Seat C-13 // A Timothée Chalamet Fan Fic

Chapter 3

*Devyn*
"How do you know Armie Hammer," I asked Timothée since he jokingly commented about cheating on him in the comments.
"I filmed a movie with him called, Call Me By Your Name," he answered casually.
My mind began to race. He is an actor in Hollywood? That is how he has 3 million followers. But, he is coming back home to be with his family. Putting his acting career on halt?
"You didn't know who I was," he questioned.
"No," I answered obviously embarrassed.
"I'm kind of glad because now I know you weren't just talking to me for clout," he joked.
"Yeah," I responded to him realizing that probably has happened to him before and I don't want him to think I am that kind of a person.

*Timothée*
"Yeah," was all she said. I immediately regretted saying anything about chasing me for clout. It obviously weirded her out and I could see how uncomfortable it made her.
"So, have you been to New York before," I asked her hoping to ease ourselves back into conversation.
"No, actually. My mom kind of thinks I am crazy moving out to a city I've never been to by myself," She responded. Which caught me by surprise I figured she at least visited New York City, before moving across the country.
"So, you're saying you need a tour guide to give you a grand old tour of New York City," I confidently suggested.
"I guess I do." She responded with a giggle, her eyes lighting up. I couldn't help but admire her beauty.

*Devyn*
I have only known Timothée for a few hours, but I felt like we had a bond that just couldn't be broken. The way his eyes lit up when he talked about New York and his family.
I wish I was as close with my family as he is.  My father is an alcoholic and I barely see him because of it. He either is in rehab or ignoring the fact that my mom and I exist. I guess that's why I was so drawn to theatre. To be someone you aren't even if it is only for a few hours. To have a perfect life. I knew that would never be my reality.
"Put your seat belt on we're landing," Timothée said with a smile Bringing me back to reality.
"Looks like soon I'll be touring the city with an incredible tour guide pretty soon," I joked.
"I hear he is the best the city has ever had," he responded.
I began to laugh uncontrollably. Our sense of humor was so similar that I was eternally great full I met him.
As the plane landed Timothée turned to me, "the tour starts right now."
As we walked out of the plane he made sure to point out every bathroom, food place and gate throughout the airport. His smile was adorable as he described everything he saw.
When we made it to baggage claim I called my mom letting her no I made it to New York okay. She wanted to know everything about "tchalamet" So I promised to tell her more when I got to my dorm.
As the luggage came out me and Timothée grabbed my bags.
I pulled out my phone to order an Uber when Timothée interrupted, "No no I'm ordering the Uber. You don't know your way around the city."
I ultimately agreed and let him order the Uber.
When the Uber driver arrived she looked completely Star struck, "y-you're T-Timothée Chalamet," she said breaking the silence.
"Yup," He responded.
"Could I have a picture," she begged.
"Of course," he responded. I couldn't help but admire how much he adored his fans. It was really cute.
As the Uber driver pulled up to NYU I thanked her for driving us. While Timothée began to pull my bags out of the trunk. I went over to help him and grabbed the last bag before walking toward the crowd of people heading onto campus.
   As we followed the crowd I saw a man with a camera approach us while asking us seemingly personal questions. I saw that Timothée did not respond, so I chose to do the same.
   The man kept recording us as we walked. Timothée quickly walked into the residence hall and I followed swiftly behind him leaving the camera man outside.
   I went to the front desk and started chatting with the lady working there. She handed me the key to my room as I signed my housing registration card.
   My room was on the 15th floor, so me and Timothée walked over to the elevator. When we walked in their were two girls standing in the elevator as well. Both gawking at Timothée. I immediately grabbed his hand and looked up at him smiling. He smiled back at me with the most adorable smile I had ever seen.
   The two girls looked us up and down before the elevator door opened revealing the 15th floor. We grabbed my bags and walked down the hallway.
   I grabbed my key opening the door to my dorm to see a girl that looked like the embodiment of urban outfitters sitting on one of the beds. As I looked around the room I saw posters of Harry styles and Timothée aligning the walls on her side of the room.