timothée chalamet imagines

hate

timothée's pov

I walked into the house, throwing my bag on the floor.

"Y/n?"

"Laundry room!"

I walked over there and saw her folding her clothes on top of the dryer.

"I missed you." I said snaking my arms around her waist.

"Missed you too." she said dryly.

I tossed the clothes out of her hand and spun her around to look at her.

That's all it took to break her. She pushed her face into my chest, crying into it.

I put my hand on the back of her head. I could hear her breathing in the scent of my cologne strongly, something she does to try and calm herself down.

"I can't take it anymore." she muffled.

"You can't take what anymore?"

She pulled away and looked up at me.

"Your fans," she sniffled "they hate me."

"What are you talking about?"

She grabbed her phone and opened up twitter, showing me what she pulled up on the screen.

The pictures of us walking together around the city were all over the place. Like any other couple, we were hugging, holding hands, and kissing each other too.

"She's hideous."

"He could do so much better."

"Why would he even want her?"

"Break up with her, Timothée!"

The hate filled tweets kept coming up one after the other, each one getting worse than the one that came before it.

How could my fans be like this?

I gave her back her phone.

"I'm so sorry," I shook my head "I-I don't know why they would say all those things about you."

She proceeded to fold the rest of her clothes, not saying a word to me.

Now, she was blocking me out.

I wanted to talk to her, give her an explanation.

One I didn't know how to give to begin with. I want to give her an apology, one that shouldn't even come from me, but from my fans.

I stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me and getting back into my car.

Racing down the street to I don't even know where. I pulled off to the side of an empty road, hitting my steering wheel in frustration.

My past public relationships had bad headlines plastered all over them, and fans on social media would "put me in time out" for the time being until I broke up with whatever girl I was with at the time.

But y/n was getting hated on tremendously. In no way I had ever seen anyone get hated on before.

Obviously there was no way for me to talk to all of my fans face to face or in person, so I decided to take this situation back to where it started: social media.

I wrote in my notes.

"I've barely become aware of the many things being said about y/n by you all. By mostly my fans. You are all very cruel and almost soulless to have said all of those horrendous things about her. At this point in my life, I don't care what people think about me or who I'm with for that matter; because it's nobody's business but mine. I'm not breaking up with y/n, no way in hell. I love her with everything in me. If you can't accept that, don't bother putting our names in your mouth or in a comment you type up and post wherever. To my fans, how could you be this way? It's unacceptable."

I took a screenshot of it and posted it to my instagram story and on twitter. I stared at my phone for about five minutes, retweets, comments, replies and likes flooded my notification.

The stream of them stopped when I started getting a phone call from y/n.

"Babe? Are you okay?"

"Yes." her voice trembled

She was barely whispering. I couldn't make out what she said after 'yes.'

"What? I-I can't hear you."

"Just come home." she spoke up.

I made my way back home quickly and ran up to the door. As I reached for the handle, y/n opened the door up all the way.

I sighed of relief when she practically jumped on me, wrapping her arms and legs around me tightly.

I hugged her tightly, putting my face into the crook of her neck. Giving her kisses there and all over her cheek.

It seemed like she didn't plan on letting go of me for a while, so I walked in and closed the door. I sat on the couch, her sitting on my lap, still holding onto me.

She pulled away to look at me, cupping my face in her hands as she planted a deep and meaningful kiss onto my lips.

"What was that for?" I chuckled.

"For loving me," she said "for posting that message."

She rested her head on my chest. The beating of my heart started to slow down from the pounding of frustration it was doing earlier.

"What did I do to deserve someone like you?" I asked stroking her hair.

"I'd love to know the answer to that question."