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(Key for anyone who doesn't know what these mean)
Y/n=your name
y/f/n= your first name
Y/m/n= your middle name
Y/l/n= your last name
Y/n's pov
Timothée Hal chalamet was my best friend growing up, well that was until he became an award winning actor. We grew apart after a while, ever since his career sky rocketed... We kinda just forgot we even existed.
Well not me ofc, I saw every movie he played in and even though he never talked to me I still supported him. I never texted him and he never texted me. I won't lie sometimes I missed the knucklehead, he would always make me laugh even when I was in a bad place.
I was at one of our favourite cafés trying to focus on my work, while the barista was making my coffee. A couple minutes later a huge crowd of paparazzi stormed around the building and a black car pulled up. Body guards entered the café in black suits huddled around someone whip one was blocking the door. The Body gaurds let the person pass. It was Timothée. I heard him order his favorite from when we we're kids and smiled. "I see you still order the same thing from when we were kids." I said smiling, hoping he still remembers me. Timothée turned around to see me. "Y/n? Is that you?" He questioned. "Yup, nice to see you remember me Timmy."
That wasn't a lie, I had really missed Timothée, and I would've been heartbroken if he had fogeten me completely. "Well of course I remember you, you were my best friend. I don't know why you stopped talking to me." He replied. "After you got popular in school as an actor it was kinda hard to talk to you when you would always hang out with those asshole cheerleaders and jocks." I explained. "Oh, shit y/n I'm sorry I didn't know you felt that way, hey why don't we hang out sometime?" Asked Timothée.
"Yeah, I'd love that." Timothée came and hugged me tight, of course I hugged back. God I missed him. "Promise to text me more ok, I missed you a lot." I smiled at his request. "I promise Timmy."
*time skip sponsored by Nick sheff*
Me and Timothée have hung out a lot over the past couple months, and I was reminded that I really liked him when we were in school... I guess my feelings never changed. I wanted to tell Timothée but he already has enough fans that tell him crazy things like that.
Timothées pov
Ever since me and y/n saw each other at the café, we've been inseparable. We were always hanging out and laughing, just over all having a good time. It really reminded me how much I liked her. I feel like she likes me back but that could just be me giving my hopes up, but if she does like me back then I gotta tell her either way.
We were hanging out at her place talking and catching me up on a lot of things thats been going on the past couple days. She was about to speak when she had a dissapointed look on here face. "Hey, whats wrong?" I asked. "My boyfriend cheated on me a while ago." She explained. "What??? Why would he do that? He should be considered lucky that he even got the privilage to be called your boyfriend." I ranted on. "I don't why he did it, I guess he just thought I wasn't good enough, maybe he was right." She explained.
"y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n, you are enough, he is a douchebag who took you for granted, like I said he was lucky to even be called your boyfriend, there are people who would treat you way better than that and I know it." I reassured. She smiled and hugged me, I hugged back immediately.
"I really wished you knew how much I love you y/n."
I whispered to the point where I hope she couldn't hear me. She hugged me tighter and started to cry. I pulled away and wiped her tears. "Hey, hey, hey, princess don't cry, it's ok I'm here..."
"...I'm here."
Y/n's pov
"I'm here." Timothée reassured. I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face. They were like raging water falls during a hurricane. Flowing rapidly down my face. My face was puffy and red. "Everyone abandoned me, my friends, my boyfriend... You.
It all hurts, I've been so tired and depressed here. I've been doing everything by myself, and I'm exhausted. I feel like all i do is annoy people, and drive them away." Timothée looked shocked by what I said. He didn't know how hard it was for me. He held me close rubbing my back trying to calm me down. "Y/n, I'm so sorry. I'm here now and I'm not leaving again, I know this is bad timing but, I love you. I always have." He confessed. Was I hearing right? Did he just tell me he loved me? No, he can't, I'm just a friend to him. He must've ment it as in a friend. Why would someone like him love me? "Y-you love me?" I asked.
Timothée nodded. My eyes widened.
"I love you too." I blurted. He smiled wiping away my tears and kissed me. I kissed back, cupping his face. We pulled away, resting our foreheads together.
"I will always be here for you y/n
I'm not leaving you again."
(A/n 940 words sheesh, well hope you like this one shot I will be updating this along with pretty boy, love ya fuckerz 😜)
