The Assistant - timothée chalamet

Part 16

"what did you just say?" he pulled away from the kiss, but he seemed unfazed.

"never mind" i tried to laugh it off

"no i thought i heard you say something-

"jesus christ timothee drop it i'm not in love with you were dating i'm not even your girlfriend" i got up from my chair.

i looked at him blankly, a look he didn't return.

"do you wanna be my girlfriend?" a small smirk entering his face.

"what?" even though i heard him perfectly well.

"annie would you like to be my girlfriend?" he asked again, smile getting bigger.

"yes yes yes" i ran right into his boney arms, nuzzled into his neck.

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"fuck me annie that was great"

"we've not done that in a while" i turned my body to face him, grabbing the covers not to flash my naked breasts.

"it really hasn't been that long" he giggled.

"i know, i just- i don't know. it was nice to kinda de-stress you know"

"yeah me too" he traced his fingers on my face and motioned for me to cuddle into him.

"so um, when do you start filming" i started.

"shhhhh, let's fall asleep now we can talk tomorrow, ok babe?" he traced lines against my back.

"no problem babe" i smirked back. turning my head to face him, gently pressing a kiss onto timmy's soft lips. 

he pulled away right after still close to my face, noses touching.

"uhhh why the emphasis, you are my girlfriend now"   

"i guess your right" i pulled him in again.

something about being timothee's girlfriend was refreshing, it made me forget everything. sure being with him was nice but making it official was kinda the cherry on top of everything.

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i wake up, the sun beaming from the curtains, hitting t's skin perfectly. he was so angelic, like a greek god.  i pick up my phone,

9:56AM

2 new messages

1 missed call

im not going to bother to answer, it's probably not important.

i slipped out of bed and put some clothes on, well, bra and shorts. i walked into the kitchen quietly and raded timmys fridge, god i need to go grocery shopping for this man. eggs, milk and a lemon was all he had, uhhh ill make fried egg.

i started frying just about the only reasonable food he had in the fridge while humming "summer wine", until i felt 2 long boney arms fit against my waist.

"good morning, i'm making breakfast" i started.

well, he was clearly more interested in my neck leaves bites and little hickies everywhere. his soft hair was brushing against my collar bone making me giggle slightly.

"you're so cute ann"

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"mmmh this is really good annie, you've outdone yourself" he cheered at the table.

"hah it's the only thing you had left in the fridge" i snapped back.

"oh really, shit i need to go grocery shopping" he laughed, stuffing his face with the last of his breakfast.

"do you wanna go today? i mean i can go for you" i asked.

"oh my god" he paused looking worried "we are obviously going together" he realised how that sounded a little too cocky for him.

"i'm sorry, i meant uh- would you like to go grocery shopping with me" he looked up with his puppy dog eyes.

"timothee hal chalamet you are the cutest human being i will ever meet" i kissed him on the forehead as i grabbed our plates and stuck them in the washing machine.

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it's times like this where i forget how famous timmy is, we were now in one of our local supermarkets and he had already took about 15 pictures and everyone was asking questions about the 2 of us.

walking around the shop i noticed his hand was wrapped around my shoulder or my waist causally, this is something couples can do at a supermarket right? well when it comes to timothee chalamet, WRONG ALWAYS WRONG.

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authors note<3

hey babies!!! hope u r enjoying the story, soz for the slow replies, online school is so draining and shit writers block is horrible and i'm not too proud of this story but i hope someone likes it.

anyways, this chapter is kinda blah but still cute idk i kinda like it.

-moonie