IMAGINE: Timothée and you falling in love

      You take a deep, staggering breath and then pull open ‪the doors‬ of Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts. This is your first day attending classes, and you're a nervous wreck. The first thing you do as soon as you walk into the building is run smack-bang into someone. Everything you're both carrying goes flying in all directions, scattering across the floor. You stand there, frozen in place, your eyes wide in horror. Then you feel the heat rush into your face as people turn to look at you. “Oh, I'm so sorry." You whisper as you look at the man you ran into. Your eyes go more wide and your blush turns deeper as your heart trips in your chest. He's so handsome. He stares straight at you, unabashedly, silent. It takes a long moment to go by before he blinks and looks away from you, a flush climbing into his cheeks. “Sorry. I-I-I am so terribly sorry." He apologizes quickly, before he bends down to gather everything off of the floor. You help him pick up all of the scatter items, your heart still racing in your chest. "I'm Timothée, by the way." He says, shyly glancing up at you. You smile. "Y/N." Once Timothée and you have gathered and sorted everything, you finally look at each other. "I'm so sorry. It was all my fault. I-I wasn't watching where I was going. This is my first day attending classes, and I'm just so nervous and scared that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." You blurt out. “No, no, it was all my fault. I shouldn't have been right by the door. It's my fault, don't worry about it." “Either way, I'm sorry." You grimace. He smiles kindly at you. "Hey, it's okay." He murmurs. It makes your throat go dry. You smile back. "Now can I help walk you to your class?" He asks. “That would be wonderful. I don't really have any idea where I'm going." You laugh sheepishly. “Then I will lead the way." Timothée grins, beckoning you to follow him. ———      After your last class ends for the day, you head for the exit. You stop when you see Timothée waiting by the exit door. "Waiting for another poor soul to run into?" You call, grinning. He looks up and starts laughing when he sees you. "I feel like once is way more than enough. No, but in all seriousness, I'm just waiting for a cab." “Inside?" You ask, your eyebrows furrowing. “It's cold outside." He laughs softly. You laugh and shake your head. "Are you all done for the day?" He asks. You nod. "How were your classes today?" He asks. “They were good. Scary, but good." You smile. “They're always like that one the first day. It gets better as the term goes on." “I want to thank you again for showing me to all of my classes. That helped so much. This building is so big, and I know I probably would've been late to all of my classes just trying to find where they're located." "Oh my goodness, of course. You're very welcome. If you're ever lost or confused, just hit me up and I'll show you the way." “We are just talking about school, aren't you?" You grin jokingly. Timothée starts laughing. "I mean, we can be. We don't have to though." He winks at you. You flush and smile wider. "I have to walk home, but I'll probably see you tomorrow, yeah?" “Most definitely." He smiles at you, his eyes twinkling. ———      The first week of classes go as well as expected. You spend time with Timothée every day before and after class and every single break in between. You really like spending time with him and it makes you happy knowing that you'll both be at this school for a while. ‪ On Friday afternoon‬, you don't see Timothee as you walk into the atrium of the school. Your heart plummets with disappointment. You really wanted to see him one last time before the weekend. "Oh well." You whisper dejectedly. You walk out of the exit doors and see Timothée there. "Wh-what are you doing out here? I thought you had already left for the day." You say, feeling your spirits lift considerably. “I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to you." He smirks. “Oh." You smile. “I was hoping, if you'd like, to walk you home today...?" He offers nervously. “Really?" You ask in surprise. “I mean, if you don't want me to, that's totally okay!" He exclaims. You put your hand on his arm. "No, I would love that." You smile. He looks at you and smiles. "Yeah?" You nod, beaming. His breath leaves him in a rush. "Okay." He smiles even wider, holding out his hand. You slide your hand into his, blushing. You glance at each other shyly and then look away, a lightheartedness in your chest as he squeezes your hand. [THE END] I hope you liked it!