Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

He Fell Harder (P7)

Info - heart break, finding your crush kissing someone, temptation to self harm, mentions of cutting, partying and alcohol

Two months had gone by and Seb and I were going strong. I'd moved on from Timothée mostly. Seb adored me, he hung on my every word, he smiled when I did, he tried to make me happy. Timothée, poor thing was still trying to get with Bryanna. More than anything, I felt bad for him.

I finally felt seen. Seb was smitten for me. Currently, we were playing board games together. I hadn't been with my old group much, and I did hate that. I had fun with them but Seb really was very clingy. I couldn't decide if I liked that yet.

"Hold on babe, my phone is ringing," I smiled and kissed Seb, and got my phone.

"Y/n," I heard a sobbing voice on the other end.

"Timothée?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but, c-could I see you. I just need to talk to you. I don't want to talk to anyone else. I just, I just need you," he said through tears.

"Of course, just hold on."

Timothée's POV

Y/n hadn't been around lately. I did miss her presence a little. I was happy she and Seb hit it off. I felt like I had done something good and worthwhile when I set them up.

She didn't come around as often which meant many of our heads weren't screwed on straight. We partied often, made stupid decisions, and we had fun. Fun, yes, but I couldn't get anything serious with Bry.

I was at one of these parties when I was stumbling to the bathroom. I'd had too much to drink. Maybe it'd give me the courage to ask Bryanna out.

"Sorry!" I nearly screamed. Bryanna and Aiden were making out, and he pulling down his pants as I spoke.

They didn't flinch, they didn't even stop kissing. I slammed the door shut and looked at the ceiling as I leaned against the wall. I felt the sadness, the shame, the knowledge that I was a complete idiot all wash over me at once. I couldn't breathe as I escaped to a room to sob.

I was in that old headspace so quickly. I was searching the room for something sharp. What could I pry open? What could I destroy so I could use something to draw blood? I had no one to talk to, no one who knew or cared.

I was weeping until I realized.. her! Y/n, dear y/n knew my past. She was so kind, she would listen to me, I hoped. I had to try. I didn't want to break my clean streak. I needed to talk to her. At the moment everything felt like a razors edge, but she felt like a soft pillow to lay my head on.

I dialed her number that I'd somehow memorized. I'd almost texted her a bunch of times trying to understand why she'd stopped coming around. So I knew her number. I called her and I couldn't help but pour my heart out. When she said I could come over, my relief was so overwhelming I almost screamed in relief.