heather - timothée chalamet
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 : no one, i have the one hour loop of this song playing and felt the need to write about it
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 : the reader wishes they were the actual person timothée is in love with.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : kinda angsty? one sided love, foul language, short & simple
i still remember, the third of december,
me in your sweater. you said it looked
better on me than it did you.
you squealed as you ran into timothée’s apartment, soaked from the rain.
“this is your fault!” you yelped with a laugh, punching his arm. “i told you we shouldn’t have stayed longer. now the rain got us and i don’t have anything dry to wear.”
“okay! okay, this is partially my fault! the most i can do to make up for it is dry clothes.” he told you, chuckling and walking towards his bedroom.
you followed behind him after slipping your mud covered shoes off.
timothée placed a sweater and folded sweatpants into your hands once you reached the room. “now less hitting me on the arm and more changing. oh, and i think i want a thank you.” he spoke, rolling his eyes playfully.
“for clothes? you’re not gonna get one.”
“yes, actually! and for the amazing time you just had.”
“whatever, get out and let me change.” you pushed him out of the room, shutting the door. somehow, you couldn’t seem to get the wide smile off your face as you slipped out of your wet clothes and into his dry ones. there were baggy and long on you but you were still grateful you had something to wear.
once you opened the door, timothée was leaning against the wall, waiting for you to come out.
“they’re a bit big.” you teased, closing the door behind you.
“they still look good on you.”
“better than they did on you?”
“better than they did on me.”
only if you knew, how much i liked
you. but i watch your eyes as she
walks by. what a sight for sore eyes.
you sat in your living room, trying to tell timothée about some tv show that you really liked at the moment.
“you know what i find weird?” timothée interrupted your rambling and you raised a brow.
“what would that be, tim?”
“the fact that you’re more passionate about telling me about this show than i’ve seen you be with anything else.” he joked.
“dickhead. anyways, back to what i was saying-” the ‘speech’ was put on hold once more once your front door opened, your roommate walking inside.
heather had grocery bags in her hands, almost struggling to hold them up which made timothée get up and rush over to help her.
“did you get the popcorn?” you questioned, ignoring the fact that she was having trouble.
heather rolled her eyes at your question, ignoring it. she instead looked up and gave timothée that bright smile of hers. “that’s very sweet, thank you, timmy.” she said to him.
you could see the way timothée’s smile widened and his eyes lit up while he spoke to her, helping her bring the bags into the kitchen. you couldn’t help but feel a little sick as you heard their loud laughter. could he be any more in love with her?
brighter than the blue sky. she’s got
you mesmerized while i die.
timothée stared off into space as you hummed along to the song playing softly off your computer.
“y/n?” he called which made you turn your head so you could look at him.
“does..heather ever talk about me?”
your eyes almost widened at his question, completely catching you off guard. you swallowed thickly, rubbing the back of your neck. “um, why?”
“just so i don’t make a fool out of myself when i decide to ask her out.”
“oh? well, does she?” timothée pressed for an answer, sitting up in your bed.
“well, not to me.” you answered, lowly. it felt as if someone took a knife and pushed it slowly through your chest.
why would you ever kiss me?
i’m not even half as pretty.
“did you eat my sandwich?” you asked while timothée covered up his mouth, obviously chewing on something.
“in my defense…” he began, swallowing the last bite. “when you sat it down and then walked away, i thought it was for me.”
you didn’t even respond, you just picked up a pillow and smacked him in the head with it.
this resulted in him blocking – or trying to block – many of your hits, you yelling and laughing at him, him finally grabbing your arm and pulling you on top of him.
you stopped then, realizing your position, basically straddling him while he covered his face beneath you. once he realized that you weren’t attacking him, he turned his head to face you, panting slightly.
you let the pillow drop, letting yourself regain your breath.
you both sat there, just staring into each other’s eyes. you eventually found yourself leaning in and you could’ve sworn he picked his head up to lean in as well.
your lips were only centimeters apart when he turned his head, mumbling an ‘i’m sorry’.
“oh..oh!” you were disappointed and embarrassed at the same time, climbing off of his lap.
“i’m sorry, i just don’t think of you like that. it’s weird, we’re friends, i really am-”
“don’t be sorry!” you tried to laugh it off, you wanted it to be okay. “i don’t think of you like that either, tim, it was just the heat of the moment. let’s just pretend like it never happened?”
“great, so we’re pretending like it never happened.” interrupting him, you smoothed out your shirt and went back into the kitchen to make another sandwich, trying to forget about everything that just happened.
you gave her your sweater,
it’s just polyester. but you like
her better.
walking into your apartment, there was laughter immediately being heard as you locked the door.
“heather?” you called you to which she replied with ‘in the kitchen!’
once you got into the kitchen, there was heather and timothée standing at the stove top. she was holding a spoon up to his mouth, letting him taste whatever she was cooking. “is it good?” she was asking with a giggle, timothée only nodding his head and laughing with her.
“i didn’t know he was gonna be over,” you commented, not meaning to be rude. “if this was like a date night, i could’ve just stayed over at-”
“oh, no! this isn’t a date, silly. timmy said he was waiting for you but since you weren’t here, he asked if he could just stay until you come back.”
bullshit. he was here for her and you knew but you didn’t call him out for it.
“oh, okay, well…” your eyes trailed down to the sweater she was wearing. his sweater. the sweater you didn’t return even after he gave it to you the first time. “you went in my room?” you questioned, biting your lip harshly to keep from screaming.
“oh, yeah! all my clothes are at the cleaners and i spilled wine on my only other clean shirt. so, i went to grab a shirt from your closet. then, timmy told me that this was his and he wouldn’t mind if i wore it.”
you let out a breath that you didn’t even think you were holding in. “yeah, guess i can’t have a stay in that.” you nodded, your eyes going over to timothée who was shifting nervously.
“well, would you like to join us for dinner?” heather asked, tilting her head.
“no, i ate over at my friend’s house. don’t wanna interrupt anyway.” you answered, opening your room’s door.
“no, you wouldn’t be interrupting at al-”
“night guys.” you spoke and went into your room, closing the door straight after.
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