precious- timothée chalamet

chapter thirteen

WHEN SHE WOKE UP, HER HEAD WAS resting on Timmy's chest, one of his arms on her back and the other arm near her head with his fingers tangled in her hair. She turned her head slightly and felt him adjust beneath her. "Eve? You awake?" He murmured into her hair.

"Yeah, I just did woke up," She replied. "Do you know what time it is?"

"Last time I checked it was eleven."

Eve slowly sat up and faced Timmy, who was still laying down, his curls splayed on his face and pillow. His eyes were only half open, rubbing his face with one hand while the other one was still wrapped around Eve's waist. "Did you sleep okay?" Timmy asked when he opened his eyes fully.

"This bed is the most comfortable bed I've ever slept in," Eve told him with a grin. She rubbed her eyes and pulled her hair out of her face, "Got any breakfast options?"

He flashed her a charming smile, "I've got cereal!"

Rolling her eyes, she pulled herself out of his grasp and out of the bed, him whining while she stretched. "I thought you'd be more hungover after last night."

"Really?" Eve replied. "Just because I was a lightweight in high school doesn't mean I am anymore!"

"Oh yes," He started, "Cause Eve Granger is the biggest party gal New York City has ever seen."

She flipped him off, "Do you have a sweatshirt I can borrow? I'm freezing."

He slowly got out of bed and led her to his walk in closet, the start of a celebrity wardrobe as Eve recognized brands. "You're collecting quite an expensive collection," She elbowed him. "At least it's good stuff." She didn't even feel worthy enough of touching some of the suit jackets and shirts he had hanging. Timmy yanked a large hoodie from the hanger snd handed it to her, "This one should do."

"This is my favorite color," Eve said aloud, throwing it on and turning in it. "Does it fit alright?"

Timmy laughed, "Well, you're practically drowning in it, so yeah it fits alright."

She narrowed her eyes and shuffled over to the full length mirror near the entrance to the walk in closet, looking at herself with her frizzy red head, men's green and black pajama pants, and now the dark green hoodie to match. Eve thought to herself, this outfit is very slytherin vibes, she didn't want to say anything to Timothée though, she didn't know if he was still into Harry Potter like he used to be. "You look really cute," Timmy told her when she turned back to him. She looked him up and down, his ferrari shirt hangjng off his body and his bedhead making his curls flatten, but she could still say he was beautiful.

"You look adorable," She replied, walking over to him and pulling him into a hug. "Thank you again for last night, I've never enjoyed myself at those things half as much as I did with you."

"I'm so glad, I loved being there," He ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Wanna get some grub?"

"Oh good lord," She giggled, "Never say grub again."

He pulled her along to the kitchen and opened the pantry to show the various cereal types he had available. It felt like he was just a big kid living on his own with the collection of food he had in there, kraft mac and cheese, twinkies, a collection of potato chips, and like ten different boxes of cereal to name a few things. Eve was slightly overwhelmed since she had stuck with her favorite cereal- Honey Nut Cheerios- as her backup breakfast since high school.

He waved a hand at all his options, then grinned when he saw something, "I got your favorite," He said as if he had read her mind. "You're still a big fan of Cheerios?"