timothée chalamet imagines

today

timothée's pov

"All done." I say, zipping up my suitcase.

"Great." y/n says in a dry tone.

I look up at her. She's leaning against our doorframe, arms crossed on her chest.

I stand up and walk myself and my suitcase over to the other side of the room so it can join the heap of others.

Y/n's laying in our bed by the time I turn around after counting my suitcases once again.

I get into bed with her, laying on my side to meet her face.

"Can you not be upset right now?" I ask.

"How can I not be upset?" she asks, intertwining the fingers of our hands "You're leaving."

I sigh again. "Not until tomorrow morning."

"But it'll still be tomorrow."

I raise our hands a press a short kiss to the back of hers, making her smile and drop them down onto the mattress. "But we still have today."

A/N: this has to be one of the shortest imagines i've ever written. i'm not too sure how i feel abt it either, but it's getting posted anyway!