us - timothée chalamet

one

THIS CHAPTER HAS SPOILERS FOR UGLY LOVE
isabella's pov - date set : 24th March 2022

The pitiful sound of my alarm rings through my ears and disrupts my dream about Robert Pattinsons' batman. I groan and blindly reach over to my left, trying to find the side table and turn off my phone. I finally reach the button and press it. Grabbing the phone and turning over onto my other side. I read the notifications, it's all normal. TikTok, Instagram, a few Snapchats. After reading all of the many dms on Insta, the TikTok tags and duets and comments, I go back to the 'Notification Centre' and notice there's a bunch of missed calls from Timothée - an odd occurrence seen as when he's with us he never usually has the need to call that much. There's one message that he left. 

It was from 12:30 last night. He went out and had fun with some old friends last night whilst Florence watched a sappy movie and I tried to finish Ugly Love. After crying myself to sleep and waking up again at three o'clock I gave up. He left a voicemail
for me so I sat up and rearranged my pillows before pressing play. "Heyyyyyy, Izzy. I'm out at the pub with Jack" a voice came into the speaker out of now where correcting Tim and saying his name was Jamie - which made me giggle. "Yeah yeah, sorry. Would you give me a minute please? Thank you. I just wanted to let you know that I wish you were here. It seems like the place you'd like. They have soccer- I mean football sorry, posters and stuff all over the walls. They are playing stuff like Queen and Foo Fighters which I know you adore cause you refuse to let anyone else play their playlists and always play yours. Yeah that's it really. I ran up to this girl earlier cause she had curly, brown hair like yours and she threw a drink at me. I just wish it was you cause I'd be less soggy. See you tomorrow amour." Then he hung up.

I had so many emotions at once. I got butterflies from his adorable memories. I wish I'd gone with him like he offered. I sat stewing in my own minds for a moment before throwing off my duvet and climbing out of bed. I walked through the apartment and knocked on Timothée's door, pushing it open when I got no response and saw him snoring into the pillow. I smiled and closed the door.

"I knew it," Florence startled me out of nowhere.
"Knew what?"
"You like him."
"I do not!"
"Yes you do! Why else would you be looking into his room whilst he sleeps?"
"I was checking to see if he was awake! I need to talk to him."
"Oh, about what? That you love him!"
"No no no! He left me a drunk voicemail and was really cute. I wanted to see if he remembers it."
"Play it for me."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Izzy give me your phone now."
"No."
"I'll show Tim all the photos you hate from that night out."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
"Fine, but I play it and you don't say a word to HIM."
"That's ok with me."

We walked away from Tim's door and into the kitchen, Flo on the side of the island that was closest to the fridge, myself opposite. "Before we do anything," I say before I unlock my phone that I'd put on the table, "Grab me a bottle of water please. I dehydrated myself last night."

She turned around to grab me a bottle of water from the fridge and I pulled a stool out from underneath the overhanging ledge of the island. I sat down and she passed it to me. "Still not finished Ugly Love, huh?"

"Nope. I'm on the part where Miles' son drowns and Rachel blames him."

"Brutal, my copy has so many water marks from my tears it's unbelievable."

"Oh my god, I was sobbing. I'm surprised you didn't hear me to be honest. It's breaking me. I'm excited for It Ends With Us but nervous after what I've read so far."

"Hm, well at least we can now spot red flags from reading about them."

"I'm not so sure I'm quite there yet, besides is history teaches us anything - I ignore obvious red flags the moment I see them."

I giggled when she smiled goofily at me and made her iconic frowny face. I unlocked my phone and pressed play on the voice recording, opening my water and chugging half of it as she listens. She smiles and sighs at parts, tapping her fingers and laughing when he mentions the other girl. The audio comes to an end and she turns off my phone. Staring at it and then me for a moment in silence. "Wow."

"I know. It was such a fun thing to wake up to."

"I bet it was. Please save that. I may need to listen to it again, I'm so confused."

"Wow, Florence Rose Pugh the men expert is confused?"

"Shut it you, I just don't understand why he had to tell you then and there. Couldn't he have waited? Maybe he just wanted an excuse to talk to you."

"You're making conspiracies again."

"I know but that has to be more than friendly."

"Look the moment we met I knew how attractive he was. He literally stumbled into my life and I did consider a future together, however nothing came of it. It's 2022 now Flo, we met in 2014. That's eight, long years and we've not kissed or anything. Which is odd cause I've made out with most of my friends - including you."

"I know but I see something between you, you're always smiling and flirting it's adorable. I think you're just too shy to do anything about it."

We hear Tim's bedroom door open and the ominous sound of his obnoxious yawns. His feet oad their way into the bathroom opposite his bedroom and we hurriedly close the phone app and try to look more natural. He spends a few minutes in the bathroom, most likely doing his teeth, before coming back out and padding his way into the kitchen.

"Morrrniinngg." He grumbles, trying to sound happy however his morning voice and hangover don't help.
"Do you have any headache shit, you know the one that helps?"

Florence says that there isn't one around however I have some in my bathroom, looking at me. But I'm too busy fawning over Tim's morning voice. "Izzy!"

I snap out of it and look from her to him. She's smiling and he's smirking. Only now can I see the difference between the two. "Oh right yeah give me a sec."

I scuttle off, down the corridor, into my bedroom, into my on-suite bathroom and then I lean down into my bathroom cupboard, grabbing the paracetamol. I retrace my steps and hand him the packet, watching him take two out and then throw them into his mouth, followed with a gulp of my water. Wait that's my water.

"Bitch get your own!" I jokingly yell at him as he swallows and places the water back down. He smiles and moves it away from me as I try to grab it, repeatedly doing so before I stand up to try and grab it, but he lifts it above his head. I try my best to grab it but give up and think of another plan.

"Fine," I say as I look directly into his eyes, then down to his lips and begin to walk backwards, never breaking eye contact. He follows. Like a puppy following his owner, he follows and drops his arm back down to his side. Eventually he's in the living room with me and I spin us around so he is near the couch. Then. I pounce. Taking him by surprise and pushing him down to grab the bottle. We end up in a mess of limbs however I won so that's the only point that matters.

Once we make it up he scowls at me and throws his head back onto the couch. Florence sits down and joins us, "I cannot believe I got that on camera."