My Timothee Chalamet imagine <3333

Break up number 2 </3

It had been almost 2 years since me and Timothee had gotten back together. It had been a while since i had seen him, as he was out of LA filming a new film. He came home today. I decided to get out of the house until tonight when he got home. I had gotten him a few things from the most expensive store in town, ready to surprise him.

It was now 7 pm, he was due home at 5:30 pm. I pulled up to his car outside, i smiled at the sight. As i got out i grabbed the bag of stuff and unlocked the door with my keys, the dangling key ring of us hitting my fingers. I placed my stuff on the kitchen counter, slipped my shoes up and tip toed upstairs. I vaguely opened the door and there he was, i was stunned. He was making out with another girl?! Someone prettier, slimmer and better dressed than me,
"What the fuck?!" I yelled, Timothee bounced up and ran towards me i slammed the door and headed to the bathroom. As i tried to lock the bathroom door Timothee barged in,
"Hey wait! Emmie i can explain." He supposed i sighed and looked at him in disgust,
"I trusted you. You ruined us!" I started to sob and he tried to hug me, I yanked him off,
"Get the fuck off of me!" I ordered, I walked into the room the girl was in and started packing,
"You can have him, have him all to yourself," Timothee walked in as i said that, "and as for you Timothée Hal Chalamet, you stay away from me and don't ever speak to me or my family again!" Timothee buried his face in his hands, i couldn't look at him, the state i was in. I ran out with the suitcase and headed to the kitchen. Timothee followed me. I packed up some food to travel home and Timothee just stared,
"What the fuck do you want!" I asked annoyingly,
"What's that and why can't we talk?!" He asked tears flowing like a waterfall from his eyes.
"Talk? Talk! How about you carry on enjoying your time with your side chick? Also this was for you! Because i missed you." I cried i threw the bag on the floor, glasses and plastic smashing. Timothee jumped and i ran out of the house into my car.
"Emmie. Please. I fucking love you." He supposed.
"IF YOU FUCKING LOVED ME YOU WOULDN'T OF BEEN FUCKING HER IN MY BED!" I shouted. "It's over." I ended the conversation and drove off. Timothee bawling on the doorstep,
"What have i done? What have i done?" He repeated,
"Timothee, you're going to carry on." The other chick said, Timothee shook his head,
"You forced me to do this shit and look where it got me!" Timothee said. This girl, known as Imogen walked over to him and grabbed a bottle. She hit him over the head, causing him to collapse on the floor. I saw it all and i drove straight back in. Timothee was unconscious and i tried to wake him up,
"Just leave him he deserved it." Imogen commanded, I turned around and punched her in the nose, As i heard footage on her phone, Timothee trying to get her off,
"YOU WERE GOING TO RAPE HIM!" I accused, I jumped on top of her Timothee still out of it ,pulling her hair apart she yanks me off her and runs out of the house. I wiped my nose as it was bleeding and mumbled,
"Rapist." As an ambulance came i told the paramedics that her injuries were in defence of Timothee getting raped. I sat on the carpeted stairs and watched Timothee get taken away. I cried my eyes out, i had hurt him so much.