Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

Our Style (P7)

Info - argument, being screamed at, leaving, cheating, hating self

It'd been months since I'd seen Timothée. I missed him dreadfully. He didn't leave me alone though. He called me constantly. After three blaming calls I'd stopped answering. I just couldn't block him. He'd actually refrained from coming to a red carpet event. I wondered if he was afraid he'd be made fun of again.

Finally, I had a week off and posted about it on Instagram. I forgot Timothée hadn't stopped following me, and I was shocked when a knock sounded at my door. I looked at my violet ring as I opened the door.

"Timothée?" I said in shock. He looked bad. He hadn't shaved and had a patchy beard and mustache, his hair was a mess of tangles, he looked furious.

"Why do I never stop thinking about you? I'm supposed to miss ALYSSA!" He screamed.

"You need to leave," I said awkwardly.

"Leave? Leave? I couldn't leave you alone if I tried. I can't do anything without thinking about you, what did you do to me. Have you been drugging me?" He demanded.

"Timothée," I said, running a hand over my face.

"I can see you haven't gotten much sleep, and you aren't doing well, but can we please be reasonable."

"Damn right I'm not doing well, all I do is hold the clothing you made me," he said. "I'm going to pull my hair out."

"Why are you so mad about this!" I finally screamed. "Am I not good enough for you? Is it because Alyssa is famous and I'm not. I know I'm not as pretty or talented, or-"

"That's the damn problem! You're perfect, and it does my head in!" He shouted back and I gasped.

"P-perfect? So you like me?"

"If you couldn't tell, I'm infatuated," he shot back.

"Then what's the problem, you know how I feel," I said, moving forward to touch his face.

"Because if all this is true, it means I liked you from the start. This means I cheated, something I never thought I'd do, and it wasn't just physical, but mentally as well. I'm not about to date the girl I love as a cheater, you'll never be able to trust me."

"You love me?" I asked.

"It's no use," he said in tears. "I feel like I'm going insane. Just please, stop whatever spell you've put on me, I know I can never be nearly good enough for you," he said and left just as quickly as he'd arrived.