wrong place, right time | timothée chalamet

22: meeting family.

t <3

im actually incredibly nervous

they wont hate you, t

YOU DONT KNOW THAT
what if i embarrass myself

listen buddy.
callum will try his best to be intimidating but
hes brought bailey with him so he'll baby talk
his dog and from there its hard to be scared
of him
im pretty sure maisie is in love with you? which
now im thinking abt it is slightly concerning
please dont sleep with my sister
lacey doesnt even know who you are so thats a
clean slate for you
and my moms a sweetheart she was watching
your interviews earlier this week

ok slightly less nervous
im not going to sleep with your
sister lmao
i'm heading up the steps now btw
please let me in 🙏🏼

jeez youre here already?

i didnt want to be late

im coming now

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elodie unlocked the door for her boyfriend, who had two bouquets in his hands. one consisted of white roses, and the other an array of pink tulips. he smiled at her and stepped into the apartment, kissing her cheek as he did so. she closed the door behind her, taking in his appearance.

he had tidied up his hair, the curls she loved presented in a slightly neater manner. she had told him to just dress as he normally would, so he came in a white shirt, jeans and a jacket. "um, these ones are for you." he handed her the bouquet of white roses, and the gesture turned her cheeks to a tinted red as she took them. "thankyou, you didn't have to do that." she admired them before putting them in the vase behind her, and thanking him again - this time, with a short but sweet kiss.

once they had pulled apart, she ruffled his hair. "you didn't have to tame the mop, it looks better when its all messy." he laughed quietly, and tried to return it to the original state. she swatted away his hand. "leave it, you look hot." elodie boldly stated, and timothée's eyes widened slightly

"is he here?" elodie heard her mother shout, causing bailey to start yapping and sprint towards the door. he quickly composed himself in time for her to round the corner. maria westwood was a short woman, compared to timothée. she had short brown hair that she had tied back into a bun with one of elodie's hair ties. "oh, hello sweetheart."

before he could respond, she had pulled timothée into a warm hug. he returned it as soon as he had got over the initial shock. "lovely to meet you, mrs westwood." he pulled away and gave her the other bouquet. "i bought you these, els said that you liked tulips.." maria gasped dramatically, and took them. "oh, dear - you really didnt have to do that. thankyou so much."

"you just head on into the dining room, the rest of the family are all in there." timothée nodded nervously, sending elodie a final glance before making his way into a room of people he'd never met before.

"he's a keeper for sure. good looking, too. well done." maria whispered to her eldest daughter, who laughed in shock. "mom!"

"so, you're the boyfriend huh..." callum narrowed his eyes at timothée, trying to look scary despite being four inches shorter than the actor. "i am, yes..?" he responded cautiously. when elodie had stepped into the room, it was a sight to behold.

maisie was gawking at the boy, lacey was drawing, completely unfazed by the events unfolding before her, and callum was glaring daggers into timothée's skull. "if you ever, ever... hurt my little sister, i will hunt you down and shave off every last hair on your head." elodie cried dramatically, interrupting the stand off.

"not his hair, anything but his hair..!" she continued, stepping between the two boys.

the rest of the day went over smoothly, the boys bonded over embarrassing elodie. lacey spent about ten minutes showing timothée her drawings, which he was actually impressed with. then she got him to send her friends a video saying hello, since they were all obsessed with him. he willingly obliged. maisie didn't really interact with him much, they said hello and had a brief introduction, but other than that they hardly even talked.

they were halfway into a random movie lacey had chosen when elodie rested her head onto timothée's shoulder, wrapping one arm around the other. he pulled her closer towards him, forgetting it wasn't just them in the room for a while. "you okay?" he mumbled into her ear. she nodded and smiled, looking up at him. "i'm just happy." he smiled back at her, planting a kiss on her nose.

"i love you, elodie westwood."

"i love you too, timothée chalamet."

AN: ugh i love them.