timothèe chalamet imagines

Fighting

I roll my eyes as I check the clock one last time. The time read 3:15 a.m and with every minute that passed my anger grew even more.

Timmy had been going out every night lately now that Armies in town. It was frustrating because Timmy isn't around much normally with his crazy filming schedule and so now that he was home I expected him to want to spend time with me. He hadn't even asked me once if I wanted to go out with them. It made me feel like he didn't want to see me or spend time with me.

I sigh, knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep. He hasn't been answering any of my texts since a few hours ago, which made me worry even more. I turn on the t.v hoping to pass the time and distract myself, but I can't stop worrying about him.

I decide to call him one last time, praying he'll answer. The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail. I decide not to leave him one, knowing it's no use at this point. All I can do is wait

15 minutes pass and I start to make my way to our shared bedroom, but as I'm in the kitchen putting a few things away, I hear the front door of the apartment jingle a little before opening and shutting.

I roll my eyes and walk out, not acknowledging him. I didn't want to fight tonight, I was too tired.

"Y/n" he says, clearly seeing the pissed off look on my face

"Don't start Timothèe, it's late, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed"

"Why are so pissy all the time!" He raises his voice

My blood boils with anger and I can't hold it back any longer. I've had enough of his bullshit.

"Timothèe, you have gone out every single night since you've been home from shooting. And normally I wouldn't give a fuck, normally I'd be happy that you're finally getting to relax. But not once have you asked me to spend any time with you, not once have you asked me if I was okay with you going out, and not one fucking time have you made me a priority. I sit here all night waiting for your ass to get home and you cant even respond to a god damn text that lets me know you're not dead. So yeah I am a little pissy!" I yell, the tears falling down my face

"Y/n I'm grown, I don't need to ask for permission to do something, you're not my fucking mom! And if you wanted to have a night with me so bad, why didn't you just fucking ask instead of acting like a drama queen!"

"I shouldn't have to ask! I shouldn't have to tell you that I want to spend time with my own boyfriend WHO I LIVE WITH!" I scream even louder, my voice breaking from the strain of it

"god you are so fucking exhausting" he says dropping his voice

"Fuck you" I spit harshly at him before walking into our bedroom, grabbing his pillow and walking back out. I shove the pillow in his hands

"You can sleep on the couch since it's so exhausting to be around me"

I turn away from him and slam the bedroom door hard before crawling in the cold sheets, the tears that I had managed to hold back immediately pouring out onto my pillow. I tried to maintain my sobs but it was no use. I absolutely hate fighting with Timothèe especially when we only had a few weeks with each other before he had to leave again. I wanted so badly to go out to the living room and cave, but I knew I couldn't. I had to let him know that shit wasn't okay.

After a while of trying, I gave up on the idea of sleep and flicked on the tv, hoping that would keep me distracted. I threw on a random movie and laid there not paying attention at all. My mind was somewhere else. The lack of sleep plus the crying plus the fighting with Timothèe was an awful combination that left me feeling sick and sad.

I heard a soft knock at the door and I froze, not prepared to talk to him until morning

"Mon belle, I know your awake. Please can I come in?"  He sounded sad

I sighed, I wanted to make up with him. I got up from the bed and opened the door. I'm sure he noticed my puffy eyes and red face. I was horrible at hiding my emotion

"I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot and I know I haven't been the best boyfriend lately. I should be spending time with you. I didn't mean any of those things I said, I was just mad because you were calling me out on my shit and I knew you were right"

"I just feel like you don't want to spend time with me" I sniffled, the tears welling up again as I dropped my head down to look at my feet

"Mon amour, there's nothing I love more than spending time with you" he lifted up my chin with his fingers

I wrapped my arms around his slim body, pulling him close to me

"I'm sorry" he whispered

"It's okay. Just don't do that again or you'll find out what exhausting really is"

He looked down at me and chuckled

"Come to bed, it's late"

We both crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.