Timothée's POV:
It was Friday night. Y/n was washing her face in our master bathroom, preparing for bed. I could hear her humming her favorite song while rinsing her face. Music to my ears. She is the most precious person on the planet. I love every part of her. Her uncomfortable laugh in the most awkward of situations, the way her hair dances in the wind while we are driving with the windows down. Even when she's mad, she's still perfect in my eyes. I love her so much it hurts. My favorite girl.
Y/n POV:
As I was drying my face off, I felt arms snake around my waist, and a chin fall upon the top of my head. My dearest Timothée.
"You startled me Timmy!" I then turn around, and wrap my arms around his shoulders, his hands still around my waist.
"Y/n I love when you do that."
"Do what?"
"Hold me like that. It's so..."
"Comforting?"
"Yes- yeah that's the word."
"Well I'm glad to hear baby." I then sink my face in the crock of his neck, kissing it slightly.
"God you're so perfect y/n"
Timothée then gently grabs my legs, and carries me to our bed.
"Timmy I really don't feel like fucking tonight. I just got washed up, I'm tired and-"
"No. What? that's not why I carried you over here. I just wanted to be around you. Just wanted to feel you by me."
I practically swoon over Timmy's words.
"Oh." Is all I say. Smile plastered on my face.
I lay down on my side of the bed, and Timmy followed suit.
He turns to my side, and looks deep into my eyes, for a good five seconds.
"Timothée, what's on your mind?"
"You."
He caresses my cheek, and plants a kiss on it.
I giggle at all the thought he's been giving to me this evening.
"What's all this attention for Chalamet?"
"I just think you're amazing y/l/n. Everything about you. I just love you so."
He grabs my hands, and puts them into his.
"I love you to Timmy. Even though, I'm sure you already know that." I smile looking down.
He pulls my chin, so I can look into his eyes.
"No matter how many times you say I love you, it still always feels like the first."
"baby.." is all I could muster up to say.
He turns to his side, and grabs me. Pulling me into the deepest, warmest embrace ever. His head his right next to mine.
Fifteen minutes go by of us in silence. Just embracing each other's presence.
I finally break the silence.
"You really are quite the romantic aren't ya Tim?"
"Well, it's pretty easy when you're girlfriend is quite literally the definition of perfect."
I could feel the blush come across my rosy cheeks.
We were both falling asleep in each other's arms and the last thing I hear before falling into a slumber was Timothée whispering: "light of my life." In my ear.
my favorite boy.
A/N: wait this was actually kinda cute. don't forget to star and comment opinions :).
Ciao babies!!!!
