Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Never Leave (P4)

Warnings - drunk, drinking, bad memory, toxic Timmy but it's appreciated, wanting to have sex but can't because of being drunk

I was out with Zendaya, I was still on Holiday with Timmy. I never wanted this to end. The two weeks was way too short. I was so thankful to Zendaya for helping me. She had PERSONALLY called into work for me when I'd been denied leave. She was such a badass. I'd always gotten along with her, and this trip made us feel even closer. We were both decently tipsy.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so serious," she said, the alcohol giving her red undertones. "He would not shut up about you. I've never seen him this bad. When we filmed Dune one you'd just started dating and even then I thought it was a bit much, but now, girl he's got it baaaaaad!"

"Awww am I toxic if I say that's cute," I said.

"Hell no, Tom better be doing it about me that's all I can say."

"The other night he was really upset I didn't let him touch me under the table, he was jealous of Austin!"

"Under the table! You bad kids!"

"He just, well, physical touch means a lot to him. It's his love language. When he can't touch me he gets grouchy, but it's more than that. I think his mind is always all over the place and a touch can ground him. It means a lot to him, it shows him he's desirable and good. It's not just a sexual thing. He really just needs it."

"Can I tell you Tom's?" She whispered.

"Touch, I feel like most boys are," I said.

"Nope," she grinned. "He's sooooo embarrassed by it, but I know you're safe."

"I need to know now!" I said excitedly.

"Gifts, he's so ashamed that he's a celebrity who likes stuff, but I think it's adorable. I can literally get him a gum ball ring or a 99 cent bag of pop corn and he melts."

"That's cuuuute!" I said.

"I wanna tell you something," She said after a few moments.

"What?"

"It's about Timothée, but I shouldn't," she said.

"Now you have to! Please please please!" I begged.

"Fine. He's uh, well he's got a ring," she whispered. The liquor made me confused.

"I know, he's got a lot of rings, they look so good on him," I ended with a dreamy sigh, forgetting the conversation.

"No, like, for you," she said.

"Yeah he's gotten me a couple. Why?"

She sighed, and took the glass from my hands. She put her hands on my shoulders and took a deep breath. "Y/n, he's gotten you an ENGAGEMENT ring, because he wants to MARRY you."

"What!" I said, all breath leaving my lungs.

"Yeah, he showed me. He designed it himself and it's gorgeous!"

"Okay, I'm sorry, I've got to see him!" I said, gathering my things. She reassured me as I ran off. I burst into his hotel room. He was crying! All thoughts left my mind. I rushed to him, and straddled him so I could be close enough to look at him and wipe his face.

"Angel?" I asked.

"I did something really bad, and I'm worried you'll be mad at me," he said worriedly.

"I doubt it," I said, after the news I'd heard, he wasn't going to be able to piss me off.

"I was sitting here sadly because you weren't here. Then I started masturbating to feel better. And I thought to myself, if I'm missing you think much because you're spending the day with Z, what will I do when you leave?"

"Timmy," I noticed the mini bar had some empty bottles. "Have you been drinking?"

"You have too," he said defensively, and we both burst into giggles.

"Continue my boy," I said kissing his cheek.

"I did something extremely toxic," he whispered.

"Tell me," I urged.

"I called your job and quit on your behalf, a-and then I called the director and demanded he make room in the budget to take you along and added to the meal and room list or I'd quit."

"Timothée," I gasped.

"I'm sorry, I just love you so much, I'm not trying to trap you. Your boss said they'd hold your job for you because they didn't want to lose you. They said if you wanted you could even work online."

"Timmy," I said and pressed my hand to his heart. It was banging around wildly in his chest. "I'm not offended. I'm actually relieved."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, I didn't want to leave you either, are you kidding?"

"Mon Amor!" He said excitedly. We launched into a giddy, heavy, make out session.

"Mmm, can we have sex?" He asked.

"We're both drunk," I moaned.

"Doesn't that cancel each other out then," he said, massaging my ass.

"No, unfortunately, but the second we wake up, take me," I challenged.

"Wonderful," he rolled his eyes. "I love falling asleep with a raging boner."

"I'm sorry, but I do love you," I said.

"I love you too."

When I woke up, I remembered what Timothée had done, but no matter what I did, I couldn't remember what Zendaya had told me. I knew it was important, but what had it been?