paper love - timothée chalamet

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Adore You - Harry Styles

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"AAAAH!" Tim shouted. 

I rolled my eyes and went back to fixing Bella's romper.

It was Wednesday evening, and we were modelling. 

That's right bitches, you heard right, we were modelling. 

Why?

Well, we look hot and because we can. 

SO TAKE THAT BITCHES.

But we weren't real modelling or anything like that. 

Just playing. 

Timmy had set up a camera and we were supposed to be strutting like a model towards it, only problem was we were all different heights but who cares, even if the camera couldn't quite see Bella unless she went back.  

Tim had accidentally poked his shoulder with a safety pin which is why he was shouting. 

I looked fine, wearing a big hoodie(that belonged to Timmy but I haven't decided on giving it back yet) and matching green plaid pyjamas that were the same as Timmy, fuzzy socks, and hair tied in a low ponytail. 

Timmy looked adorable, wearing a white shirt and green plaid pyjamas and his hair was messy and kept falling in front of his eyes, so I had tied it into a weird ponytail on the top of his head and it kinda looked like a curly palm tree but he looked so cute. 

Bella looked adorable as well, in a green romper (to match us) and a plastic pink tiara perched on her head. 

"WAIT!" Tim shouted. "WE NEED A FAMILY PHOTO! How could I have forgotten?!"

He quickly picks up Bella from the ground and pulls me up to my feet by my arm. 

Tim switches Bella from one hip to another, Bella giggling in the process.

His arm smoothly slides around my waist, pulling me close to his side. 

AAAHHHH

"Ready? Smile!" Timmy says, pressing the "take photo" button on the remote of the camera, and I smile at it, the flash kind of blinding. 

CLICK

Once we were sure the photo was taken, I squiggle out of Tim's arm to go get the camera and see the photos, him pouting as I leave his side. 

The photos came out in a polaroid, and it was so cute. 

Timmy was beaming, his hair wild in the palm tree, Bella at his left hip, kind of smiling, his arm around my waist, me at his right side, also smiling, and our lovely matching outfits. 

I smiled at the photo, it looked wonderful.

"Ready for the modelling?" Timmy asked Bella.