Fear. That was what you felt, gripping at your chest, as you laid in bed. Not for yourself, but for Ben.
But, you were still worried for Ben, rather than yourself, stupidly enough.
You sat up in the large bed you shared with Timothee, and looked over at your nightstand. The clock read 3:04 AM. Turning to look over at Tim, he was sleeping peacefully, his curly brown locks fallen over his eyes. He had his back turned to you, so it was hard to tell whether or not he was awake. How could he sleep there so peacefully, and act as if he did not just harm his so called love?
You couldn't take it anymore. You were tired of his words saying I love you, while his actions said the complete opposite. You were breaking. You couldn't live with this psychopathy any longer, for fear you could end up just like them. You knew if you didn't get out soon, you would. You were completely unfazed by dead bodies. You tended to see them a lot nowadays.
You had to leave. Immediately.
You knew Timothee was an extremely light sleeper, so you would have to give him a reason for your absence. And then, if you were to run into someone else in the family, then you would have to have an even better excuse. After that you would have to find somewhere to go. You didn't have any close family or friends so that could be tricky, but then again, it could put them in danger. Ben! He would let you stay with him.
Now that you had, somewhat of a plan, you could finally leave. Crawling over to where Tim lay, you kissed the corner of his lips, then brought yours to his ear.
"I'll be right back." you murmured against his ear, before pushing the sheets off your body, and slipping out of bed. You tiptoed over to the door, before the sound of Timothee's voice stopped you.
"Y/n. Where are you going?"you felt him behind you, pressing against your back, his hand on your waist.
Time to turn on the charm.
Turning around and pressing your hands against his chest, you whispered "To get a drink of water." you felt his cold hands against your hips as he muttered an 'alright'. "Need me to get you anything?" you asked, placing a quick kiss on his nose.
"No, just come back when your done." he said, and leaned down to kiss your lips.
The kiss, wasn't rough, but it wasn't exactly soft either. His lips molded against yours perfectly, as his hands gripped your sides a bit tighter. The feeling gave you butterflies. You hated it.
Pulling away, you turned back around, and walked out the door.
Through the hallways and down the stairs, you were about to go through the main entrance, when you thought better of it. If anyone were to come down the stairs, they would see you immediately. So instead you decided you would go through the door in the small room behind the kitchen.
Maneuvering your way around the chairs and tables in the lounge, you made your way to the kitchen.
"Shit." you muttered, seeing the lamp on. But as you were about to turn back, someone called your name.
"Y/n? What are you doing, up at this hour?"
Alex. Damnit.
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oh lord, this just went downhill from the start. i am really upset with the outcome of this chapter, and i might change it soon, but for now, this will do. Im sorry to disappoint anyone who was expecting more, because honestly i was too. This has not been proofread so i will do that later, and hopefully rewrite a bit. tysm ily <3
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The Family Won't Like This -Timothee Chalamet x reader x Ben Barnes
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