My Timothee Chalamet imagine <3333

Argument </3

Walking Timothee into the house, my bags were still packed, he looked confused but i tried to ignore them. As he sat on the bed he looked at me strangely,
"Why are your bags still packed?" He asked, I sighed,
"I haven't made my decision yet, I'm starting to wonder whether that tape wasn't real." I replied, i was still devastated,
"Of course it was real. I didn't want to be with her!" His tone started to get serious,
"Well I'm still unsure of everything!"
"Why do you always have to be so fucking strange?!" He yelled, I started to get upset, tears formed like puddles in my eyes,
"I can't help it" i mumbled quietly,
"Speak up you pathetic imbosile!" He shouted, his voice got angrier and angrier.
"I said i can't fucking help it!" I got a bit louder, he stood up and got right in my face,
"Don't fucking speak to me like that, learn some respect!" He pushed me unmeaningly hard, causing me to fall and bang my head on the wall, "Shit! Are you alright?!" He tried to ask me and he tried to cradle me, I pushed him,
"Get the fuck off! This is why i don't fucking trust you!" I yelled exceedingly louder than usual. Timothee's expression raised,
"I've known you for 6 years! Why can't you trust me?" He asked his tone angered. I stared him in the eyes, tears dripping down my face and walked off, him following me. As i grabbed a suitcase he turned me round by my shoulders and kissed me on the lips. I pulled away,
"Get lost." I walked out, Timothee got upset and sat crying on the doorstep.
"I always go wrong." He mumbled rubbing his left eye with his palm. I couldn't drive off, I jumped out of the car straight into Timothee's arms.
"I couldn't say goodbye with an argument. I'm sorry, but i need a break." I explained,
"Ok." He mouthed, his tears still streaming with regret, I drove away, not knowing where to go next.