Such a flirt - Timothée Chalamet

10- irl

I love fashion shows. They're my favorite events. I always have a great time, meeting amazing people, watching the shows is always so good and being able to talk with the creators is a privilege I'll always be thankful for. But tonight I'm exhausted, Thomas and I fought before coming, I haven't been sleeping well the past week and honestly I don't really wanna see anyone right now, I'd rather have the night to myself, a good tv show and some snacks in my bed. Michael Kors is a great designer and don't want to miss this collection, I was happy to be invited so I came, and just like last time, I forgot I planned to bring Thomas along and I didn't have the guts to ask him not to come. I can't wait for him to mess up something again, I'm probably going to break up with him tomorrow. I don't know where I'll go, I can't go back to my apartment in Washington I have too many stuff going on in New York. I'll just figure things out when the time comes, I don't want to think about it right now.

We go to our seats to watch the show and we keep our hands together, trying to pretend things are perfect. The models walk in front of us and I stay focused on the runway, keep my mind on the beautiful men and women parading in Kors' beautiful collection. Once the show is finished, it's time to socialise and take pictures with other people then we'll go to the after party. I probably won't stay long though.

– I'm gonna go say hi to some people, I'll meet you later for the after party, I say to Thomas without waiting for his approval. I look around and find some friends in the crowd. I do a quick tour of the room, make small talk with some people, take pictures with other celebrities and I can't believe it when I see familiar brown curls walking towards me.

– Well isn't it miss Bellalex?

– Wow it actually sounds really weird out loud.

– I realised that after saying it, he smiles. I'm just gonna call you Alex. Or do you prefer Bella?

– Whatever you like.

– Alex then. How've you been?

– Depends, I relax my shoulder after realising how tense I've been the whole time. Do you want an honest answer or my 'oh I'm doing great and you?' lie that I practised for small talk?

– The honest answer?? He frowns concerned.

– I'm exhausted, I sigh and start talking faster, and I'm probably gonna break up with Thomas tomorrow so my head hurts, my stomach is all weird and twisted and I could start crying at any moment for meaningless shit, I take a deep breath.

– Wow. That's a lot. Do you wanna talk about it?

– Are you gonna criticise me again and tell me 'I told you so'?

– I won't I promise, he smiles kindly.

– Yeah why not then, I start following him to the after party when I hear a voice I'd almost forgotten. Oh boy... Thomas, hey.

– Yeah okay I see how it is, he starts getting mad, saying hi to some people?

– I was yeah.

– Just to run back to this guy as soon as I wasn't close, he points at Timothée who stands behind me.

– Oh my god Thomas quit it! I try to keep my voice down. Did I ever say anything about you going out with other women? No because I don't care. For god sake I even let you hang out with some of your exes because I trust you! You see me talking five seconds with a guy and you immediately think I'm cheating on you? I lose control over my emotions and raise my voice, forgetting about the people around us. Do you know how many times I could've done it and I didn't because I loved you and that's a horrible thing to do?

– Loved me? Why are you talking like we're over?

– Well maybe we are, I calm down.

– Are you kidding me? He shouts. You can't just break up with me like that.

– I definitely wasn't planning on doing that now that's for sure but yeah I can do it. And I am.

– No you're not. We're leaving. And this time you're coming, he grabs my arm and tries to pull me to the exit. I resist but his grip is too tight for me to pull away.

– Let go of me Thomas, I say firmly, looking at him dead in the eye. I'm not your property.

– Let's get married and then you'll be.

– Wow, I exclaim. Oh my god I cannot believe you. You know I once thought we would get married. Maybe if you didn't turn out to be a fucking asshole things could've ended well. Now let go of me, I try again to get his hand off my arm with no success.

– You're coming with me, he pulls me behind him again but this time Timothée steps in and stops him.

– She told you to let her go.

– You're not telling me what to do.

– No, she is. And there's a lot of witnesses around if you hadn't noticed so you might wanna back off, Timothée makes Thomas let go of my arm and stands between him and I. Everyone is looking at us and I see Thomas getting upset.

– This is not over Alexandra, he fumes and runs to the door.

– It never is with you... I mumble as I slowly fall my back against a wall.

– Are you okay? Timothée asks nicely, sitting next to me.

– Awesome. Never better. Didn't expect the night to go like this.

– I don't think he did either.

– Yeah, you're not very good at cheering people up are you?

– Sorry it was a bad joke. Come on, he gets up and holds out his hand to help me stand. Let's go get a drink yeah?

– Oh yeah I'm gonna need that.