i miss you, i'm sorry → timothée chalamet.

OO5. → heart attack on the carpet

༊*·˚ CHAPTER FIVE *ೃ༄

heart attack on the carpet

late july 2021 ( two and a half months after ) - haley

"robert?" haley picked up the phone to answer her manager as she and theo took finn and his boyfriend to the airport early in the morning. edvin's show just got renewed for a second season, and finn wanted to tag along before he had to go to new york for the met in september. her brother was quite clingy. she made sure to take edvin aside the night before and whispered that he should not at any cost feel obligated to drag finn along if he didn't want him there, but bless his soul, the dude really told her that it was fine. with finn and ed gone, haley would have the house to herself. the heartbreaking thing was that no one trusted her enough to leave her there alone, so cole decided to move in.

that was until she received an email from greta asking if you're going to new york anytime soon? and are you alright to meet up with me and nicole holofcener, the scriptwriter? so of course, haley agreed. but someone, a person that she really wanted to avoid, happened to reside in that same city. and she knew that heading to new york meant attending the met gala, which he also happened to be invited to.

"hey kiddo. met gala fitting in a week, you headed to new york anytime soon?" asked robert. haley heard him rummaging through a bunch of papers and cursing one of the junior assistants under his breath.

"i have a therapist appointment at eleven," she told him as theo drove. "and... i don't want to go to the met anymore. i think i have to cancel."

"what?!" finn sprung up from ed's shoulder in the backseat. everyone thought he was sleeping this whole time, but he was probably just trying to eavesdrop on the conversations haley had with theo. "you promised you'd come with me, i don't wanna go alone!" he protested.

haley sighed. "finn. do i look like i can walk down that blood red carpet without throwing up on the spot? no. in conclusion, i will not be-"

"you're not going to the met gala?" robert's voice cut through. "we've been planning your outfit for months, haley." he sounded like a disappointed parent, and she hated to let him down.

"rob... listen, i'd love to go. really, i want to. but i don't think i can right now," she began.

"i appreciate your honesty, honey, but don't you have a movie coming up?" he sounded dismissive, like he was only half paying attention. she was there when he did it to other calls, and could tell he was doing it with her. so she tried to explain as patiently as she could to her somewhat insensitive manager how she did not want to go.

"it's hard, okay? i'm trying, hard not to regret what i'm doing right now. but i'm really tired robert, and i don't think i can fulfill all our commitments for the year." she tried to keep a steady voice, but didn't succeed. haley heard robert's sharp inhale from the other end of the line. "i'm flying out to new york in a week," she conceded. "i'll try to make time for the fitting then, i guess. but robert," she began. "i don't really want to see timothée."