MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Pop Star p1

Info - pop star Timmy, fan reader, tattoo, disguise

"You're Timothée Chalamet, right?" A gorgeous girl had approached me. I'd thought my disguise was pretty good. I'd scooped all my curls into a hat. I had on thick shades. I was wearing an outfit that wasn't normally my style. I just wanted to enjoy France and not be chased through the streets.

"I promise I won't tell," she whispered. Something about the way she moved and carried herself made me curious. It was like meeting her was hearing a story, but then came the cliffhanger and I had to get to know her and know what happened next.

"Yeah it's me, you're the first to notice," I smiled.

"I'm so sorry, could you just sign something for me and I'll be out of your hair," she said desperately.

"Na, I don't have a pen, but you can sit and have coffee with me," I offered.

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah, come on, I'll look less suspicious anyway," I said.

"Thank you," she sat down. I took in her small hands, with chipped blue nail polish. They were shaking so I covered them with my larger ones.

"It's okay, I don't bite," I smirked.

"S-sorry, I just owe so much to you," she said, and pulled up her sleeve to show me some of my lyrics tattoo onto her forearm.

"People always say that," I mused, as I traced the ink with a finger. She shuddered. I didn't realize I'd have such an effect.

"I think it's bs. I got you through shit because you're strong, not me. I'm just living my dream, and you've helped me. I owe you."

"I don't agree," she said, and I was surprised. "I think you being you and doing what you do contributes a lot to me being happier. I could've fixated on any celebrity, chosen any artist, but I fell for you because of who you are naturally."

"Maybe," I grinned.

We talked For a long time. Eventually she became more natural. She still jumped every time I touched her though. As we spoke I found the way her mind worked interesting. I liked her voice. I thought she was very pretty.

"Could I give you my personal number?" I asked at the end of the time.

"Oh, oh of c-course," she said shakily.

"I know I can trust you not to give it out," I said honestly.

"Of course you can trust me," she nodded eagerly. We parted ways but my body felt a little warmer and my heart a little fuller.