Timothée Chalamet One Shots

Does He Love You

~RPF

~Characters: Armie Hammer, Timothee Chalamet(mentioned), Reader

~Pairings: Timothee x Reader, Timothee x Armie

~Warnings: Mentions of cheating, Angst

~Word Count: 714

~ Song Fic: Does He Love You - Reba McEntire ft. Linda Davis

You sat on the roof of your building, the breeze cool and comforting. You sipped the drink in your hand as you chatted with the man across from you. Armie, your husband's best friend. You've known Armie for years. He was there for pretty much every important moment in you and Timothee's lives. This was going to be difficult, but you needed to do this.

"So, what's up?" Armie asked, placing his drink on the wicker table between the two of you. "You said you needed to talk to me about something."

"I do." You gave a light nod of your head.

Armie wasn't stupid, he could sense something was off. "Y/N, what is it?"

"I know." You said simply.

WIth a furrowed brow and confused look he spoke. "Know what?"

"Armie," You said, looking up and making eye contact. "I know." You said again.

Armie looked down at the glasses on the table. "I have no idea-"

"Please," You cut him off. "don't pretend I'm a fool." He is way too happy to go to work nowadays when it involves LA."

"Y/N-"

"I guess, in reality I've known for a while now." You take a sip of your whiskey. "I just pretend not to know."

There is silence between the two of you for a bit as the words sink into Armie's head.

"He still loves you; you know." Armie admitted. You didn't need the confirmation. Hearing it didn't hurt any less. "He rushes home to you afterward, always. You know that. I mean, if he wouldn't love you, he wouldn't have given you his last name. You know that's a big deal to him."

"Marriage doesn't mean much in this day and age." You take another long sip.

"Who gets to wake up to his perfect, angel face every morning? You do. He makes sure about that." Armie exhales in defeat. "I never pretended to be number one. I know you are number one to him. You get his mornings, his days, most of his nights. I get occasional nights and weekends here and there." He stares at his hands in his lap as he picks his nails.

"Does he love you, though?" You ask bluntly, Armie's eyes jumping to yours.

"He's never said it." Armie confesses.

"You can tell when you screw someone. Does he love you?"

"I don't know." Armie can see the tears in your eyes. "He tells me he cares about me. That he needs me." You scoff. "What?"

"He tells me that, too." You wipe away a stray tear. "So. Who is he playing here?"

"Maybe neither?"

"Does he lay awake in bed and tell you all the things he wants in life with you? All the things he desires most? I mean, does he treat you the same he treats me? I need to know these things!"

"Does it matter?!"

"To me it does! I believed for years I was the only one he even looked at and now I find out he lies next to you and it's all the same! Who is he really deceiving here, Armie?"

"Maybe we're fucking fooling ourselves!" Armie shouts. "Maybe we are both being played! Fuck! I don't know!" Armie leans forward, tears free falling suddenly. "I have NOTHING to gain from this! Either way I lose and you know it!"

"Like I don't! I have EVERYTHING to lose. I lose my husband, my marriage! I gave up EVERYTHING to be with Tim!" Your own tears were streaking your face at this point. "I just need to know!"

Armie stands and walks over next to you and sits. "I don't know a lot of things. I know that I love him." Armie confessed as his voice breaks. "I hate that I do because we could never really be together, and you know that. And I know he feels for me, but he loves you. He tells me that when we lie in bed together." Your eyes darted to his. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to hear the man you love remind you that his heart, although momentarily is yours, truly belongs to someone else?" He reaches and wipes away the fresh tear that fell. "It's up to you to decide if that's enough."