timothée chalamet imagines

nightmare

your pov

I turned around to see someone running toward me. I squint my eyes and recognize that it's Timothée.

I can't believe he came back.

I immediately run toward him, once I meet the corner of the sidewalk; he's already out in the middle of the street.

There's a car zooming down & it doesn't look like it's going to stop.

"TIMOTHÉE!" I scream.

In the blink of an eye, he's gone.

"Y/n!" I feel someone shaking me "wake up!"

I open my eyes and sit up, Timothée is sitting next to me on his knees. I'm shaking with tears running down my face and my heart is practically pounding out of my chest.

"What's wrong?" he asked frantically "Are you okay?"

My voice trembled. "I had a nightmare."

"You scared me." he said letting out a breath and laying back down.

I laid back down with him and snuggled close.

"What was your nightmare about?" he asked wrapping his arms around me.

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. We were running to each other and you were in the middle of the street and this car came down real-"

"Shhh..it's okay. You don't have to tell me the rest."

He rubbed my arm, trying to stop me from shaking and kissed my cheek.

"I'm here now, that's all that matters." he said.

I embraced his hug and took in a whiff of his almost worn-away cologne that always seemed to calm me down in times of stress and worry.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy. Before I knew it, I was falling deep asleep: safe in his arms.