timothée chalamet imagines

haircut

your pov

I finished the last episode of my my favorite tv show and decided to nap.

I woke up to the sound of our bedroom door opening.

"Oh my God." I said widening my eyes.

"Oh," Timothée jumped "I'm sorry I didn't know you were sleeping."

I got up from the bed and walked over to him, a concerned look on my face.

"What did you do?"

"I got a haircut.." he trailed.

"Why?"

I tried twirling my finger around one of his, now short, curls.

"Because it was getting too long." he said taking my hand out of hair.

I flopped back onto the bed.

"Are you seriously mad about me getting a haircut?" he crossed his arms.

I shook my head.

"Yes, you are."

"Okay, I am." I sighed.

"It's going to grow back y/n."

I pat my hand on the bed and he came to lay next to me.

"But that won't be for a few months."

"Then I'll just get a wig." he laughed.