In which harry navigates life when you’re constantly on his mind.
Based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
Me vs writing Harry fics based on his music🫡
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Harry being a big tease, mentions of a breakup but it’s very brief, Reader and Harry sharing a love I’ll never have in real life, probably gender neutral because as far as I can tell there aren’t descriptions of what the reader looks like, I think that’s about it
This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t be feeling this way…not yet at least.
He could tell you were feeling as shitty as he was when he saw a picture of you taken by paparazzi where you had accidentally tripped and broke your camera, one that he had gotten you as an early birthday gift.
Being apart from each other was absolute torment. The nights where you couldn’t sleep, the ones where he was too busy and you were too free, the ones where you were too busy.
Then there were nights like these—pure bliss—where you would spend them talking to each other as long as you could before sleep washed over you both.
These were the nights you looked forward to the most. It didn’t matter what you talked about, all you ever cared about was hearing his voice. How different it would sound when he talks to you, especially the minutes leading up to the inevitable tiredness he would feel after a long day of work.
You missed this. There had been a time when it was all both of you ever thought about. Having to almost always be away from each other had caused some problems in your relationship leading to a breakup that lasted about 7 months before you realized that distance would never be able to drive you apart and take away all the love you felt for each other.
“Good news!” Harry spoke over the phone, his tone filled with enthusiasm.
“What?” You responded, your own voice matching his excitement.
“I just found out that my schedule is clear for the next two weeks.” He draws out the last part a bit. “That’s great!” You almost squeal.
He will finally be able to fly over to Crema where you had been shooting your upcoming movie for the past two months.
Despite what his job requires him to do more often than not, harry hated the constant moving around. He always preferred to be in one place. The change of scenery bothered him a lot but if it meant that he could be with you and actually be able to touch you the way he’s been dying to for the last couple of weeks then he’d travel around the world just to catch a glimpse of your face.
“Does this mean you’re coming to Crema?” you ask shyly, you didn’t want to sound too happy so soon.
“Already bought my ticket, darling.” You loved it when he called you that, the nickname coming from his lips always managing to make you flustered.
“I can’t wait to see you, harry.”
“Me too.”
“I have to go now but I’ll see you soon, right?” You figured he’d surprise you since he didn’t tell you when he was coming.
“You will.”
“Okay, I love you.” You tell him. “Love you too, sweets.” and you make a little kissing sound at that and hang up the phone.
Needless to say he couldn’t get you off his mind until he fell asleep, his subconscious deciding to not get thoughts of you out of his dreams either.
One day had passed since the call and he didn’t show up at your hotel room, second day gave you absolutely nothing but nerves and then the third day rolled around.
It was the fourth day and you weren’t expecting him to arrive but he did…when you were sleeping.
Your body covered by a blanket, your naked leg hanging out of one side to keep it cooled off.
Harry walked over to where you were lying unconscious, you looked so peaceful he thought to himself.
He took off his shoes and quietly got into bed with you, carefully placing a hand on your arm so you wouldn’t wake up.
He slowly started scattering little kisses on your shoulder blade moving up to your neck, going back and forth until he felt you squirm a bit.
You gained sense of your surroundings but not too much that your brain registered who had been pressed up against your back.
It was a burst of emotions when you fully comprehended it was Harry, shooting up from your sleeping position and looking at him.
You practically bounced onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug as you inhaled his scent. Showering him with kisses before you moved to his lips, taking your sweet, precious time with them because of how much you loved the way they felt on yours.
Finally breaking away when you were breathless.
“You asshole, why didn’t you try calling me at all?” You jokingly scold him, smacking his arm in a playful manner.
“I wanted to surprise you.” of course he did. “Harry, you know how much I hate waiting when I know you’re coming to see me.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah well I like you more when you’re needy for me.” He says with a goofy grin on his face and you don’t miss the flash of lust in his eyes.
“Wait till tonight and I’ll show you real neediness.” You tease. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” You kiss him again.
“I love you so much, you know that?” Harry says, his eyes on you. “I do now.”
And for probably the millionth time ever since he’s met you, he can’t get you off his mind and he doesn’t even want to try to.
