My Timothee Chalamet imagine <3333

Met gala <3

Sitting down after the Met gala with a bunch of celebrities Timothee and i sat at the end of a table. I sensed Timothee urging to go home, he seemed uncomfortable and quiet,
"Wanna head out?" I whispered in his ear lightly, he shifted his head towards me and leaned towards me,
"10 minutes." He quietly spoke, he clutched my hand and rubs his thumb across my palm. I lit my last cigarette and started having a separate conversation with a gentleman called Liam, i felt Timothee's eyes glare straight into my head. I giggled at Liam so much, I'd imagine him as my brother. I sensed Timothee talking, but looking at us every 10 seconds. I was having a laugh with Liam for the last 10 minutes until i felt a firm grip clasp against my forearm. I turned around to Timothee tugging me,
"We're going!" He said annoyingly, i hugged Liam goodbye and Timothee yanked me away. I awaited until he dragged me out to the car park until i frantically stepped in front of him,
"What the fuck is your problem," I yelled he looked at me dead in the eye,
"You're my fucking problem. Flirting with another guy right in front of me," he called
"I didn't do shit," I blabbered,
"You don't even fucking love me," he accused,
"Of course I do." Timothee started to get tears in his eyes, I didn't intend to hurt him. I was having fun!
"Well if you fucking did you would make the fuck out of me in this parking lot." He sobbed, i strolled towards him, my silent steps almost as loud as a car horn and stared at him. He couldn't even hold his shit together. He almost burst out crying. Did I upset them this much?

He walked away and I watched him get, further and further away. I burst into tears,
"I DIDN'T FUCKING FLIRT WITH LIAM!" I cried out, I fell onto my knees, causing Timothee to turn around ecstatically, he ran quickly to me. He held his arms around me cradling me in the middle of a parking lot until his assistant showed up in a limousine. He sat right by my side while I slept on his shoulder. The tears still blotched on my face. I felt my eyes sting, but Timothee holding me tighter every time there was a harsh turn. I was in relief, but also devastation.