"do you believe in love at first sight?"
"not until i saw you."
In which two young incredible actors, fall in love at first sight, despite their differences.
or
In which, I live out my daydream of being in love with Timothée Chalamet, through Alia...
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Amara creeped into his room, trying hard to stay quiet and not make a sound. It was five in the morning but with the glimmer of light from outside the room, she could see him, still sleeping comfortably in the duvets. She tiptoed towards him and all of a sudden jumped onto his bed.
Timothée jumped and ultimately fell off his bed, onto the carpeted floor below. He quickly stands up, his closed fists in front of him as he was ready to punch the living daylights out of an intruder, only to see a cackling Amara on his bed.
"Amara, what the hell?" he exclaimed. His heart was racing and his breathing increased. "I would have died of a heart attack!"
"But you didn't!" she replied, still laughing her guts out. "God, you should have seen your face."
Timothée finally broke out in laughter, jumping back on the bed, pinning Amara below him. His devilish smirk told Amara that she was in trouble and before she knew it, he was tickling her sides. She tried to break away from his grasp but he held on to her really tightly, making it impossible to run away.
Once he finally stopped, the both of them were out of breath. Lazily, Timothée nuzzled his face against her neck. While he laid there, Amara played with hair, both of them trying to regain control of their breathing.
"Come on, get up," she said. Timothée mumbled a disgruntled groan against her skin, making her squirm because it tickled. She laughed as he hugged her tighter.
"Timothée, come on! I wanna show you something," she chirped again.
"It's five in the morning, Mars. Can't we just stay here, please?"
"As much as I'd love to do that, we'll miss the sunrise." His head perked up and Amara giggled at his appearance. His curls were a mess, and his eyes were sleepily closed, a frown upon his gorgeous face and his lips pouted to match.
"Okay, I'll get up." Just like he said, he sat up on the bed, Amara following suit. She got ready to hop off the bed but he grabbed her arm in the last instance. Amara turned around, confused.
"You gotta give me a kiss first, though," he smugly told her. Amara laughed sarcastically in response.
"I don't think you've earned it, Timothée Chalamet."
"Alright then, have fun watching that sunrise by yourself."
Timothée flopped back down onto his bed, covering his whole body with the duvet. Amara groaned and pulled it back, revealing a cheeky smiling Timothée.
"One kiss, that's all you gotta do, babe," he said, pointing his finger up, showing the number one.
"This is extortion," Amara replied, her hands on her hips, her body leaning one leg more than the other.
"No, I think I earned it. I helped you with the wedding decorations, with preparing for haldi. I helped you hold the phone up yesterday, and made sure your mehndi wasn't ruined. That's hard work, Mars."
