(500) days of him - timothée chalamet x oc

day (20)

"You did what?!" Grace nearly shouted, causing me to wince over my cup of coffee. I could feel a headache forming behind my eyes, and pressed my thumb and forefinger to the bridge of my nose to alleviate some pressure.

I sighed before continuing my story. "I went over to his place and we... y'know.." I trailed, my cheeks heating at the memory.

"Well it must've been pretty good, you can't get that smile off of your face," she teased, nudging me with her foot.

We were currently sitting at our kitchen table, breakfasting before she left for work and I to the studio. It seemed like forever since me and Grace had a free moment to spare to catch up; she made sure we took full advantage of our time together to discuss me and Timothée.

"First of all, there is no 'me and Timothée.' Second, I don't think is going to happen again. We work together, it would be inappropriate," I said, more so trying to convince myself than her.

"Uh huh, let me know how that goes," she chuckled. "Hey, I've got to run, but let's please hang out this weekend when we're both free."

I nodded, reaching across the table to squeeze her hand. "Of course. Have a good day," I smiled.

She put her used coffee cup in the sink, grabbed her stuff, and blew me a kiss on the way out the door. I sighed again, silence filling the apartment. I usually enjoyed the silence, reveling in it as it was so hard to come by when I got really busy, but today I needed anything but. The silence gave me too much time to think about the events that had transpired yesterday, still making my heart flutter at the memories.

His hands all over me, his fingertips dancing across my skin, my lips on his collarbone, his curls caressing my thighs.

I pressed my hands to my cheeks to quell the burning of my skin, a smile gracing my lips at the remembrance of the exasperated look on his face as I left his apartment this morning. My smile faltered as intrusive thoughts battered my brain, but I pushed those aside and got up to start my day the best I could. Just as I had told Grace, there was no Timmy and me. This was just a thing that happened... more than once.

I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit my growing attraction for him. It felt like a schoolgirl crush, his name causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach and cocoon in my chest. This was all still so new, so I needed to remind myself not to fall too fast, something I tended to do. I had no idea what was going on between us, but I knew I didn't want it to stop.

I threw back the rest of my coffee and loaded the dishwasher, taking a moment to admire the view from outside our kitchen window. It had snowed overnight, covering New York in a blanket of white. Despite the beauty of the scene before me, it was only a matter of time before the snow became heaping piles of wet mush, posing another obstacle to commuters in New York, such as myself. I wasn't set to come into the studio today, and it was a rare day where I didn't have any meetings either. I could feel my eyelids growing heavy, my bed beckoning me, but knew that I needed to get something done today.

I trudged to my room and shed my clothes from the night prior, inhaling deeply as I pulled Timmy's shirt over my head. I made a mental note to wash it and return it whenever I saw him next, which would probably be soon. It turns out our next encounter would be much sooner than anticipated, me realizing not even 10 minutes after I arrived home that I had left my laptop at his place. I couldn't really get much done without my laptop, the device containing my work and all notes and edits with it. I ground my teeth.

Stella
Hey! Sorry to bother you, but I left my laptop at your place..

One minute turned into five before I felt my phone buzz.