t. chalamet imagines

twelve: set the scene (part four)

liam stared over at you, watching as your eyes stared down at your phone. your hand was resting itself on the edge of timothée's jacket.

he watched as timothée walked over to where you were, pulling you into his arms and holding you close to him. they weren't done shooting the scene yet but all timothée wanted was you.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and holding you close to his body.

you laughed, pressing your lips to his as he set you down. he kept his lips connected with yours, not wanting to let go. when you let go for him, timothée was quick to put his lips back on yours.

you were beginning to feel numb. he muttered something in french to you against your lips, causing you to smile to yourself and your arms held him tighter to you. your stomach was swooning with so many butterflies.

he pressed his lips back onto yours, causing a smile to grow on your face once more before the director called him back over to continue shooting the scene.

when he let go of you, he gave you a slight smile. "je reviens vite," he muttered. "te amo."

you swooned as he walked away, your heart beating quickly as you felt yourself growing soft and gentle.

you wanted him back with you. he was messing with your head- speaking in french in a time he knew he couldn't do it but he still wanted you back with him.

"and action!" she called as you looked over to see the scene. you saw something you wish you didn't have to watch but when you shook yourself out of it, you looked down at your phone to see your best friend had texted you.

you began walking off to timothée's trailer to hang out for a bit when liam stopped you.

"what happened between you two?" he asked.

"what do you mean?"

liam raised a brow. "i saw you both come back from the trailers with smiles wider than anything on your faces. you looked all warm and fuzzy," he said, getting closer to you.

you looked back, seeing timothée was super engaged into the scene. he was probably focusing on you- it's what he told you he did in certain scenes like this.

"i'm not exposing what i do in my private life to you. i'm sorry," you muttered, pocketing your phone and walking back over to the chair. you decided you wanted to be closer to timothée in case something happened.

you sat back down in his chair, looking over to see him in the bed with saoirse on top of him as you turned away. your cheeks were slightly pink and your heart was beating quickly.

they obviously weren't having sex and he loved you, they were just friends. but the sight was still a lot for you to see. timothée was trying to avoid this.

when the director called cut, timothée immediately got into his clothes and jogged over to where you were sitting.

you were avoiding looking over at that area again.

"i'm done with the scene," he said when he got close enough to you. you looked up at him, giving him a smile as he suddenly pulled you out from the chair and set you on the ground.

you looked at him in confusion as he climbed into the chair and beckoned you to come sit in is lap.

you did it with no question, sitting down on his lap and pushing yourself into him. you smiled to yourself as he held you close to him.

"i'm sorry you had to watch that," he muttered. you shrugged, your hand reaching up to play with some of the curls by his face. he leaned forward, laying his head on your shoulder to give you easier access.

you sighed lightly, looking over at liam who was busy looking back at you. your heart grew slightly cold before zoning back into being with timothée.

"it's okay," you spoke softly. he sat there silent for a little while.

"you won't leave me, right?" he asked.

your finger twisted his dark brown lock around it before pulling your finger from around it and letting it go and repeating the same process.

"of course not," you told him. "why would you think i would leave you?"

he leaned forwards a little more, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"the liam kid," he muttered. "you two keep coming together and i'm just worried."

you smiled. "you have nothing to worry about. he's just a friend from my film class. i've told him how i've felt about you, so he can't try anything."

timothée smiled against your shoulder, his head being supported on it. "oh yeah," he muttered. "and how's that?"

"how's what?" you asked him.

"how do you feel about me?" he questioned you. the two of you grew silent as he waited for an answer from you.

"well," you began. "you're really sweet. you make my heart swoon and my stomach fill with butterflies every time we're intimate. you're gentle which is nice after my previous relationships. you're easy to talk to, you're an amazing human being who's so sweet to everyone. you're french and god, do you get my heart pounding when you speak it. i'm not sure if i've ever told you but every time you speak french, you capture me completely and it's so hard to escape the trap. the day we," you paused, contemplating your words. "did it, you know, you spoke french when you had to leave and god did that just make me want to stay with you even longer and never let you leave. you're funny, even if you're jokes aren't- you're still cute when laughing at them. you can find really good places to eat, and you enjoy taking the cute relationship photos that i never would've thought you'd like in a million years."

timothée smiled against your shoulder, his grip tightening on you. your fingers still played loosely with his curls.

"je vous adore," timothée admitted.

somehow saying 'adore' instead of 'love' made you swoon harder for him. you felt yourself get jittery as you smiled.

"i got you, didn't i?" he questioned, a smirk on those pretty lips of his. you nodded.

"yeah," you muttered. "you did."

he smiled, pressing a kiss to your neck before allowing you to continue playing with his curls. everything seemed perfect.

liam was far outside of the photo.