Such a flirt - Timothée Chalamet

29- irl

- Welcome to my humble home! I invite Timothée in, it's not big but it's super nice and I've had time to get settled in comfortably since I last saw you. Not that I have many stuff but I wanted to put everything where I wanted cause I haven't done that in a while. Now it's just me!

- It's looks great! And what do you mean?

- Well when I moved in with Thomas, it was most of his stuff and he kinda decorated everything, I let myself fall on the couch and Tim sits beside me. I didn't mind back then, our apartment was great, but then I moved in with you so it was your stuff. Now I have a place where it's all me, myself and I and no one to contradict my choices.

- And it feels good?

- Oh god yes it's the best. I love living alone! Haven't been by myself in months now. I'm really excited.

- That's great, I'm happy for you, he smiles but his expression changes quickly like he's remembering something. You texted me cause you wanted to talk about something though, it kinda freaked me out.

- Right, that... I take a deep breath. You don't have to be freaked out but I have been meaning to tell you something for a while now, but with the moving out and in and everything I didn't really take the time. But the single is out in a few days and it's better I tell you before you hear it after thousands of people.

- What? Allie what's happening? I smile at the use of the nickname I hadn't heard in a while.

- Look, you've been very clear with me that you had a crush on me, and I don't know if you still do, honestly it's been quite a while now so probably not, but I still need to be honest with you.

- What are you saying?

- Well I might like you.

- As in...

- As in "like" like you, I finally admit without looking at him.

- Oh! Huh...

- I don't expect anything, I just need to tell you, because you were honest with me and I had to be as well, also I didn't wanna regret anything, and also, Tom kinda pushed me to confront you about it and he was right, but also for a while I didn't wanna believe it, and I kinda felt bad because when I started liking you it wasn't that long after breaking up with Thomas so I felt like I was cheating, even if I wasn't but you know, emotions are weird, and then you left and I guess that's when I actually admitted to myself I did in fact like you but it was making it weirder to live with you so I started looking for an apartment and I've been working so hard on the album on the side so it hasn't made it easy and... I should stop talking, I look up and see Timothée with a face that has so many emotions I can't figure out what's happening in his head. Sorry... I talk when I'm nervous...

- How- How long?

- Have I been liking you? Well if we count the part I wasn't admitting it to myself then since we moved in together.

- All that time?! He stands up and runs his hand through his hair.

- Yeah... At first I kinda forced myself not to think about it, every time Tom would bring it up I'd deny everything or just say I would think about it but then I wouldn't. I convinced myself it was nothing. But... It's getting really hard to deny it, each time you call me Allie I feel like my heart is on fire, when you call me pretty I smile so much it actually hurts and god every time I see you I wanna kiss you so bad.

- Wow that's... I never thought... I didn't think... I thought... I... Okay. He clears his throat and sits back down next to me. I have just one other question, what's this got to do with your single?

- Right, yeah, so... I might have written a song, about all this.

- About... me?

- It's called "roommate". It's about realising I like a stranger more than my boyfriend, and the whole mess it brings to my brain.

- So you did write a song about me.

- Yep...

My heart pounding in my chest, I play with my fingers without the courage to look him in the eyes. I have no idea what he's feeling or thinking about, I don't even know if he still likes me and I'm starting to question if I really should've told him. The time seams to stop, and I still can't look up, too scared to face him and realise I've just lost a friend, but as I'm thinking I should just ask him to leave, I feel him getting closer to me, and I see his hand reaching for my chin, lifting my head up. His green eyes have never been prettier, and so close, I could get lost in them. His face gets closer, and I don't have time to realise what he's doing, his lips are already on mine. He moves his right hand from my chin to my neck and his left hand rests on my thigh, I have never had such a gentle kiss. Our lips break apart sooner than I wish they would've, but I realise I didn't answer the kiss, too busy freaking out, Timothée must think I didn't want it. Before he can say anything, I grab his face and kiss him more passionately. As my fingers run through his curls, our lips move together in sync, and I wish this moment would never end. I never thought I would need it this badly but I finally understand romance authors, this is what a first kiss should be. Not rushed or hesitant. Not too firm or agressive. But gentle, and passionate, like you're the only two people alive and nothing else matters. Something you taste and instantly know you won't ever be able to forget, or stop doing. But it has to. It has to stop so we can reach for air. We untie our lips and look into each other's eyes, as a smile appears on our faces.

- You still like me, I break the silence.

- Of course I still like you. Haven't been able to stop thinking about you. It broke me to see you move out because it meant I wouldn't see you everyday anymore.

- You know this doesn't mean I'm moving back.

- I know, but it means we'll see each other much more often than I thought we would. And I'll finally be able to hold you in my arms instead of watching you from afar.

- Creep, I whisper laughing before kissing him again, and again, and again, until we feel asleep.