Timothée Chalamet one shots

I understand you ((Kyle))

A/N: this one's going to be a bit more personal for me. TW: This story will also address cancer and struggles such as anxiety, paranoia, and depression.
Please read with caution or if these topics bother you, avoid this chapter.

You knew of him from the band he was involved in. The popular teen who was actually rather quiet, often at a cafe table with book and cigarette in his mouth. He was really into reading. He played bass in the band, he first spotted you one day after a gig. You could see it deep in his eyes-

He was hurting. You weren't aware of his situation or why he was as upset as he was. But you could see it. Despite him trying to hide it so well, when you decided to approach him that day, life would be changing soon for the both of you as now neither of you would be alone. You'd have each other.

You walked up to him "Kyle, right?" You asked. You looked at him. His messy fluffy curls perfectly framing his perfect features. The only thing that was off was the pain in his eyes that he quickly tried to cover up with a smile. He nodded "yea, and you are?" He asked.

"Y/N" you smile and shook hands. His hands felt so smooth and warm, yet also cold. You looked at him "you were great up there" you said referring to his playing.

This seemed to earn a smile cause he smiled softly "thank you" he said. He set down his bass in its case and closed it. He slung it over his shoulder "need a ride home? Its sorta late" he said. His grip on his case strap tightening some as he knew soon he'd be home and reminded of his father who was sick with cancer, and then the anxiety would creep in again and possibly set him off in a panic attack.

You nodded, your mom was busy and it was dark and unsafe to wander alone so you agreed. Following Kyle to his car as you both got in. He got your address and began driving. His breathing you noticed was a bit uneven and you became concerned. You had your own struggles, one of your relatives was sick with the same horrid sickness that stole so many lives.

"Kyle? You okay?" You asked softly, worry in your eyes. He quickly composed himself, praying his soft sniffle hadn't been heard, however it had been. He sighed "I-I'm fine..." was all he said. Not wanting to open up to just anyone so easily or so soon. He was scared and paranoid.

You sighed softly and nodded. You heard your phone ring and you answered. Seconds later and your face fell, eyes clouding up. Kyle noticed this as he pulled over. His eyes didn't leave you.

You buried your face in your arms, sniffles and cries emitting from you. Kyle looked shocked and his eyes held concern, he put a hand on your shoulder "hey...what happened?" He had  a soft sweet side, he acted different when his friends were around but really, he was sweet and he cared.

You looked at him and crashed against him, your head buried in his jacket against his chest as you wept, explaining everything with eyes that held pain and anger.

He rubbed your back and hair and sighed sadly. He held you "I'm so sorry, I know how this feels...its horrible...." he said. Although his dad still lived, Kyle had anxiety and panic attacks and he was paranoid of many things, his cool act was all just an act.

Sniffling you look up at him, your eyes meet in understanding and he held you close as you hugged him. You two understood each other and knew each other's pain. He let his own tears fall as you grieved and he cried in bitterness towards the world.

After that night. You two became closer as months went by. He accompanied you to the funeral as your moral support and shoulder to cry on that you'd need. You were there for him as well and you worked through the hard days. It wasn't easy, and the road was bumpy. But by the end you healed as most as anyone would, when his father passed you guided him as he had to you. By the end of your shared school's final year, you two had become close and even a couple. He was sweet and good to you and you were to him.

A/N: Y/N represents my own struggles and personal experiences. Kyle i learned had went through what I had and as a result I felt a connection