MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

When I Was Your Man (the end)

Info - heart break, sad acceptance speech, punching and cutting off friends, poor mental health, forgiving someone who doesn't deserve it, mention of weed

I wasn't doing well. I didn't care to shave or shower. I missed her more than I even thought possible. I couldn't believe how different life was without her.

"Dude you're free! Come on, live your single life!" Dean, the cause of this mess, kept saying. I'd dealt with it thus far, but today would've been our three year anniversary and it was particularly hard. I was crying, staring at the gift I'd made for her. It was a scrapbook of our time together.

"Shut the actual fuck up. You lost me the best thing in my life," I growled.

"No, I got you a ticket to pound-" he tried to say town but I slammed my fist into his face. I cut off every friend that had been there that night.

I tried contacting her over and over. She didn't reply. I told her I was dumb, I told her I regretted it, I promised I'd do better.

The paps caught her with a guy a couple weeks later, and I was broken. I hoped he gave her absolutely everything I'd failed to give her. I wanted to corner him, and lecture him about the way he should treat her, the little things he should admire, but I stayed away.

A few weeks later I found out I was nominated for an award. I remembered, cringing, how is said I'd fuck a model at the next red carpet event. I wasn't even excited for the damn award, let alone wanting to get it up for some random chick.

I couldn't believe I won. Of course when I looked like utter shit, I won. I slowly made it up and took the award. I was silent for a long time, I heard awkward coughing in the crowd.

"You know this is an honor, and I'm probably being an asshole but......," I was shaking my head pressing my lips together to stop the tears from coming.

"This isn't the highest honor I've ever had," I said, my voice faltering. "No award will ever be comparable to being the boyfriend of y/n y/l/n. Baby I miss you so much and I know I'm bringing unwanted attention to you, but I miss you like hell. I think you've moved on and that's great for you, but I pray to God he treats you the way you deserve, the way I didn't. I just want to say I'm sorry. I am so insanely sorry. You deserved so much better and I couldn't see it because I was blinded by the glitz and glam of models and Hollywood, I didn't see the steady gem I had in my arms. I'm just a complete idiot. You were more important than any award, any model, and actress."

I took a deep and shuddering breath. Tears dripped onto the the award. I sighed and mopped my eyes.

"Yeah, so um, thanks for everyone who thought I deserved this," I said and walked off to silence and no one clapped or cheered.

I wasn't going to go to the after party. I didn't have any interest. I drove home slowly. I couldn't wait to drown my sorrows in weed. I'd just lay down and smoke and remember all our greatest hits and then dissolve into tears and fall asleep.

When I got home, I saw someone on my stoop. I was confused as to who in the world it would be. I got out, ready to confront a fan, and move them along as fast as possible.

"Timmy," her voice seemed to echo in the air.

"Baby? Y/n?" I asked and tears sprung to my eyes. She was probably here to rebuke me, and tell me that I needed to stop mentioning her.

"Yeah, it's me angel," she said and I was nearly bowled over by her. I held her so tight.

"I'm dreaming aren't I?" I asked.

"No, no sweetie, I'm back. I forgive you. I heard how you cut off all your friends, you must be so lonely," she said and ran her hands through my hair. My knees wobble, I am weak. I fell to my knees.

"Timothée?" I asked in horror.

"What did I do to deserve you? Just like this, you're back? I-I can't accept-"

"Don't say that, I want you. You had peer pressure, you got lost in the fame. You've changed since then. Baby, I want you back," she said, holding my face.

"Promise you'll break up with me if I ever act that way again," I begged her. She helped me stand and kissed me. I was so content, peace was laced in every second.

"I will, but I don't believe you'll go there again, you've learned your lesson haven't you?" She asked.

"Yes, yes my love," I said and held her tight to me.

"Come on baby, you look a mess. Let me make you something to eat and help you take a shower, you need a shave too," she giggled.

"I swear I don't deserve you," I shook my head.

"Well you have me regardless," she smiled.

"What about that boy you were with?" I asked suddenly.

"It was a one date thing, it just made me miss you."

"Well, I swear I haven't touched anyone since that day, not even for comfort," I promised.

"I know," she said.

"How do you?" I asked.

"Because I know you Tim, I know you."