Your POV
Jared and I met a few years ago. I'd just turned 18 and he was 45. It started out as a friendship, although hanging out with anyone of the opposite sex meant you were
1- trying to fuck them
2- a gold digger
               OR
3- in a relationship with them

1 and 2 weren't so bad, especially 1, I mean have you seen Jared's body?

You're welcome. I slam my computer shut right as Jared steps into the room.

"What are you doing?" He asks me and smirks, flopping down onto my bed.

"Nothing. We're eating in tonight, right?" He rolls his eyes and pretends to be asleep. "Jaredddddd".

"Why? We can just eat out at least one time this week. You never want to hang out in public with me".

"It's only because I love you," I reply and run my fingers through his hair. "Besides, you don't want paparazzi making a huge thing out of what we are".

"So we are something?" He smiles and holds my hand to his chest.

"You're so annoying".

"Really though, Y/N. We are something to me at least, what about you?" His blue eyes melt me and I sigh.

"You're everything to me, okay? Let's eat out then". He grins and pulls me out of bed.

"How did I snag a girl like you?"

"You sang to me," I reply and rest my head on his chest as we turn together slowly. I stay quiet in remembrance of the day Jared Leto sang an original song for his female "best friend" at Camp Mars.

---forty minutes later---

The paps had found us easily while we walked around and began to shout out mean things. "You two togethah before she was 18?! Jared, are you a pedophile?" They scream hateful things towards Jared and I try to keep a grip on his arm in case he decided to swing. He stops when someone calls out, "hun, you want a good time try for Justin Bieber instead". Jared and Justin had been in a little fight before, but no one really knew about it (I just made this up lol).

"Jared, please ignore them". He gets all angry and sticks up a middle finger, making me fee a little overwhelmed. I might not be able to stop him if he gets too crazy. "Jared come on!" I cry when the worst pap starts to follows us. We climb into the car quickly and drive off, losing the followers immediately.

After 10 minutes of silent driving, I touch his arm lightly. "Pull over the car. Please, Jared". He looks confused but pulls over anyway. I get out and start to pace a little. "You're getting so much hate because of me". He seems to relax a little.

"I can handle it. I would do anything for you and a little," he air quotes as he says "hate", "isn't going to stop me from being with you". I hide my face, feeling like he's just making it worse now.

"No, it's not okay. Do you really want to put your career through this?"

"Yes," he reaches an arm out to touch me but I move away.

"Why?"

"Do I have to explain?" He waits a little, his eyes flickering over my face before he lets out a loud sigh. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I think we were brought together for a reason, and we should take this life on by the ass even if people don't want us to. I want to die in your arms and I want to be the only one that you love". He shakes his head a little, "I mean beside your mom and dad and-" he breathes out. "You know what I mean". "All I'm saying is as long as you're willing to try, I'll make you the happiest woman alive. Because I love you". The air clears and all bad thoughts dissipate.

"I do... You really want to try?"

"I want to try even if it kills me".

A/N: but at the end of the day, if anyone ever says he's too old for you, therefore you shouldn't read imagines about him, kindly respond: