in which her favorite perfume was honey wildflower and he loved it.
or
in which she fell for the curly haired french boy.
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(social media x real life)
(fem oc x timothée chalamet)
warning: this story uses matur...
"so what time were you leaving to pick up timothée?" hazel asks.
"uh like right now" i say as a finish lacing up my shoe. timothée has been in london for three days, today is the day he comes back. sure it was only three days but it felt like two billion years. i'm excited to to say the least.
"where are my keys?" i frustratedly question the brunette while raking a hand through my hair.
"in your hand, dumbass" she giggles, pointing to my hand.
"oh" i say in realization as i stare at my hand.
"hazel, i love you but i have to go, it's three twenty, timothée's plane lands at four and i don't want to be late" i explain to my best friend before grabbing my purse, making sure i have everything i need.
"i doubt you'll be late, you're literally leaving forty minutes before his plane lands." she laughs.
"we live in new york city, where the traffic ninety-five percent of the time is horrible, so." i point out.
"true, true. well good luck, say hi to timothée for me" she smiles.
"of course," i pause walking towards the door "i love you, hazel. see you later!" i finish my sentence and head out the door after she told me the same.
i walk to the elevator and go down to the bottom floor, where the parking garage is. the elevator doors open and i see a face i didn't expect to see, rudy holding a bouquet of flowers.
"what are you doing here?!" i spit.
"nice to see you too" he smiles.
"for you, maybe, but for me, no it's not nice to see you" i look him up and down with disgust.
"well, i got you these, i wanted to apologize" he says nudging the flowers towards me.
"and that's all you wanted to do?" i ask crossing my hands over my chest.
"no, i know it's been awhile but i was going to try and win you back" he awkwardly answers.
"what about elaine?" i raise an eyebrow.
"she doesn't have to know" he smirks, moving closer to me.
"get the actual fuck away from me before i beat the ever-living shit out of you." i say, my voice laced with nothing but venom and anger.
"please ryen just give me another chance" he sighs, inching closer and closer.
"i'm warning you, back the fuck up, rudeth." i spit.
"ryen pl-" i cut him off with a slap to the face.
"do you understand how pathetic and stupid you sound right now?! you're fucking crazy if you think i'd ever trust you just makes me laugh. the fact that you think i'd get back together with you after you cheated on me and that you're willing to cheat on your current girlfriend for me just fucking baffles me. if you could leave her that easy i can imagine how fast you'd do it to me, again. you, rudy pankow, are a piece of shit." i scold the blonde in front of me.
"now if you'll excuse me, i have to go pick up my boyfriend up from the airport." i say with an angry sigh.
"boyfriend?!" he questions, his eyes showing nothing but anger.
"yes, boyfriend." i roll my eyes as i walk away from him before he grabs me by my wrist.
"don't do this to me ryen, please" he pleads.
"get your fucking hands off of me you pathetic asshole." i cursed at the boy, ripping his hand off my wrist.
i walk off to my car, get in and lock the doors. i cross the seatbelt over my body and buckle it. i start the car with a twist of my key before plugging my phone into the aux cord and play "midnight love" by girl in red.
now that i've gotten away from that blonde bimbo, the only person on my mind is timothée. i'm so excited to see him. i drive out of the parking garage and drive into the city towards the jfk airport.
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i anxiously tap my foot on the airport floor. i don't know why im so nervous, it's weird. it just turned four o' clock so that means he could be landing at any second. i walk up to the front desk and ask where the baggage claim was for his flight.
as i walk towards the baggage claim conveyer belt for his flight my heart starts to race. out of a sea of people that are around that area looking for their bags, i don't see him.
until this young lady moves after she had grabbed her suitcase, that's when i saw him. i instantly recognized him from his curls and frame. i start walking slightly faster, he grabs his bag and starts walking the way i'm coming from. i see his eyes search around the room looking for me, and then we lock eyes and his face instantly lights up with a smile.
i take off running in his direction, as fast as i can without tripping on my face. as soon as i make physical contact with him he picks me up into a tight hug and spins me around, his scent of vanilla and cologne immediately engulfing me. he puts me down as i giggle with happy tears in my eyes before he attacks me with kisses, earning a "get a room" from a snobby old man walking by, i gave him the finger and turned back to timothée.
"i missed you so much" i say into his chest, slightly crying.
"are you crying?" he asks as i pull away from our hug.
"no" i lie with my glossy eyes and slightly smeared mascara.
"don't cry" he smiles with tears in his eyes as he wipes the tears and mascara off my face before pulling me into another hug. i look over and see someone standing with their phone out, either recording us or- i don't know.
"excuse me? i'm sorry to bother but can i get a picture with you guys? im a really big fan!" the girl asks.
"of course" i say trying to compose myself.
"are you okay?" she asks worried.
"yeah, i just haven't seen timmy in like three days and it was torture so i'm very happy right now." i smile at the blonde girl.
we pose for the photo and have a small conversation, i learned that she is nineteen years old, loves me, timothée and the rest of my friends and wants to be a writer, oh and i learned her name, charlotte.
"you're really pretty by the way" i compliment.
"oh! thank you, you already know that i think you're gorgeous" she blushes.
"it was really nice meeting you" i say before giving her a hug.
"likewise" she grins before walking away.
"she was really nice" i say before giving timothée another kiss.
"she was" he smiles against my lips.
"alright well, let's get you home, pretty boy!" i say before leading him to where my car is.
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hi, i hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you didn't that's not my problem 😁
with all the love ig -ani
i'm just kidding, thank you so so so so SO much for 1k reads!! i'm so beyond glad and thankful for everyone who has read this book so far. i love each and every one of you with all my heart and you mean the absolute world to me.
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