timothée chalamet imagines

"it's always been you"

timothée's pov

I downed another shot, shaking my head to get over the burning pain in my throat. I flipped the shot glass over on it's rim, letting the bartender know I was done for the night.

They came over, taking the glass away and grabbing the money I left for them beside it. Maybe I've had too many drinks, maybe that's just what I needed.

I get up from the stool, making my way over to the bathroom. In the midst of my journey, I bump into someone, immediately apologizing.

"It's okay."

I recognize that voice and look up. "Y/n?"

"Timothée!" she smiles and hugs me tightly "I haven't seen you in forever."

She pulls away, still having a hold on the side of my arms. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I smile "how are you?"

She continues smiling brightly. "I'm great."

"What are you doing back in town?" I ask "last I heard you moved to Florida, right?"

"Yeah." she says as a tall man appears behind her, snaking his arms around her waist tightly . She takes her arms off of me, dropping them down to her sides. The mean grabs a hold of her face, kissing her passionately.

Y/n giggles, pushing him away with a whisper to stop. "I'm engaged," she lifts her left hand up, showing the quite large and flashy ring, "this is my fiancé, (whatever name you want.)

My mouth drops open slightly. "Congratulations." They exchange thank you's.

"We're having our engagement party and wedding in town." y/n says.

"(whatever name you chose)" he says, reaching out his hand to shake mine. I tell him my name. "um, how do you know, y/n?"

I clear my throat. "We grew up together, lived two houses away from one another."

"Wow," he says blandly as we all go silent. "We should get going, babe, it's late." he tells her.

"I want to catch up with Timothée," she says, loosening from his arms, "give me a few minutes?"

He looks hesitant, but nods his head eventually. "I'll meet you outside." he says, giving her another kiss and leaves the bar.

Y/n and I sit down at a table. The bar is quiet, it's just a local one. We used to come here all the time with all of our other friends the second we hit 21.

"So, what have you been up to?" she asks, hanging her purse onto the chair.

"Working," I say "bouncing back from here to Los Angeles."

"Right, right," she smiles "you're Timothée Chalamet, big movie star."

"I wouldn't say big movie star." I chuckle.

"You're in almost every magazine, almost every major motion picture, and you get to work with some of the biggest names in the industry," she rambles "you seem like a pretty big movie star, that is to me at least."

"Have you been keeping tabs on me all these years?" I joke.

"No," she laughs "but I can't help see your face in or on something no matter where I go. It's like you're following me and the rest of America."

"I'll be sure to take some time away from the screens soon, give you and America a break from my face." I say and we both laugh.

We lock eyes for a second, not saying a thing with smiles and focus our faces. It's like we're both stuck in a trance. Y/n's face loosens and she shakes her head. "I should go," she gets up and out of her seat "(whatever name you chose) is waiting for me, and he's not a patient man." she quickly says with an exhausted chuckle.