timothee chalamet imagines

drunk

    

Imagine type : Cute/ Happy

Y/N POV
         Sweaty bodies danced around me as I pushed through the crowd. My legs felt weak and my vision was blurry. My legs carried me about 5 feet in front of me when I felt myself hit the ground, collapsing from my drunken state. I hear a voice and look up, a tall boy with brown hair stood in front of me, he looks down with concern and helps me up.
"Are you okay?" The boy asks, I nod and say
"Thank you"
He looks down at me and says
"I'm Timothée , and who might you be"
"I'm Y/n" I reply
"Well Y/n, you obviously are not sober, and I can't leave a pretty girl like you at a party with a ton of  horny teenage boys who have bad intentions" he says chuckling, I don't do anything but nod because I'm still in a daze.
          Timothée leads me outside and we sit in the front lawn of the party house.
"So, Timothée tell me about yourself, I don't know anything about you how do I know you aren't gonna try and kill me" I say with humor laced in my voice. Timothee chuckles and says
"Well my name is Timothée Chalamet , I'm 22, and I hate party's".
I look at him with confusion due to the fact he hates party's but he was just at one
"If you hate party's why are you here?" I ask him
"My best friend Brian wanted to come here to impress this girl and me being the wingman had to come with" he replies answering my question and I nod.
"So Y/n, tell me about yourself " he pushes
"Well my name is Y/n Y/L/n , I'm 18, and I have a really big headache" I say as he smiles at me.
           Timothée and I continue talking about ourselves till I get a text from my mom.

Birth Giver:
I expect you home in 30 minutes.

I groan in frustration and tell Timothée
"Well I'm screwed I have to be home in 30 but I can't drive while drunk" his eyes brighten up and he says to me
"I can drive you home, it's not a big deal. Plus I don't want you to get in a accident" he gets up and grabbed my forearm helping me up and I stumble to get up. We walk to his car and he has to help me because I'm walking like a newly born deer that could fall and break their neck at any second.
"What about Brian? He won't have a ride" I ask him curiously
"We came in separate cars just in case he got 'lucky' and took a girl home" he says awkwardly and I giggle and slide into his car. He gets in the other side and starts up the car. As we drive off Timmy turns on the radio and the song  Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran comes on and Timothée starts to sing along. I watch him ask he sings to the song, he's a really good singer and his voice is so calming
"You're staring" he says and I break out of my trance
"Sorry" I mumble and he laughs
"Okay now y/n, I'm not physic so I need you to tell me where you live" he says to me. I tell him my house address and we drive off to our destination.
            We reach my house and I hop out of the car and Timothée gets out to helping me to the front door of my house.
"I had a great time tonight, thanks for everything" I say with gratitude and smile at him
"No problem, but I do expect something in return" he smirks. I reach for my purse to grab some money for his gas but he stops my hand
" I don't want money, but maybe I can have those 10 digits you call your number" he smiled hopefully and I smile grabbing his phone and putting my number in it.
"Text me Chalamet " I wink as I open my front door and walk in
"Definitely" he replies before walking back to his car and driving away.
        Later that night I get a text from a unknown number

561-345-2202 *not his number don't call it please*
How about a date sometime😉

Y/n
How about I get your name first so I don't block you :)))

561-345-2202
Chalamet, Timothée Chalamet.

Y/n
Well then Timothée . Yes I would love to go on a date.

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this is legit one of my old Shawn Mendes imagines from like 2 years ago, I changed the name though.
if it's bad, blame younger me and IG current me for not really feeling like reading it.
-Bay