In which harry navigates life when you’re constantly on his mind.
Based on Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
Me vs writing Harry fics based on his music🫡
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Harry being a big tease, mentions of a breakup but it’s very brief, Reader and Harry sharing a love I’ll never have in real life, probably gender neutral because as far as I can tell there aren’t descriptions of what the reader looks like, I think that’s about it
This shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t be feeling this way…not yet at least.
He could tell you were feeling as shitty as he was when he saw a picture of you taken by paparazzi where you had accidentally tripped and broke your camera, one that he had gotten you as an early birthday gift.
Being apart from each other was absolute torment. The nights where you couldn’t sleep, the ones where he was too busy and you were too free, the ones where you were too busy.
Then there were nights like these—pure bliss—where you would spend them talking to each other as long as you could before sleep washed over you both.
These were the nights you looked forward to the most. It didn’t matter what you talked about, all you ever cared about was hearing his voice. How different it would sound when he talks to you, especially the minutes leading up to the inevitable tiredness he would feel after a long day of work.
You missed this. There had been a time when it was all both of you ever thought about. Having to almost always be away from each other had caused some problems in your relationship leading to a breakup that lasted about 7 months before you realized that distance would never be able to drive you apart and take away all the love you felt for each other.
“Good news!” Harry spoke over the phone, his tone filled with enthusiasm.
“What?” You responded, your own voice matching his excitement.
“I just found out that my schedule is clear for the next two weeks.” He draws out the last part a bit. “That’s great!” You almost squeal.
He will finally be able to fly over to Crema where you had been shooting your upcoming movie for the past two months.
Despite what his job requires him to do more often than not, harry hated the constant moving around. He always preferred to be in one place. The change of scenery bothered him a lot but if it meant that he could be with you and actually be able to touch you the way he’s been dying to for the last couple of weeks then he’d travel around the world just to catch a glimpse of your face.
“Does this mean you’re coming to Crema?” you ask shyly, you didn’t want to sound too happy so soon.
“Already bought my ticket, darling.” You loved it when he called you that, the nickname coming from his lips always managing to make you flustered.
“I can’t wait to see you, harry.”
“Me too.”
“I have to go now but I’ll see you soon, right?” You figured he’d surprise you since he didn’t tell you when he was coming.
“You will.”
“Okay, I love you.” You tell him. “Love you too, sweets.” and you make a little kissing sound at that and hang up the phone.
Needless to say he couldn’t get you off his mind until he fell asleep, his subconscious deciding to not get thoughts of you out of his dreams either.
One day had passed since the call and he didn’t show up at your hotel room, second day gave you absolutely nothing but nerves and then the third day rolled around.
It was the fourth day and you weren’t expecting him to arrive but he did…when you were sleeping.
Your body covered by a blanket, your naked leg hanging out of one side to keep it cooled off.
Harry walked over to where you were lying unconscious, you looked so peaceful he thought to himself.
He took off his shoes and quietly got into bed with you, carefully placing a hand on your arm so you wouldn’t wake up.
He slowly started scattering little kisses on your shoulder blade moving up to your neck, going back and forth until he felt you squirm a bit.
You gained sense of your surroundings but not too much that your brain registered who had been pressed up against your back.
It was a burst of emotions when you fully comprehended it was Harry, shooting up from your sleeping position and looking at him.
You practically bounced onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug as you inhaled his scent. Showering him with kisses before you moved to his lips, taking your sweet, precious time with them because of how much you loved the way they felt on yours.
Finally breaking away when you were breathless.
“You asshole, why didn’t you try calling me at all?” You jokingly scold him, smacking his arm in a playful manner.
“I wanted to surprise you.” of course he did. “Harry, you know how much I hate waiting when I know you’re coming to see me.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah well I like you more when you’re needy for me.” He says with a goofy grin on his face and you don’t miss the flash of lust in his eyes.
“Wait till tonight and I’ll show you real neediness.” You tease. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” You kiss him again.
“I love you so much, you know that?” Harry says, his eyes on you. “I do now.”
