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

O14. → two birthdays and a fake wedding

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two birthdays and a fake wedding

november 30, 2020 ( 5 months before ) - timothée's pov on haley's 23rd birthday

"happy birthday sleepyhead," timothée greeted from the other side of the video call. he was in new york, so it was around ten in the morning for him, while it was around seven for haley in los angeles.

"thank you!" haley grinned at the curly mop that stared back at her as she lay in bed.

"did i wake you up?" he asked, concerned. his soft eyes stared at her longingly. little did he know how soon he'd find out that she felt the same way about him.

"nah, i got up a quarter to six." she replied. at the same moment, she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. "i'm so sorry, i should go get that. i'll call you back?" haley asked him as she kicked off the covers.

"you can take me with you, i don't mind." timothée said, trying to hide a grin. he knew what was waiting for her, and wanted to see her live reaction when she saw what he got her.

"alright."

haley pushed her door open and he watched as she plundered down the stairs, catching a glimpse of the huge house where he boarded for a while back in september.

"good morning," she said, greeting the delivery man pleasantly. timothée also noticed how there were large boxes by the entrance, probably presents from big companies haley was affiliated with. "what are there?"

he watched her receive the large box with a hundred pale pink roses with a gaping look on her face, while he was smiling the whole time, his eyes crinkling. "who could these possibly be from?!" she asked the delivery man, astounded.

"i think they comes from a mr. chala-may, miss," he replied, consulting a notepad. at this, haley glanced back at the face that stared back at her on her phone. "you?!"

"do you like them?" he asked bashfully.

"you stupid ass, i love them!" she exclaimed. "here sir," she added, handing the delivery man a large sum. "thank you so much." she thanked the man genuinely.

but that wasn't all. "missus, there's more," the man told her, after gratefully accepting her tip. at this, haley, looked stunned. "more?" she repeated.

she watched with wonder as he pulled out a large cluster of balloons that matched the color of the roses, with complimentary gold streamers. she accepted them, rooted to the spot, while he pulled out another box— which seemed really heavy— and set down at her feet. at this, the kind man thanked her again for the tip before climbing back into the large van and driving off.

after opening the box, she found a collection of various books, and novels of his, all annotated with his thoughts, given to her to read. as if that wasn't enough, there was also a small notebook of his, with bad poetry about her, and short stories.