and she rubbed the back of her hand against her eyes like a baby to shut the light out once again. She pointed her toes under the thick, fluffy duvet and stretched her legs out to capacity and rolled her body over to face away from the wide open window. As Emily fidgeted her body around she was faced with someone that she had completely forgotten was beside her. Due to the sizzling morning sun and the sleep dusted in her eyes she hadn't registered that the window she was facing wasn't hers.

His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly ajar. His brown hair draped down the side of his bearded face like a blanket and Emily couldn't resist the urge to touch him. She couldn't help herself. She knew that she would never have the confidence to touch him like this when he was awake and conscious so she took her chances and advantage of his sleepy state.

First, she gently lowered her fingertips to the side of his face barely touching the curtain of hair that laid across it. Slowly, she lowered her fingers as they softly sank into his hair. She proceeded to combed her thin fingers through the brown and tangled strands until they skimmed the rough and course hairs of his beard. Emily was about to plunge her fingers into his burly beard when Jared stirred slightly. He licked his lips and took a deep breathe and wriggled slightly next to her. Emily froze. Terrified that he'd open his eyes and see her laying there next to him and realize that she had stayed the night with him, terrified that she'd see the regret fill his eyes when he'd wake up to her face. As stealthily as she could manage, Emily pulled her body, limb by limb, away from Jared's and as gracefully as possible, left his bed. She made the move to look for her clothing, as that was what she was used to doing after leaving a mans bed, but she was startled to find that she hadn't taken her clothes off. She couldn't recall ever being in a situation like that. Waking up the morning after from not fucking a guy. She was a little shocked that they'd both controlled themselves, a little fuzzy as she was so drunk the night before she couldn't remember if they'd maybe tried to have sex but she was also a little pleased with the fact that they hadn't had sex. Emily didn't want to fuck anything up. Especially not by complicating things and making things awkward that drunk sex can sometimes cause, especially as she was beginning to really like Jared, a lot more than she was willing to admit as now Jared was in fact her employer.

As Emily descended the stairs to his home, she held her breathe. Trying to maneuver through rooms filled with instruments and art without been heard by the sleeping Jared she'd left upstairs. As Emily turned a corner she was stopped dead in her tracks as she came across a petite figure with heavenly blue eyes and thin, straight dirty blonde hair staring back at her, a blue mug between her palms almost to her lips. The girl just stared back at Emily from behind her desk, taking in Emily's ripped pantyhose, the flannel button up that was belted in the middle to appear like a dress that was hanging of one shoulder. She couldn't help but judge and conclude that Jared's standards were dropping.

"Did you stay here last night." The figure asking bluntly. He icy eyes freezing Emily's soul to the core. She couldn't form the words to answer, so she simply nodded. "Did you sleep with him?" Still Emily couldn't find the words to answer the petite girl so she just shook her head no. This was when the petite girls eyebrows raised. The evident shock was stricken across her face and Emily couldn't help but fidget in her spot, shifting from her left foot to her right. Physically feeling the small girl's judgement. She suddenly stood and approached Emily and even though she was shorter than her, Emily couldn't help but feel like the shortest girl in the room.

"So you slept here the night, in his bed. And you didn't have sex with him?"

"I didn't have sex with him." Emily found her voice growing a little annoyed that this tiny girl was trying to intimidate her. The petite woman just stared back. Squinting her eyes and dragging them over every freckle, every blemish and every wrinkle on Emily's face, judging her completely. Emily squinted back her, knowing exactly what the blonde was doing and she didn't appreciate it at all. She didn't need to be judged by another person who was evidently better of than her, Emily was pissed off at being looked at like dirt. She scoffed and push passed the woman in front of her, knocking her shoulder into hers and setting her stumbling backwards. Emily didn't care if she appeared rude, in fact she was glad if the blonde got offended. She wasn't in his house to be judged by another woman, she was there because he had wanted her there and she wasn't going to let some tiny woman who she could flick away with a swipe of her hand make her feel awkward.