Timothee chalamet imagines

And that's how I met your mother

Third-person:

Timothee was always a flirt he would never just stick to a girl that was until he met Y/N. Y/N was nothing like Timothee she was never in any relationships except for one that started in her freshman year but that all ended when she left for college in LA. He said the distance was just too far for his liking, but it was whatever. Y/N was done with relationships until she met Timothee. You probably think it was like any love story but let me tell you something their love is electric now like that one song now let's get on with the story.

Timothees POV:

I was in a restaurant with my date or as I would say the girl who I was going to sleep with then ditch. Then everything changed when she walked in her hair was shiny and in perfect curls, she was around Y/H (your height) and had a smile that lit up the room. She was pretty, but I didn't just want to sleep with her for some reason I wanted more. Like to date her "Timothee you still there." My date said, but I didn't really care I didn't want her I wanted the new girl. "Whatever Timothee" my date got up and walked away and the next thing I saw was the girl walking to me. 

"Hey," she said with an adorable smile

"Hi"

 "I saw that your date ditched what did you do to her" I didn't answer her I just looked at her.

 "Well anyway, I'm Y/N," she said putting her hand out 

"I'm Timothee"

 I said taking her hand in mine and shaking. "Oh so you do talk"
We laughed and ordered our food we just met, but it felt like I have known her my entire life.

Your POV:

Timothee was perfect he was hot as hell, funny, and sweet we just met, but it felt like I have known him my whole life. After we finished eating we went outside, and we stood there talking. We were starting at each other's lips trying not to give in to the temptation of a kiss. Soon the pressure was too much, and he pulled me into a gentle but passionate kiss. Sparks went through my body as we kissed when he pulled he put a small piece of paper in my black pocket and walked away. When I got back to my apartment I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket. It was his phone number and smiled. I called him that night we were up all night on the phone.

Third-person:

Talking went to kissing and kissing went to dating and dating went to marriage and marriage went to you know what we'll not like they didn't do it before marriage but at least this time it was holy.

Timothees POV:

"And that's how I met your mother"

 "And how I met your father," Adriana said well putting her head on my shoulder.

 "Wow!" 

Like can, we all agree if our mom and dad told us how they met it would not be anywhere near interesting. And I don't even know where my biological dad is so um yay 😐