Such a flirt - Timothée Chalamet

12- irl

– Gosh, I don't know what I'm gonna do... I say as Timothée and I leave the after party around three am.

– About what? he turns to me folding his arms due to the colder weather.

– I can't go home, I don't wanna see him.

– You're gonna have to sooner or later, at least to get your stuff back.

– Yeah I know but... We've just broken up, I can't go there and sleep in our bed you know. And I just really don't wanna see his face or hear his voice.

– He has quite an annoying voice... he laughs awkwardly.

– Do you know any good hotels around here? I ask looking around.

– Hotels? he exclaims. I'm not leaving you in a hotel, you can sleep at my place.

– Oh, Timothée, that's... sweet, but... I don't think I can do that.

– Woah, I'm not, I don't... he clears his voice. I have a guest room, and a couch, that are both very far away from my room. I'm just offering you a place to stay, that's not gonna cost you anything, as a friend.

– Alright fine, I sigh, do you live far? Cause my feet hurt so bad in these heels.

– I live twenty minutes away from here, just take off your shoes.

– And walk barefoot? I mock him, but then reconsider. Eh, why not after all.

– I mean I'd offer you my socks but...

– Yeah... No... Thank you though, I take off my heels and we start walking. Do you think I made a mistake?

– A mistake?! he shouts and stops in the middle of the sidewalk. Truthfully I'm surprised you stayed so long with that guy. I've seen him twice, and both times he treated you like shit.

– I know it's just... we starts walking again and I try to find some words to explain my never ending thoughts. A few months ago everything was great, we celebrated our two years anniversary, it was amazing, we were in love, it really was perfect. But I think when we moved in together that's when things started going sideways...

– You weren't living together after two years? he frowns surprised by that revelation.

– No, we never really felt the need to, and my life is mainly in Washington, I have my apartment there, my family, my friends, here I have my job and I had him. So we moved in together in New York when I started planning my tour because the studio is here and it was easier so it was all going smoothly.

– But then you discovered the "real" him.

– Ugh, living with him is awful. At the beginning, he would bring me little presents every day, we would have movie nights, we'd bake some cookies together to bring to my sister's house. But then he stopped being caring and nice and he would come home without saying hi and just turning the TV on. And, I'm an overthinker so I need words of affirmation, I like when people say if they like my food, if I'm pretty, if I'm singing correctly, I need people to say what they're thinking so my brain doesn't have to guess unimaginable things. But he would never compliment me, instead he started ordering me around like I was his housemaid, he'd never tell me about his day, he stopped coming with me to my family's, always had a stupid excuse, he started drinking more often, going to bars late at night with his friends. And I didn't say anything because I'm not his mom, I would just casually ask him if everything was okay, if he was planning on maybe changing his behavior but that just made him even more mad.