For this chapter he is not with Kylie obvi. It's no disrespect to her, just for the story's purpose
It was the night before the Golden Globes. You had just landed in L.A. because you had a shoot. Timothee's had his driver come pick you up because he was busy and wasn't able to show up. You got off the jet, and into the car. You got to his house 20 minutes later. You got the keys out of your purse and came inside.
"Hello?", you called out.
But you soon saw a fire going on in the back. You furrowed your eyebrows, and slowly approached the backyard door. Timothee was out there with his cast, and he looked high and drunk. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit upset.
"Was this his idea of busy?", you thought to yourself.
You went upstairs to just cool down, and unpack. You showered and when you were done, you heard slurred words.
"Babyyy," he was struggling to open the bathroom door, but eventually got it open. "Why didn't you come outside and say hello? Odessa was the one who had to tell me you got here." Timothee slurred, automatically getting touchy.
"Because I'm upset with you.", you truthfully replied.
"What? Why baby? I love you, you know that," he frowned, trying to pepper kisses on your neck.
"Go lay down," you pulled away.
He got upset and left the bathroom. You closed the door, continuing to dry your hair, put on your lotion, change into your pajamas, brush your teeth, and do your skincare. When you got out of the bathroom, Timothee was angry in the bed. You sat down.
"You know I'm really upset that you lied to me. You told me you were busy and you couldn't pick me up at the airport. I'm over here thinking you're doing some fitting, or a cast dinner. Then I get here and you're outside smoking and drinking, hanging out with everyone else? Like what the fuck?" You held back your tears.
"I was doing something!" He raised his voice. But he immediately regretted it.
"You made me feel like shit. I haven't seen you in several weeks and it just felt like you didn't care." You stared to cry.
"Shit," he murmured under his breath. "No, baby I'm sorry. I've just been in my head, because I am anxious about the awards.", He pulled you into his arms, peppering kisses on your head.
That night, you had a talk. In which he apologized, drunkly, obviously.
But in the morning, Taylor, his stylist, brought some dress options for you. You chose a silver vintage Versace dress, with matching heels.
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After Taylor left, Timothee and you decided to go get some bagels and coffee, to make up from yesterday. You got to the place, you took it to go instead because there were a lot of paparazzi. You went back to the house, and while eating, you could see the stress on Timothee's face.
"You were amazing you know that? So many people loved you in Marty Supreme babe. Don't doubt your talent," you comforted him.
"Thanks, but all I can think is that Michael deserves it so much more. He played two people, Sinners was amazing and meant so much more than Marty Supreme did. I don't deserve it if I do get it," he sighed.
"Yeah, I understand that. But it still doesn't mean that you didn't work hard? You work your ass off. You trained for 6 years, just for Marty Supreme, while you were training for A Complete Unknown. And I'm not saying that Michael didn't work as hard because I'm sure he did, but don't try and diminish your efforts and hard work. If anything, you both deserve it," You assured softly.
Later on, Timothee and you were cuddling on the couch, watching a show. You both needed to relax.
But chaos soon came as the entire glam team was over to help get you ready for the Golden Globes. The mood was lifted up by the energy, and after your hair and makeup Timothee was getting dressed. You just had a big smile on your face, helping him button his vest.
"You look handsome," you complimented softly.
"Thank you baby," He placed a kiss on your head.
"You wanna help me get the dress on?" you got the dress out of the garment bag. And he helped you get it on.
"You look gorgeous angel." He smiled, giving a little pat on your ass.
"Cheeky," You rolled your eyes.
You both left the house pretty late, and once you got to the carpet, fans were screaming, he held your hand, taking pictures with you and getting interviewed.
Once you both got inside and sat down, you got a couple drinks, to get both your minds off of things. You said hi to a few actors but other than that you waited 'til the show started. And after that, it was a breeze. He won the golden globe that night, he felt guilty but you found a way to make him proud of himself.
At the after party, you two had a lot of fun, and you ended up drinking a little too much.
You two got home, making out on the couch.
In the morning, you didn't even remember anything. But all you knew was that you were naked, and in his arms.
That pretty golden globe, sitting on the nightstand. Very deserved in your opinion. But you were biased.
A/N: Sorry if this is really boring, but I am really needing requests y'all. But I/m writing this on my new laptop ayee.
