timothée chalamet requests

☾ request nine

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timothée's pov

"Wake up!" I finally shouted after trying to get her up for the past fifteen minutes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" she shouted angrily, not even opening her eyes. She grabbed the pillow and put it over her head.

I clicked my tongue and took the pillow off of her head. "We have plans."

"But I'm tired." she whined as her eyes barely peeled open.

"And these plans will wake you up," I said and slapped her butt "come on." I said and got off the bed, walking out of our bedroom.

"Get ready!" I shouted and walked down to the kitchen. I've been ready for about an hour.

"Ughhh!" she groaned.

It's not even 10:00 A.M and I've already put her in a bad mood. Well, so be it, she has to get out of the house. Especially today, it's her birthday.

As I heard the bathroom door slam, I rolled my eyes and opened up the fridge, taking out the cake I picked up on my way home last night from her favorite bakery.

By the time I got home, y/n was already asleep, so, luckily I got to put it away without her even getting the chance to see it.

I opened up the drawer next to the stove and took out the candles and lighter. The shower upstairs ran as I started carefully placing the candles on the cake one by one.

Y/n knew we had plans today, I reminded her last night. She likes to sleep in, but these plans call for waking up early. Those plans?

Breakfast with her parents, my in-laws. Now I can say my relationship with my in-laws is like those of the movies - disapproving father and shallow mother. Y/n can say the same too.

And I swear I've never done anything to upset them, minus getting caught sneaking out of y/n's room multiple times when we are teenagers.

But yet again, that's just something teenagers do.
And look at how that worked out for us both.

Y/n is well aware of how they are, how they feel about me and our relationship. But being the daughter that she is, she accepted her Mother's invitation to an early breakfast for her birthday.

"Timothée!" y/n yelled from upstairs as I put the last candle on, making me flinch.

I ran up there, preparing myself for whatever fiasco occurred this time. "What?" I asked, walking into the bedroom.

She was standing with a towel wrapped on her head, robe tied around her waist and arms crossed on her chest. "My parents are already at the restaurant." she said through gritted teeth, pissed look on her face.

I lifted my watch to look at the time and put it down slowly, viewing my mistake. It's already 10:00 A.M, we were supposed to be there at 9.

"I'm sorry," I scratched the back of my head "I got the times mix-"

"Get out."

"Y/n, come on." I took a step toward her.

"I said get out!" she yelled and closed her eyes in frustration "please, just get out."

"I'll wait for you downstairs." I said and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I went back downstairs and returned the cake to the fridge. I took my phone out of my pocket and called y/n's Mom.

"Mrs. y/l/n, hi."

"Where are you two?" she asked over the phone.

"We're still at home. I'm sorry, I got my timing mixed up. Y/n's getting ready right now."