timothée chalamet imagines

ultimatum (pt 1)

timothée's pov

"Timothée?" y/n called my name, standing in the doorway of our bedroom.

"Yeah?" I continued typing on my laptop after looking up at her for a second.

She fell silent before I looked back up again.

"I need to talk to you."

I put my laptop on the floor and tapped on the bed. She came over and sat down next to me.

"What's wrong?" I pushed her hair back behind her ear.

Her head hung down and she looked back up at me with glossy eyes.

"Umm.." she wiped her eyes "I-I'm."

"Hey," I grabbed her hand "it's alright."

"It's not alright," she began to cry "nothing is alright."

"What are you talking about?" she let my hand go and I sat up straight.

"I don't want you to go-"

"Y/n-"

"I don't want you to go," she shook her head "not again."

About a month ago I got casted for a movie, one to be shot all the way and all across London.

I worked the details, and I'll be leaving in about four months from now. And I'm not sure when I'll get to come back home this time.

"We already talked about this." I said.

"I know."

"You know and now you don't want me to go?" I asked, starting to get angry already.

"God." she sighed and got off the bed.

I stood up and walked over to her.

"I've gone away before, why is this time any different?"

"Because you promised to stay for a year. You told me it'd be a great time for us to settle down. An-and now-now you're just packing up your things and leaving me all over again."

"You're upset that you can't go with me? Is that what this is all about?"

"No!" her voice rose "it's about you making me a promise that you didn't keep. You didn't even ask or tell me about doing the movie, you just signed."

"This is my career we're talking about y/n, you know this is a big deal for me."

"I know it is, but how big of a difference does that make? I just don't want to be all alone again, every time you're away, it just gets worse. I can't do it anymore."

"What are you trying to say?"

She ran her fingers through her hair. "You know I love and support you, so, so, much," she choked up "but I'm giving you a choice now."

My face contorted in confusion. Where is she going with this? What choice?

"It's either me or the movie."

"Are you serious?" She nodded. "I've got my biggest break yet and now you're making it all about you?"

"All about me?!" she yelled "this isn't all about me!"

"It seems like it is to me." I snapped.

"If that's how you see it, you're the fucking problem! Don't you get it, Timothée?! This is about us!" she yelled again, louder than before and stormed out of our bedroom.

A/N: I don't really like this one, might delete later!!