And for probably the millionth time ever since he’s met you, he can’t get you off his mind and he doesn’t even want to try to.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Reader, platonic Robin x Reader & Robin x Steve
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: You get a little protective (not jealous) when one of King Steve's old friends keeps coming around Family Video.
Warnings/Notes: SFW. Minor confrontation. Fluffy. Sugary sweet actually. Reader is a little shy. Robin and reader are both protective of their boy. 😊 There are no mentions of reader's physical features. No spoilers. Requested.
You were passing a stack of VHS tapes across the counter to a customer when the bell on top of the door rang, signaling that someone new was coming in.
“Welcome to Family Video!” Robin called out, her voice raising in your direction before she sidled up next to you and gently elbowed you in the side.” She whispered in your ear. “She’s back.”
By the time your customer left and you were able to look toward the door, Nicole had already made her way over to Steve. He was restocking while you were on counter duty and Robin was helping customers on the floor. It was a straight shot from the door to Steve before either of you could intervene.
Or even try to.
Nicole was quick.
“Shit. Should’ve let him have the counter.”
“You lost rock, paper, scissors,” Robin reminded you.
“How many times this week has she been in again?”
Robin lifted three fingers before heading over to the customer who walked in after the redhead in question while you moved across the counter to try to hear Steve’s conversation.
You didn’t make it a habit of listening in on everyone’s conversation on a regular basis, but you were unsure about the woman.
You were being a good friend by eavesdropping, you assured yourself.
A protective friend.
If it was anyone else, you would have tried to ignore it. It was just that Nicole was friends with Tommy and Carol and King Steve back in high school and she had been coming around the last few weeks to do this odd flirty thing with him. That entire group had dropped Steve during junior year, or rather he had dropped them and they had taken to treating him like the scum of the earth in return, and she suddenly showed up two years later like everything was hunky-dory?
Not on your watch.
Well, not on Robin’s watch.
Your other co-worker/friend was the one who originally brought your attention to the entire situation because, frankly, watching Steve flirt with every female who came into Family Video had gotten old real fast. You now had a new found talent for ignoring his voice whenever a girl was attached to his side.
It was torture to hear him make other girls laugh the same way he made you laugh, sometimes with the exact jokes he’d told you a few hours before. Even when they left without accepting a date with him, you couldn’t deny the sting of feeling like you were a Guinea pig for his flirting.
When did you become enamored with Steve Harrington? You weren’t sure. The day you met as adults outside of high school? That was the day you discovered he was nothing like his high school persona had led you to believe.
But you weren’t jealous.
There was just something downright suspicious about Nicole.
She seemed nice on the surface, but she still possessed the same judgmental look in her eyes that she had in high school. Usually that was toward you and Robin whereas she was all sugary sweet with Steve.
You were both wary of her intentions.
“We’re going to go to Indianapolis for the holiday and Tommy booked the nicest hotel they have. Two rooms. I really don’t want to stay by myself in, you know, a big city.” The pout on her lips could practically be heard. “Why don’t you come with us, Steve?”
Robin’s head snapped up and she met your eyes across the store. Her blue eyes wide with a blend of amusement and disgust on her face.
Nicole was good.
“Gross,” she mouthed before moving her hands toward you in a shooing motion.
You sighed heavily and left your post to walk closer to Steve and his ex-friend, stopping at a perfectly organized display in an attempt to look discreet as you closed in on them.
“Yeah, I mean, Indianapolis sounds like a cool getaway for the weekend, but you see -“
Steve raised a hand to the back of his neck.
“Are you always so busy, Stevie?”
Stevie?
Robin audibly gagged, but you ignored her in lieu of approaching the pair.
“Um, Steve?” You cringed at the level of your voice. Far too quiet for a simple coworker exchange. Clearing your throat, you tried again. “Can you help me in the back?”
“We’re making plans for the weekend.” Nicole sneered.
“Actually, Nicole,” he started, but you couldn’t take it any longer. At this rate, Robin wouldn’t be the only one to get violently ill on the already filthy Family Video carpet if Steve actually accepted Nicole’s offer of a weekend getaway.
