timothée chalamet requests

☾ request five

@timoteespeach

timothée's pov

"I missed you." I said, wrapping my arms around y/n right as she walked into the house.

She hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek. "I missed you too."

We let go of one another, sharing a peck on the lips. She's been gone since 7:00 a.m and just got back at 10:30 p.m.

"Hungry?" I ask as we walk through the living room and toward the kitchen.

"Starving."

She sits at the kitchen table and I open up the fridge, taking out the containers of Chinese food I'd ordered earlier in the day and hand her a plate and a fork.

"Thank you." she says, opening up a container.

I rest my chin in the palm of my hand, watching her serve herself food. "Want some?" she asks.

I shake my head. "No thanks."

She hops off the chair, putting the plate in the microwave. As she stands there, I wrap my arms around her from behind, kissing the side of her head repeatedly - I can't get enough of her.

"What did you do all day?" she asks, leaning her back on my chest, tired in her voice.

"Waited for you to come back."

She laughs. "Did you really?"

"Obviously." I say.

"You've got to keep busy. I don't want you glued to the front door while I'm gone, you're finally on break and home - get out and do something nice  for yourself."

"If you say so." I sigh. I don't mind being back at home, away from work. And I don't mind waiting here all day for y/n to get back either, I'd much rather be doing that than to be halfway across the world without her around.

The microwave timer goes off and she grabs the plate of food, taking it back with her to the chair, slipping out of my arms.

"Can you hand me a napkin, please?"

I nod and grab her one, she thanks me as she takes it. "How was set?" I ask as she takes her first bite.

"Good," she says mid-chew "really busy."

"Did you get to finish the video?" I ask. Y/n is currently staring in a music video for Harry Styles' latest album, Harry's House.

She was beyond excited about getting to work with him - as she's been a fan for a long time.

But when I'd ask her what song the music video was for or what it was about, she's just dodge the question by simply saying, "you'll just have to wait and see it for yourself."

She shakes her head. "No, we've got at least two scenes that need to be reshot."

"Hmm."

"What?" she puts down her fork.

"It's nothing." I shake my head.

"It's not nothing," she says "what's wrong?"

I open my mouth, thinking carefully of what to say. "Are you close to him in the video?" I ask.

"What do you mean by close?"

"Close," I say "like all up on one another. Or are you not together in a single shot?"

She lets out a light laugh. "Would you be jealous if we were all up on one another?"

I shake my head. "No."

She shakes her head then too. "If I tell you something about the video, you have to swear you won't get mad."

I cross my arms on my chest. "It depends on what it is you're about to tell me, I can't promise you a certain reaction."

"We kissed." she says quickly.

I feel my face flush red and get warm. "Y-you- you what? You kissed?"

She nods, taking another bite of food. "Mhm."

"You kissed..like a peck or complete make out?"

"Make out." she states.

"Y/n, seriously?"

She looks offended. "What? You asked me a question and I answered it."

I scoff and head toward the stairs to go up to our bedroom. "You asked!" y/n yells.

Once I make it into our bedroom, I sit down on it and sigh. My girlfriend got to make out with Harry Styles all day today.

I know it's her job, she did and does whatever the director says. She sure as hell did whatever Harry told her to do too.

"Why are you mad?" she asks, walking into the bedroom.

"I'm not."

"Yes," she sits down next to me "you are."

I sigh again, turning in my side to face her. She has a soft look on her face. "Why are you acting like this?" she asks.

"You kissed him."

"It's not like it meant anything. It's what I was told to do and I did as told; it's my job."

"I know." I reply. "But I don't know, I just don't think you like me as much as you do him."

"Are you serious?" she asks and wraps me up in her arms. "Mon amour, you're crazy. I love you, not anyone else."

"Not even Harry Styles?"

She sighs. "I love him, yes, but not like I love you. My love for Harry is that of a fan, my love for you is that of, well, a lover."

I let out a pathetic laugh, shaking my head. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." she rests her chin on my shoulder. "You know I get the same way."

Every time I get a role, it somehow always involves lots of kissing someone or getting sexual with them, both of which y/n's not very fond of.

But you can't even out our score of jealousy when I feel the same way about the things she does.

Having insecurities and jealousy in relationships has always been a problem of mine and I'm trying to work on them. But they certainly don't help when I react to things the way I did earlier.

"I love you, Timothée."

"I love you too." I say, kissing her forehead.

She takes her chin off my shoulder, looking up me with tired eyes. I lean down and kiss her lips softly. "Nobody compares to you."

I squint my eyes at her. "Did you just make a Once Direction reference?"

She just smiles.