us - timothée chalamet

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timothée's pov - date set : same day

We sat here for roughly fifteen minutes just on our phones until my phone died. I may have forgotten to charge it overnight, not my fault because I can't remember anything about the night, it blurs after maybe eleven o'clock. My head still throbs and now I'm slightly frustrated in so many ways after Izzy and I 'fought'. It was so little so it shouldn't have me like this and she seems fine, not even bothered as she scrolls through her Instagram feed. Maybe I just need to get laid? She giggles at a fan page post of an edit - it's her in the trailer for Lover making out with Florence. That definitely doesn't help me.

I throw my head back and sigh, bringing my hand to my forehead and pushing the fallen, messy curls away from my face. A hard object gets thrown at me and hits me in the left hand side of my stomach. I groan and throw my head forwards, staring in the direction the remote came from. Flo is sat there with her phone in her lap on the smaller sofa facing us. "Put something on."

"What's the magic word?" I tease, putting emphasis on 'word'. She scowls and throws a pillow at me, however she barely puts in any effort and the pillow goes flying too far to the left. It smacks Izzy straight in the side of the head and across her face, launching her in my direction and her phone goes over me and onto the floor. Flo and I freeze when Izzy's body shakes and she holds her face downwards. We both think she's crying so I lean over her and Flo moves to sit next to her and rubs her back. 

Izzy sat back up with her face still in her hands and we lean in and give her a hug and shush her. She stops shaking momentarily and drops her hands to only over the bottom half of her face. She was red in the face and her eyes were glassy with tears, however she wasn't crying. She was confused and looking from Florence to me. "What are you guys doing?" Her voice was muffled by her hands and she was still looking weirdly at both of us. 

"We thought- wait you- you weren't crying?" I say, keeping my hand on her lower thigh as I answer - trying to keep her comfortable whilst I comfort her.

"I wasn't crying? I was laughing you fuckers, you thought I'd cry that easily?" We're all really confused as we look from one person to the next. 

Florence chimes in now, trying to figure out what's going on with a small smile creeping onto her face. "Iz, you sure you weren't crying? It's ok if you were, just why would you cover your face if you weren't crying?"

"I think you caused me a nosebleed, that's why I'm covering my face still. You guys are really idiots." Slowly, the embarrassment that radiates from the situation turns mine and Florence's faces' bright pink and we join Izzy in the laughter. After a while I remove my hand from Izzy's leg and accidentally bump her arm, making her hand apply pressure on her face and she winces. 

Flo runs in the direction of the bathroom, telling me to bring Izzy. I stand up before moving myself directly before her, leaning down and reaching forward to put my hands on her waist. I stop myself just before and she looks confused - again. "Is this ok?" I ask, looking into her deep, brown eyes. She softens and the skin near the outer corners of her eyes crinkle, indicating her smile. 

"Of course it is Timmy, I'd tell you no if I wasn't comfortable don't worry."

I sigh and smile in relief before resuming my earlier mission and picking her up by her waist. She wraps her legs around me and nestles into my neck with her hands protecting my shoulder from her blood. I begin to walk and I can't help but copy her actions, ensuring to keep her supported. My hands hold her by the bottom of her gorgeous, thick thighs. 

My thoughts go back to the night after I moved in. I was going to the bathroom when I heard sniffles and muffled sobs coming from Izzy's room. I thought I was imagining things and continued to go to the toilet, however when I came out I heard them again, except now they weren't as muffled so I knew I wasn't just hearing it in my head. I knocked on her door and she said come in quietly, and when I walked in she was wiping tears and mascara streaks off of her face, failing to do so. That night she opened up to me, after years of knowing each other she finally told me the truth. She explained her body dysmorphia and insecurities about tummy fat and stretch marks, I tried my best to show her how beautiful she was. I slept in her bed with her, my hands rested on her stomach and her back pressed into my front. It was the first time since we first met I got proper butterflies around her.

I could feel her suck in her stomach as we walked, her breath stopping being so rhythmic as she did it. I pinch her thighs and tell her no and she lets go slightly, but not all the way, it's a small improvement. I swear she grinds her hips into me just after I talk however it was too light to be sure. We reach the bathroom in Izzy's room and Flo tells me to sit her on the side, smirking when she sees the way I hold her. I place Izzy down and slowly slide my hands out from under her, she finally exhales.

Florence instructs Izzy to drop her hands however when she does, we see that it wasn't a nose bleed. There was a large slice through her soft, plump, lower lip and blood covering her lower face. "Oh Iz! I'm so sorry, it must have been the zip on the cushion cover!" After a while of cleaning her up, her lip stops bleeding enough. Izzy touches them together and pulls them apart, whining in the process due to the pain. I watch, her lips swollen from the facecloth rubbing them raw, her eyes are still glassy and she has mascara down her cheeks from laughing, she's sat open mouthed on the side and her hair was messy. If it weren't for the slice in her lip it might have looked, different. I clear my throat and look away, trying not to imagine me fucking her throat until she looked like that. 

She finally jumps down and gives me a hug, leaning into my neck again but keeping her head tilted upwards so her mouth was next to my ear. "Thank you Timothée." She whispers, saying my name the French way. She pulls away and moves over to Florence, I barely hear her telling Flo it's ok. My brain is flooded. Cloudy. Floating up to heaven. "All right now leave, I need to shower. We get pushed out and Flo walks out of the bedroom, telling me something about making breakfast. I stay for a moment, gathering myself. I finally gain enough sanity to exit the room however as I do I swear I hear a moan coming from the bathroom. 

It takes all my strength not to go and investigate and continue to walk out of the door. Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in.