You’d all be fired if that happened, so, really, you were saving your jobs by interfering.
“Steve,” you repeated, voice firm.
He met your eyes over Nicole’s shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“The back? I need help. New, uh, new shipment.”
He clearly didn’t believe it, his face twisting in confusion, but he stepped around Nicole anyway, coming to a stop in front of you. You inwardly relaxed at having his attention away from Nicole.
Okay, maybe you were a little jealous.
“We got a shipment yesterday. You did the inventory.”
Lying was clearly not your strong suit or maybe it was just hard to lie to Steve.
You stalled.
Your silence was long enough for Nicole to step forward and grab his arm with both hands, sending him the most perfected set of puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. Thankfully he was still looking at you in confusion and missed them.
“Since you clearly can’t do your job and don’t need his help, we have plans to make.”
At the sound of her voice, Steve’s head snapped in Nicole’s direction.
“That’s not true.” He pulled his arm out of her grasp and took a step away from her to stand next to you. “She’d be employee of the month all the time if Keith didn’t just give it to himself.”
The confidence in his voice faded off near the end of his statement, but you still felt yourself flush at his words. It was always nice to be on the receiving end of Steve’s appreciation. It gave you a reason to believe, even if it was unlikely to be true, that he returned some of your feelings.
Steve sighed and brought a hand up to rub between his eyebrows.
You watched on as he spoke to the other woman.
“By the way, I’ve been trying to be cool with you coming here, but I wasn’t making plans with you. I have no interest in going to Indianapolis with you or spending any of my time around Tommy or Carol.”
It was Nicole’s turn to flush at Steve’s words, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. She rolled her eyes and it was obvious by the way she couldn’t actually make eye contact with him anymore that she was trying to save face.
“Bite me.” She gritted out the words.
“Hey! I don’t think you should come here anymore.”
Steve’s hands were on his hips and you had to stifle a laugh at the scene in front of you. You truly hadn’t meant to start that, but you couldn’t deny that you were relieved.
Nicole stomped toward the door as you both turned to watch her retreat.
“Ding-dong! The witch is dead!” Robin sang out once the door was firmly shut and the redhead made it to her car.
“Rob!” You halfheartedly tried to chastise her, but it fell flat when you let out a soft laugh.
“What?”
“Hanging out with Tommy and Carol when they’re constantly all over each other probably gets annoying and lonely.” You tried.
“She’s always been a little in love with both of them,” Steve said behind you and you turned to see his unbothered shrug.
He moved over to the counter without another word and busied himself by working on a stack of movies that had been returned earlier in the day, popping one out of its case and checking if it was rewound all the way. You watched him place it in the rewinder and push the button. It clicked into place and you moved over as he waited.
“Hey, Steve?” You spoke up quietly and leaned against the counter, getting lost in watching him remove the tape before repeating the action with the next one.
It was silent until you realized he wasn’t moving. You slowly moved your eyes from his hands up to his face.
“What?”
“I didn’t say anything,” he replied, smirk fully in place on his lips.
“Oh. I was going to say something, right?”
“Yeah, I think so.” He nodded, but who could focus when he was looking like that, like he could tell exactly what was going on in your head. Damn hands. “We didn’t really get a new shipment, did we?”
He turned back to the stack of tapes and your eyes grew wide. Robin giggled behind you and it took a lot of inner strength not to run away from both of them at that moment. It was all playful, of course, but you were suddenly feeling a little attacked by the best friends.
“Well, no,” you said, twisting the bottom of one side of the Family Video uniform vest between your fingers. “I was trying to rescue you from Nicole. It was Robin’s idea.”
“That is unequivocally false.”
You both ignored her.
“I appreciate it, honestly, but did you really think I was going to agree to go out with her?” His question was directed toward both you and Robin.
“It’s not like you’ve been going on any dates lately,” Robin answered.
Steve sent her a glare before speaking. “For your information, Buckley, that is because I haven’t been asking anyone out. I’m interested in someone and I was waiting for them to send me some clearer signals, okay?”
