obvious

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Song: Obvious - Ariana Grande.

timothée's pov

"Good morning." she says.

I can barely keep my eyes open, but try my best. "Good morning."

She moves closer to me, wrapping her arms around me. I can't help but relax into them as I start to warm up. Nothing else is more important than this.

I bring my face up to her, finally opening my eyes fully. I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. I can't help but also melt into the taste.

Y/n makes me want to believe in love to put it quite plainly. I have never been with such a kind, caring, sweet, perfect person before. I almost think she's too good to be true, I never feel deserving of her, but she always reminds me that I am. I'm just praying we don't fuck this up.

We've each had our fair share of relationships before getting together, that's no surprise. My relationships ranged from weeks to months long, lovable and messy, passionate and apathetic.

But in the end they never really meant anything significant.

Other's that I've had tried to impress me before, but not y/n. We met through mutual friends at a restaurant one night, the second she walked through the door, I knew she was the real thing. And I knew right then and there that I wanted her to be mine. I thought I made that clear to her that night, but I didn't think I would have to spell it out for her to know.

There's just something about her that feels healing. I can't figure out what it is or how it happens, it just feels that way, not that I'm complaining at all either. I don't think I've ever been so in love until now.

"Are you busy today?" I ask, hoping I can get lucky and make her stay the afternoon.

She nods. "I have a meeting that starts at 2:00."

I look over her shoulder at the alarm clock, it's already 10:00. I sigh, "Just promise me you'll come back soon." I say like a needy child.

She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my lips this time. "I promise. I'll cut it short if I have to just to come back to you."

I laugh, shaking my head. "How far is the meeting from here?"

She thinks for a second. "Thirty, forty minute drive."

"Maybe you should leave now, I don't want you to be late and there's going to be tons of traffic."

"I know," she says, engulfing me in her arms, "but I can't stand being away from you for so long."

I hug her tightly. "You're not going to another country," I laugh "just a few miles away."

"Still too far way from you."

"If you think you're going that far, maybe, you should pack a suitcase too."

She laughs, pecking me up on the cheek. Y/n drags herself off the bed, getting up to open the blinds. The whole room seems to turn white with the strong sun shinning in.

Her hands go up in the air and she stretches, letting out a yawn. I yawn too, burying myself beneath the blankets that I, thankfully, get to stay in today. My eyes follow her across the room, she walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

If there's anything I love more than y/n, it's the thought of her never leaving. Yes, she'll leave for work, so will I. Yes, she'll leave to spend time with her family and her friends, so will I. It's the thought of her never leaving me, leaving us, that I love.

The days upon us repeat and I don't want them to stop. Today's morning moment took a switch, she woke up first while I continued to sleep. Most days I wake up first and get my steps up on the treadmill while she sleeps, waiting for her groggy body to find me during the early hours.

My love is free, especially for her. There's no price on my loyalty, she doesn't even have to ask for it. She's got me right where she wants me, no shit. We tell each other our dirty truths, they never leave this house. It get's hard to think when she's under me, but not anywhere else.

As much as I tell her I love and appreciate her, I almost feel like it's never enough, even though it's obvious. Could I be more obvious?


A/N: Can someone lmk if the song is linked or not? And I thought I'd do another song imagine just bc I love writing them & decided to switch it to 'his' point of view instead of 'hers' like I've done before. Hope you liked it!

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