My Sister's Best Friend [T.Chalamet]

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I cannot believe this is the last chapter, and the fact that i have actually written a full fanfiction?! omds! Anyway, I hope you are all having a great day today.

He drags me out of my room whilst grabbing my hand. I can't help but smile. It feels as if this heavy stone has finally been taken off of my chest and I feel free, as if I am capable of doing anything. That is what it felt like whenever I was with him. Him. He made me feel like I was capable of anything and every single thing in the world, I guess that is what lo-

"Hey Saoirse," he said, stopping in his tracks as she was sat on the table, waiting for him, I'm guessing. annoying thing is he stopped so quick I did not have time to react so my face smashed into his shoulder and I guess out of instinct I did not move my face but rested it on his shoulder. Saoirse was staring at us.

It was quiet between us, all around.

"I was thinking of going out for a bit; I wanted to take you with me too, if that is ok for you?" Timothée spoke up, asking Saoirse. She turned to look at me. I moved myself off of his shoulder and looked up at Saoirse, cautiously nodding my head so he would not realise it but I'm guessing he did because his grip on my hand tightened. She lets us both go and I can swear I catch her smiling even though she is trying her utmost to hide it.

We got into a cab and Timothée whispered to the cab driver the address. I asked but he would not tell me. "It's a surprise," he responded, kissing the top of my head. We passed through the streets of the city, buildings, and houses—even some of Timothée's favourite food places. I kept waiting for the cab to stop in front of one of the food places but he kept driving. He stops for a second and Timothée gets out, He kisses me on the cheek and tells me he'll be back in less than five minutes.

So now I'm sitting in the cab with the driver waiting for him, I try to ask the driver but he does not tell me either. He returns with a small bag but I cannot see what items are in there. Eventually the driver stops in front of a music theater; it seemed quite small in between two buildings and quite run-down, empty also.

When we walked in, it was not too bad, the interior seemed fine, it looked as if the place was still in use. Timothée guided me towards the left wing of the theatre, When he opened the door, it was surrounded by several lights and candles bordering two seats. I laughed while he took my hand again to sit down, "what is this?" He climbs the steps and smiles as he pulls the curtains away, There was an entire orchestra waiting for his signal.

He held a smirk on his face as he saw my face drop at this, "you always did love your music," he said as he walked towards me and sat down. He took my hand in his and kissed it, placing it back on the table but he did not let go.

The conductor began, instructing the orchestra to play "(your favourite song)" by (your favourite whatever).

That true, genuine feeling of solace—I had forgotten what that felt like until he came into my life. In this current moment, it felt as if time was put on pause, and it was just Timothée and I in the world. The music was added into that as it filled both of our ears, blocking all other sounds. The entire world was blurred out, every single person except for Timothée and I cease to exist, the only thing clear to me was Timothée.

When it ended, I turned to look at him and said, "Timothée I-"

"Don't say anything," he said as he rose up from his chair with his hand still intertwined with mine, causing me to get up too. "That's not all of it; there's still more," he continued in that cheeky but shy grin of his. Gosh, I mussed that grin of his.

"There's more?" I widened my eyes, "this was not enough?"

He smiled, and we left the building, into the cab and onto my next surprise.

The cab stopped in front of the park. He takes my hand and we both get out. It is a park. An open place where just about anybody and everybody are. He walked towards the park but I did not. I felt scared and hesitant. A part of me was questioning why he was doing this. He stopped and turned to ask me why.

"Everybody will see you, Timmy," I whispered, "they'll see the both of us."

He walks towards me and cups my face as he lightly places his lips on mine and that sudden rush of energy returns through my entire body. He pulls away just as I open my mouth for him to slide his tongue, "I don't care," he says, with his hands still cupping my face, "if they stare, let them stare."

I cannot help but smile and we both walk into the park, our hands intertwined.

He places a sheet on the floor and lies down on top of the sheet. I hesitate but he taps the empty space next to him for me lie down; eventually I do.

"Don't you just love how the sky looks at this time of day?" he comments but the truth is, I am lying down next to him and all I can see is how perfectly his earthy brown curls hung symmetrically across his perfect Greek-godlike structure. How his lips would always bake that same shape whenever he was fascinated by something, mostly because he found it beautiful. He turned to look at me and I felt a shiver cascade through my entire body and the heat simultaneously rise as he looked up at me with those same angelic eyes. He smiled as he realised I was looking at him, and used his hand to gently make me look up at the sky.

"It's beautiful," I said as I got up slightly, now resting on my elbows. I turned to look at him and now saw he was looking at me with that same look that gave me a gold rush each time. I ducked my head this time and lowered it to kiss him but he pushed away as soon as my lips touched his. He sat up and took his phone out, "Listen, y/n, over the past year or so, I ummmm." He paused, looked at me and then immediately looked back at his phone, "I wrote... quite a few... countless messages to you, but you never... you never received them simply because I felt as if I was no longer deserving of you, but here it goes." he pauses and I nod, biting my lip to see.

"I want this too. I want all of it. I want the pointless bickering, the long walks, the late-night phone calls, and the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, and to call you baby. The joking, the wrestling, the fights—how long do I feel text messages after we makeup. I want to be one of those inseparable best friend couples that people are like, "Are you still together?" that's what I want. With you. All over again." he says in one go, "if you'll have me," and I can see his face is so serious but scared at my reaction but then he sees my smiling and instantly his face changes too.

Someone stops and asks him for a picture and he takes it and then she turns away. He is looking at me now for my response, I can tell even with him smiling, how nervous he is with him, constantly biting his lower lip and moving his head around so his curls are bouncing around.

"I do," I cheesily respond and he pulls me into a deep kiss with his hands resting on either side of my face so that I will not pull away. I can hear the sound of the camera and I try to pull away but he does not. "if they stare, let them stare. I only want to be here with you right now," he whispers in between the kiss, "I want to be with you for the rest of my life." I grin and he kisses me again, but this time it is different. It is full of promises and hope.

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and that is the final chapter, my loves. I hope you all enjoyed!

Random but i thought i'd let you know, I wrote this last chapter by watching serena and nate edits for inspo and actually wrote it whilst watching the holiday :) 

I will be putting out more stories so please let me know if there's any you want me to focus on more. At the moment, atm it's just a regulus black fanfic, a draco malfoy (embarrassing but i cannot leave it incomplete) and a nate archibald fanfic xoxo.