timothée chalamet imagines

secret (pt 2)

timothée's pov

I go upstairs and knock on my daughter's bedroom door. "Y/d/n?"

She doesn't answer, I knock again. Still with no answer, I turn the doorknob, it's unlocked.

I open the door a crack and look in, she's laying in her bed. I step in and close the door, walking over to her bed. She shuffles around as I sit on the corner of it.

"Can we talk?" I ask. She mumbles something that I can't make out. "Look at me."

She sits up. "Don't cry, darling." I wipe away falling tears from her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asks.

"To talk to you, that's all."

"About?" she wipes her nose.

"This boyfriend of yours."

"I don't want to talk about him, just go away, please." she lays back down.

"You know, your Mom didn't tell her Dad about me for almost eight months," I chuckle "I know why she didn't for so long now."

"Why?" y/d/n mumbles.

"Because she didn't want him to know his little girl-" I feel myself wanting to choke up "had grown up already."

Y/d/n sits back up "Dad," I wipe my eyes "are you crying right now?"

"No, no," I wipe my eyes again "allergies make my eyes itchy, you know that."

She hugs me tightly. "I'm sorry." she says as I wrap my arms around her.

"It's okay."

"Are you mad?" she asks, pulling away.

"No, I'm just- disappointed I guess."

Her face drops back to a look of sadness and disappointment in itself. "Disappointed?"

"About the fact that you didn't tell me earlier, you used to tell me everything when you were little, I don't know what changed."

"My age."

"That's what I was afraid of." I say.

"Afraid of me getting older?"

I nod. "I knew you'd push away from me at some point as you got older, you wouldn't be my little girl anymore, and that means I'd just be getting older too."

We both laugh. "I'll always be your little girl, Dad, you know that."

"My little girl with a boyfriend now." I nudge her shoulder. "What's his name?" I ask.

"Brandon." her face slowly lights up.

"Is he...nice?"

"Very nice."

"Is he...respectful?"

"Extremely."

I ponder my next question of importance. "Does he treat you well?"

"Not as well as you." she smiles.

A/N: Haven't done a Timothée as a Dad imagine in a while so here it is. Hope you're all doing well :)