❪ 𝐼𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ❫ timothée chalamet imagines

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it was another of those nights. you had wriggled your way around the whole bed, even tried calming music and lavender oil, but you just couldn't fall asleep.

you checked your phone on the bedside table. 2:41 am. you sat up, dragging your hands through your hair frustratedly.

you knew timothée would be asleep by now, but you also knew he'd be fine with you waking him up.

you got out of bed, and slid on some shoes, not bothering to change out of your pyjamas. you grabbed your car keys, pulled on a coat, and went out the front door.

the air outside was cold and brisk, it was mid january after all. you liked how quiet it was in the night, and as you drove the short distance to timothée's apartment, the lack of cars on the road made you feel peaceful.

timothée's apartment was your favourite place to go. it was in a nice building, and he had a balcony, which he always decorated with fairy lights. but the best part was his actual apartment. it was small and cosy and absolutely perfect.

you knocked softly on the door, not wanting to wake the neighbours, and you only had to wait a minute or so before the door was opened.

it was obvious timothée had only just woken up- his dark hair was sticking up and his eyes drooped sleepily, but a lazy grin spread across his face. he opened the door further to let you in.

you instantly set your bag down and slid off your shoes and rushed into his open arms. you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"what's wrong?"

you pulled away.

"does something have to be wrong for me to come and see you?"

"at 3 am?" timothée quirked an eyebrow and put his hands on his hips.

you laughed and shut the front door, which had been left hanging open.

"fine, i couldn't sleep. i thought being with you might help."

timothée smiled slightly and took your hand.

"come on then." he said, leading you into his bedroom.

you collapsed onto the bed next to timothée, him instantly closing the gap between you both as you pulled the covers up to your chin.

you laid your head on his chest, and his arms tangled themselves around your waist. you could hear his heartbeat, steady and reassuring.

perhaps it was the drive that tired you out, but the second you were with timothée, you finally managed to fall asleep.