timothée chalamet imagines

dancing in the living room

timothée's pov

"Can we try something?" I asked cuddled up to y/n on the couch.

"Like what?"

"Dancing."

She looked up at me confused.

"Dancing? Since when do we dance?"

"I just want to dance with you, please?"

"Okay. Pick a good song though!" she said.

I nodded. "You know I will."

I got up from the couch and went over to the bluetooth speaker by the TV with my phone.

Y/n turned off the living room lights and moved the coffee table over so we'd have room.

I picked the song and started to play it.

It's y/n's favorite.

Put a little love on me - Niall Horan.

A/N - this song is so beautiful pls listen to it ;)

"Can I have this dance?" I asked putting out my hand.

"Of course." she giggled.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me.

She wrapped her hands behind my neck as I put my hands on her waist.

"Are you all dressed up but with nowhere to go?
Are your tears falling down when the lights are low?
Another Friday night tryna put on a show
Do you hate the weekend 'cause nobody's callin'?
I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin
So, darlin'
Put a little love on me."

"I love you." I said.

"I love you too." she said and kissed my lips.

We stared into each other's eyes the whole time. No words, just dancing.

My God, she's so gorgeous.

"When the lights come up and there's no shadows dancin'
I look around as my heart is collapsin'."

"You're the only one I need, so put a little love on me." she sang.

Her singing voice, so perfect.

"Cause you're the only one I need to put a little love on me." I sang.

We shared another kiss, long and warm.

The song was nearing the end when she put her head on my chest and I held her close.

"You're the only one I need, put your love on me."