MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Pop Star (The End)

Info - pop star Timothée, fan and celebrity dynamic, jealousy, not feeling good enough, PDA

Timothée and I had been texting a lot. In fact it was nearly non stop all day, and it'd been three months. However, it was just texting. This is why I was surprised when one night, while I was making dinner, I got a FaceTime request. I answered it. He begged me to talk to him. He said he was stressed and just needed to see my mundane life. I'd showed him what I was cooking and he seemed to cheer up considerably.

This was how our nightly face times started. I loved it, but it always had me wondering. He called me 'his girl' and he seemed more serious than friends with me. Could I be imagining all this?

"You know where I'll be tomorrow my girl?" He asked, and my stomach dropped.

"Where?" I asked. He'd been on tour for all these months.

"Back in New York! Last show of the tour. I got you tickets, it's at Madison Square Garden, and I'd love to see you."

"Really Timmy?" I asked.

"Sorry if it's too much," he said.

"No, no, I'd love to go! I've never been able to afford one of your shows."

I dressed the absolute best I could the night of. He never sent me the tickets so I didn't know how this would work. I kept checking my email to make sure. To my surprise as soon as the people at the door saw me I was ushered in. I was brought backstage where Timothée was in pants but no shirt, getting ready.

"Y/n," he said excitedly and nearly tripped as he ran over to give me a hug. His skin was warm and soft against mine. I melted into him.

"I missed you my girl," he sighed.

"I missed you more," I said. He held me back from him, looking all over his face.

"You're so much prettier in person," he said.

"You too," I said.

"Thanks for always taking my calls and dealing with my shit. It means a lot. I know I'm a drama Queen," he laughed.

"I like drama queens," I shrugged and he laughed. I spotted a huge bouquet.

"Wow, did someone spend their whole paycheck at the flower shop for you?" I asked.

"Ah, I actually bought those for someone," he said, not meeting my eyes. My heart sunk. He had a crush or a girlfriend. I'd been so foolish to hope.

After, I was taken to a front from seat near the cat walk. I couldn't believe my luck. I couldn't wait to watch him preform.

When he came out he was all glitz and glam and star power. He was so amazing to see in person no YouTube video did it justice. He was on a roll, hitting every note with ease. I especially loved when he took over the lead electric guitar for a song and laid on the ground, playing it intensely like one of those old rock stars. Finally, the show was starting to end. It was the song I was most looking forward to; a slow romantic number that had told him was my favorite.

"I need a little help with this one," he panted into the mic. He got on his stomach and he was right in front of me. Others grabbed at him but he only stared at me.

"Care to join me?" He asked. I felt like I was in a dream as I nodded. The crowd was screaming in shock and jealousy as the body guards got me on stage. He had a chair set up for me.

He began to sing, but it was very clear it was to me. A couple notes in he stood behind me and I felt his arms creep around me in a hug. I was on fire and I didn't know what this meant. Halfway through he brought out the massive bouquet and laid it in my lap. On the last note we were close and his eyes were glued to mine. I shuddered.

"Read the note," he said covering the mic. I hadn't noticed the note on the flowers. It said ,"kiss me if you'd possibly want to be my girlfriend. Xoxo - Your Timmy."

I wrapped my arms around him and gave him the biggest kiss I could. When I moved back his eyes were gleaming.

"Really?" He asked, again, covering his mic. I could vaguely hear the crowd, but I was so focused in on him that it didn't bother me.

"Yes, my Timmy, the drama Queen," I grinned.