It was minutes before Harry was due to arrive at Timmy's apartment. You were nervous as all hell, pacing the room while going over your questions compulsively. Suddenly, Timmy snatched the notes out of your hands.
"(y/n) stop it! You will be amazing! You are the kindest, most intelligent person I know, and anybody who thinks differently isn't worth your time!" He pleaded reassuringly.
"Oh, shut up! You know you get just as nervous when it comes to your career!" You teased. With that, he grabbed you by the waist, threw you on the couch and started tickling you.
"STOOOPP!" You screamed through gritted teeth, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh. At that moment, Harry's voice interrupted Timothée's assault. One of the film crew had let him in without warning, and Harry was now standing over the couch.
"Hello, hope I'm not go-in ta be the third wheel here," Harry chuckled in his husky, seductive voice. His accent was thick in the informal greeting. He raised one of his neatly shaped eyebrows at you both. You couldn't help but compare how thick and bushy Timmy's were compared. Honestly, you kind of missed his little monobrow now that he'd plucked it, even though you had teased him about it constantly when you were teens.
You pushed Timmy's hands aside and rose from the couch, trying to compose yourself. "Harry, it's such a pleasure to meet you! My name is (y/n)."
"The pleasure is mine love," he grinned, speaking calmly. He brushed your hand aside in favour of giving you an unexpected hug. "It's little Timmy Tim in the house, still two inches proud?" He joked, turning to Timothée and hugging him in the same intimate manner.
Timmy looked at the floor, embarrassed. "I'm never going to live that down, am I?" He sighed, only half-serious.
Harry chuckled. "Why would ya want ta! It's pure musical genius!" You all started laughing at this point, the tension melting away. Harry seemed to meld into your friendship seamlessly.
As you conducted the interview, you observed the effortless way that the two boys bounced ideas off each other. Casually, yet so intellectually, discussing the ins and outs of being human in this crazy world. Timothée was ranting like he always did. You thought It was adorable the way he excused himself every time.
After you finished the interview, Harry offered to stay and help you pack up. When the rest of the crew left, the three of you decided to order some dinner and continue the discussion off-camera. After you were finished eating, Harry looked up at you both cautiously.
"I really haven't enjoyed, uhmm, talking to anyone as much as I've enjoyed our conversations today. I knew when I spoke ta ya Timothée, um last year, that you were someone who would no doubt understand me beyond what most people see. Like, even my close friends. Today meeting (y/n), like, I understand why ya are so close. Ya both have such a truly open and honest approach to human interaction, no agenda." Harry candidly praised the two of you, he was nervous, you observed curious at the cause.
You couldn't help but blush and look down at your empty plate, knowing Timmy was doing the same. You both were terrible at accepting compliments.
"I think it's important to surround yourself with people who let you see them completely naked, in a human sense I mean," Timmy responded, lifting his eyes.
"I think I would, uhm, enjoy seeing tha both of ya, like... actually naked..." Harry mumbled under his breath while bitting the inside of his lip with a smirk. His dimples settling into his cheeks, which you had to admit you swooned over in the past.
He did just say that, right? You thought desperately, searching every corner of your mind for a reasonable response.
Before you could make a sound, Timothée stood up. He grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, exposing his stomach. He was still skinny, but surprisingly more muscular than he used to be. he had been training a lot for Dune, and it definitely showed, but that didn't shock you as much as his sudden strip show.
