Timothée [Sequel!] [Timothée Chalamet]

chapter four. adele.

"Leaving already? But you just came in yesterday!" My mother whined. I stared into the mirror as I brushed through my wet curls, simultaneously trying to figure out what I was going to do with them.
She kept her hands on my shoulders, watching me with frowned eyebrows and a pout. "I'm not going back to New York yet," I chuckled at her dramatics, "I'm just meeting up with somebody for dinner."
"Dinner?," Her hands dropped from my shoulders immediately, shock on her face, "Give me the brush."

Ever since I was a little girl, my mother never let me get ready for special occasions on my own. I blamed her for never teaching me how to do my hair correctly. Even then, I never complained about it. There was something comforting about it. All the nerves I once had would be gone every time she brushed through my hair.

She had opened the drawer revealing a small bag filled with hair pins and clips, and clipped my hair back with two metal butterfly clips. She smiled, satisfied with her masterpiece.
"There," she grinned, "Makeup?"
"Oh... I'll do that myself."

I looked at myself in the full body mirror that sat in the guest room. I almost didn't recognize myself. The clothes I brought with me to Paris were only fit for relaxing with my mother and casual walks around the shops. Not for dinner. Amelie had been kind enough to lend me a dress, but she had been two sizes smaller than me. Needless to say, it hugged my body in a different way.

I opened the door to exit the bedroom, carefully trying to tip-toe past my mother without her making a big deal of it. It was a success, and I made sure to grab her coat off of the hook before leaving.

Me
So where am I meeting you?

Timothée
Give me your address.

I sent it to him, hoping that he wouldn't show up with a fancy car and make a scene of the whole thing. It would get people talking.

To my surprise and to my liking, Timothée drove up in a red mini cooper, winking at me upon his arrival. I smiled as he stepped out of the car.
I hadn't seen him in so long.
He was so handsome.
His eyes sparkled, and I could tell he couldn't stop smiling.
"Adele..."
"Timothée..." I tried to keep a straight face, because even though I wanted to smile and jump into his arms, I knew that I couldn't. In the back of my mind I still felt betrayal, and the feelings of not knowing who he truly was had kept lingering.
"Shall we?"

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"Le Cinq," He grinned, opening the car door for me as I stepped out onto the concrete. I was amazed. I'd never been anywhere this fancy and frankly I had felt as if I was dressed too "slutty" for the place.
"Th-This is the Four Seasons!" I exclaimed, "This is-"
"This is actually where I'm staying..." He winked, closing the door for me. Before I could walk away to explore more, I felt his hand on my waist. He turned me to face him. "Adele... I want to... to apologize. I know I've left countless voicemails and—"
"I just... don't want to talk about that right now."

His eyes frowned, but he nodded as if he understood why I didn't want to. To be honest, I didn't know if I wanted to forgive him. Maybe he would be too much trouble for me. We hadn't even known each other for long and we'd been in so many altercations with one another.
He left his hand on the small of my back as he guided me into the restaurant. The server helped us to our table, and we sat together.

"Champagne?" Timothée asked me, his eyebrow raised and a smirk slowly spreading across his face. I nodded with a smile, and he told the server which kind.
"So you're staying here? At the Four Seasons?" I chuckled, "You're so pretentious."
"Hey... you could be pretentious with me if you want."

I rolled my eyes, looking through the menu curiously, though I knew that wouldn't have anything I would want.
"Why don't I pick something for you?" He slowly slid the menu from under my hands and pushed it to the side.

The server arrived once again with the champagne, questioning Timothée, and I kept my head down staring at my bitten nails. I hid them out of embarrassment, looking back up to notice that the server and the menus were gone.
"So... how have you been?"
"Eh-"
"Yeah me too..." He cleared his throat with a small cheeky smile. I could tell that he was looking at me, probably not used to seeing me in such attire. I wasn't even used to seeing myself in such attire.

But, despite how much I tried to look as if I had grown more mature, Timothée had dazzled me with his charms and the way he put himself together. What was I expecting? It's Timothée. He'd always found some way to amaze me.

Dinner was over in practically no time, and the food was like nothing I'd ever tasted before though the portion sizes were fairly small and left me hungry. I felt the champagne begin to settle more and more in my stomach, until my face was buzzing and warm and Timothée's cheeks began to flush.

"I'm not sure you can drive," I teased, raising the champagne one more to my mouth, "Was this your plan all along?" His eyes met mine as he swirled his drink in his glass. "No... That would be inappropriate for our first date."

"Date?" I raised my eyebrows. "Yes," He replied, all sternness in his voice, "However... I wouldn't be opposed to not have to drive you back."

My heart pounded more as I finished the rest of my champagne. "Would it be bad if I agreed?"

After pushing the button, he rocked back on his heels a bit. "Oops," Timothée smirked, looking down at me with a drunken haze around his eyes. I couldn't be embarrassed for him as I had lost count of how many times I stumbled from the restaurant to the elevators. The doors opened before us, and we stepped in after.

"You don't even know how much I've missed you..."
"I thought I said none of that?" I tilted my head up to look at him, trying to suppress my smirk. My ego had been bloated that night.
"I don't care..." He turned his head down once again to stare at me. I watched his arm move up and his hand stretched to hold my face. He leaned in for a kiss, more like a peck, and moved away with his eyes closed.
"Sorry..."

I stayed silent. The doors opened and we walked to his suite. Of course it was beautiful, and the view was excellent. My heels were off before I knew it and I had already been by the window staring at the people walking through the streets.

"I'm going to sit for a few minutes..." He mumbled to himself, plopping down on to the bed and transition to his back. His hands rested on his stomach and his eyes closed, "Feel free to shower," He muttered.

I showered quickly, relieved to have the makeup wiped clean off of my face. With a stolen robe from the bathroom wrapped around me I walked to the room to find a fresh pair of sweatpants and one of his T-shirts waiting for me on the bed. A note on the side waited for me to read it.

Off to get more champagne. xo

I grinned.