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timothee chalamet
hey timothee
hello...? is everything okay you dont normally text me
i dont know me, liv, ellie and phoebe went out tonight for drinks and stuff you know usual girls night out
yeah? whats going on
ummm we have lost ellie we left the club and started walking back to my apartment and i turn around and shes gone
what what do you mean you have lost elodie
i literally dont know shes not answering my calls either its ringing but she just keeps declining them
fuck okay let me call her
okay im really sorry to drag you into this
its fine mars i just wanna know shes okay is all its ringing now
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"els?" timothee spoke, concern laced in his voice as he heard wind and sharp breaths down the phone. "elodie are you alright?" he spoke again, clearer this time. he heard elodie sniffle down the phone, and his blood went cold as he stood up, shrugging on a coat as quickly as possible.
"i'm so sorry, timmy." elodie choked out through tears. timothée was confused to say the least, and growing increasingly worried about the girl. "what do you have to be sorry for, els?" he asked, putting on his shoes and not bothering to tie them up as he rushed out the door to the elevator.
"everything, i'm such a fuck up." elodie responded, working herself up even more. "people think of you badly just because you associate yourself with me. you're getting a bunch of hate simply because you know me. i'm ruining everything." his heart broke for the girl. "no, no baby..." he soothed. "its okay, you don't need to apologise for that. that's not your fault." he pressed the button down to reception and mashed for it to close. "where are you? i'm worried."
"oh god, and now im dragging you out the house. i'm sorry." she sniffled again, taking a deep breath. "els, where are you? its alright."
"um, im at a park? i dont know, t.. theres trees and a pond and a bunch of pink lights." he had deduced the street she was on just from that. there's only one park surrounded by pink lights nearby, and it wasn't too far from his apartment. about a three minute drive, if you're going the speed limit. when you have an urgenct matter to deal with, for example, one of the most important people to you being drunk and alone in a big dark city, the speed limit becomes optional.
he was there in one minute and twenty eight seconds (he counted), remaining on the phone to elodie as he drove incredibly recklessly through new york. he got out of the car, speed walking through the park as he looked for traces of the blonde girl, finding her on a swing crying to herself. "els, baby." he sighed out of relief, pulling her into a tight hug. he felt her shake as she cried into his shoulder. "it's okay, you're okay. im here." he rubbed her back soothingly, mumbling words of consolation to her to calm her down.
"i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." she repeated, over and over until he shushed her. "stop apologising, you've done nothing wrong. you must be freezing.." he pulled away briefly to take off his coat and wrap it around her. "come on, let me get you into the car. you're gonna get sick." she nodded hesitantly, and hopped down from the swing, stumbling as she did so. he caught her with two hands on her waist quickly, and steadied her. then, he grabbed her hand with one of his, and placed other on her back, walking at her set pace.
once she was safely in the car, he got into his side and turned up the heating as she shivered. "i dont want to go home." she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. "can we go to yours?" he didn't question her, instead nodding and heading back the way he came. timothée wanted to keep an eye on her tonight anyway, feeling a lot more comfortable with the idea of being there in case she needed anything.
half an hour later, he had messaged marley, letting her know that her friend was safe and at his apartment. he had given her a set of his clothes since her dress was covered in sick (she threw up in his car. he spent fifteen minutes assuring her he wasn't upset with her.) and in the wash. she sat on his sofa, a half empty glass of water laid out for her. she had been frantically trying to get off the mascara stains on her cheek instead of drinking it. he pulled her hand away from her face and used a wipe to get it off gently. he wiped away the stray tears that were occasionally falling down her face.
"timothée?" she mumbled as he put the wipe on the sode. the actor hummed in response, looking up at her. "why did you come and get me?" she asked, hugging her knees to her chest.
"i was worried about you, i didn't want you to get hurt, or someone come up and talk to you.. i wanted to know you were safe, els."
"but why?" she asked again, being more clear about her question.
"because, i-" he bit his tongue. now probably wasnt the best time for them to have a long talk about whatever they are right now. friends? friends that kiss? friends that have strange feelings building between them that neither can explain? "we shouldn't be talking about this while you're drunk, love."
"worried i might say something you don't want to hear?" she muttered under her breath, fiddling with the hem of her- timothée's shirt. timothée pulled her hand away, entwining their fingers. "i don't want to say anything that you wont remember me saying, alright?" he responded quietly and calmly, looking into her eyes."...okay." she finally spoke, fighting back a yawn. "i'm tired."
"go to sleep, you can have my bed." he mumbled into her ear, and she shook her head. "i don't wanna be alone." elodie rested her head on his shoulder, one arm around his chest. "okay, els.. go to sleep. i'll be here when you wake up."
"promise?"
"promise."
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AN: drunk sad elodie :((( first bit of irl writing, its gnna ne an occasional thing. not frequent though im better at writing social media stuff
