timothée chalamet imagines

one night stand

timothée's pov

I woke up to see the sun peeking through my half opened blinds. My head started pounding.

"Shit."

I ran my hand over the bed, searching for my phone that had to be on here somewhere.

My hand hit against a bump on the sheets.

I sat up and turned around to see the woman I met at the bar last night. She moved around, snuggling deeper into all of my blankets.

What's her name again? Jane? Samantha? Gertrude? I don't know.

I climbed out of the bed, startled as I felt cold air run over my entire body.

I'm completely naked. And you'd think I'd at least have the decency to put my underwear back on afterwards like I usually do.

I scanned the room, trying to spot either my boxers or pants from last night.

My boxers were all the way over by the bathroom. I ran over there, putting them on quickly while trying not to fall over.

I hit the wall with my elbow. "Shit!" I whisper-yelled through my gritted teeth.

I looked up to see the woman rustling in my bed again before she finally sat up with my sheets covering up her chest.

She rubbed her eyes open and looked around the room before looking over at me.

"Hi." she smiled.

"H-hi." I stuttered.

Her face scrunched in pain as she pressed her hand to her forehead. "What happened last night?"

"Well," I walked around my room, picking up her clothes off the floor "we were at a bar downtown, got drunk, and came back here."

I put her clothes down in her lap.

"Thanks." she said.

There really never is a right thing to say the morning after a one night stand.

"Umm," I scratched the back of my head "I'll let you change..and I'll just be downstairs if you need something."

My words came out awkwardly, like always.

Yes, I've had one night stands before and I always:

a.) wake up alone.

b.) wake up just as the girl's leaving.

c.) lay there until she just gets up and finally leaves by herself.

There's rarely ever any conversation or any type of interaction for that matter. And I've never gotten a 'hi' before.

"Okay." she giggled.

I walked out of my room and went down to the kitchen, opened the medicine cabinet and took two pills of Tylenol.

As always, I wake up hungry. I went into the fridge and got some eggs and bacon.

I turn the stove on, cooking the eggs in one pan and the bacon in the other.

Not all just for me though, because she wouldn't mind having some too right? That is if she's willing to stay a while longer.

After all, I'm just trying to be nice.

"That smells great." she says walking into the kitchen.

I hear her purse smack onto my kitchen island.

"You're not allergic to eggs or bacon right?"

"I'm actually allergic to both."

I turn off the stove and whip my head to look at her. "Really?" I ask grabbing the pans to throw it all away "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"No, no, no," she shook her hands "I'm just messing with you. I'm not allergic."

I put the pans back on the stove and laughed.

"That's a hell of a way to mess with someone who's making you breakfast."

"Hey, you wouldn't be making me any breakfast right now if you hadn't been all over me at the bar."

"All over you? You were all over me."

She grinned. "It was definitely the other way around-"

It seemed like she was going to go on with her sentence, but couldn't say what came next.

"I'm sorry," she shook her head "I really can't remember your name."

"It's Timothée."

"Timothée," she said "that's a nice name."

"Thank you."

"What do you think of mine?" she teased.

"I'd love to have something to say about it, but I can't remember your name either."

"It's y/n." she giggled the same way she did back upstairs.

"Y/n, very pretty."

"Thank you."

She placed her hand back on her forehead, letting out a groan of pain.

"Here." I took two more Tylenol pills from the bottle and gave them to her, along with some water of course.

"Cheers!" she smiled and took the pills.

Is she always this goofy and sarcastic?

I turned back to the stove, serving the cooked eggs and bacon onto two plates. I sat next to her on the stool and we began to eat.

"This isn't awkward, is it?" she asked.

"What would be awkward?"

She looked at me like I was a complete idiot.

"Ohh," I nodded "you mean your one night stand talking to you as you eat the breakfast he just made?"

"That's it." she laughed again.

Gosh, I love her laugh.

"It's only awkward if you make it awkward." I shrugged and continued to eat.

She continued eating too, leaving her utensils on the plate when she finished. "Thank you for the food."

"No problem." I said taking the last bite of my crispy bacon and put my utensils on my plate the same way that she did.

I grabbed both our plates and put them into my sink as she looked at her phone.

"Listen," she began digging through her purse "I have somewhere to be soon."

I nodded and watched her pull out a balled up gum wrapper. She flattened it out and took out a pen, then wrote something down.

"You're really sweet," she smiled "and I know you're not supposed to do this after a one night stand, but I'm doing it anyway."

I love how bold she is. She's the one that suggested we come back to my place last night after all. I hadn't even thought about it.

She handed me the gum wrapper, and I looked down at it. She wrote her number down.

"Maybe we can do something next weekend? If you're free and if you want to, obviously."

"I'd love to do something next weekend."

"Maybe we can go out for drinks, again."

"Maybe." I nodded and smirked.

I would do anything she wanted just to have last night, and now this morning, happen all over again.

She smiled and blushed softly before saying goodbye to me and rushed out my front door.

Y/n, my only one night stand that already seemed to be wanting to turn into something much more than just that.

And I didn't mind.