“No need to be so defensive.” Robin threw her hands up and the two stared at each other in what appeared to be a silent conversation before Robin walked to the break room door where she slipped in without another word.
Steve’s attention turned back to you.
“I hope everything works out with them,” you said.
“What?”
“The person you like? I hope it works out with them. Maybe now that you don’t have to deal with Nicole anymore, you’ll have more time to figure them out. Unless she tells Tommy and Carol everything and they come up here and we have to have a brawl outside in the parking lot.”
You were rambling. It was actually an amusing image, but Steve didn’t seem to think so considering he was just staring at you with a furrowed brow.
He shook his head.
“Are you doing anything Saturday night? I have the night off and I saw that you did, too.”
You nodded slowly as you tried to digest his question along with his earlier words. Imagined him checking the calendar in the break room to make sure you were both free that night. Wait - was he trying to ask you… was he asking you out?
“I’m not busy,” you said softly, eyes wide as you looked at him.
“Then I would really like to take you out, if you’re interested. I didn’t want there to be any tension here if you didn’t feel the same, but I think practically forcing Nicole out of here was a pretty solid sign.”
You let out a laugh and relaxed.
“To be fair, you’re the one who told her she shouldn’t come here anymore.”
“I just asked you out and admitted that I have feelings for you and you want to argue about who sent her out of here? Are you serious?”
“Communication is everything,” you said teasingly, catching his amused eyes with delight shining in your own. “I would love to go out with you on Saturday night, Steve.”
Steve leaned across the counter and you did the same from the front, hands pressed against each other before he took one of yours in his. His hand was warm and firm against your own, the skin of his palm soft. He played with your fingers and you followed the movement as he spoke.
“If you’re not tired of movies, we could go to the drive-in.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to park with me.”
He slotted his fingers between yours and squeezed.
“Or - or we could go to the roller rink where there are tons of people around. But I may lose you on the rink.”
“Not if you hold my hand like this,” you said, tilting your head down where they lay against the counter. “I don’t mind where we go. The drive-in sounds nice. Being alone would be great.”
“We can go to the drive-in this weekend and the roller rink next time?”
“Next time? How much have you planned?”
“Everything,” he whispered as you met his eyes. “I was just waiting on you.”
In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other
Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)
Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader
You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?
Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.
You were a mess.
Truth be told…so was he.
He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.
He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.
All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around
“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”
He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.
“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”
“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.
People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.
“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.
He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.
“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.
“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”
“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.
“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”
“I never said that.”
“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.
“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.
“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”
“Tim-“
“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”
“Timmy-“
“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”
Silence.
“Please…” He begged you.
“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.
“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.
And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.
You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.
Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.
You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.
It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.
Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.
Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.
What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.
—
You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.
Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.
It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.
He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.
“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.
“Oh fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.
He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.
But you didn’t, he was holding you.
You were real.
“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.
He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.
You feel complete.
“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.
“I’m so sorry, Tim.”
“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.
“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”
“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.
“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”
“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.
In which a beautiful affair blossoms between two actors
In other words: timothée chalamet x f!costar!reader
Heavily based on the song Video Games by Lana del rey
(This could also be read as gender neutral since I didn’t use any descriptions aside from the brief mention of reader wearing a sundress)
warnings: one line completely stolen from the movie Requiem For a Dream, pure fluff, secret relationships, allusions to sex (it’s not detailed), timmy and reader being in love and that’s about it.
He used to take you driving around the dark streets of New York, it would be late at night, just the two of you. The windows rolled halfway down as the wind blew through your hair.
You would feel his eyes on you, looking at him and wondering is he real? It’s a question you’ve always had in the back of your mind. Surely, someone who treats you this good can’t actually be something more than just a figment of your imagination.
Night after the other, you would find yourself waiting for these late night rendezvous, away from the public eye and the crowded streets. You weren’t ready to be seen yet and neither was he.
Sometimes, when you were feeling really brave, you would venture out into the world together in broad daylight, being extra cautious of what you did. It was hard; not being able to touch each other however you pleased but it was better than having to be bombarded by paparazzi.
Press tour had started, which meant you had to be traveling around a lot. You found yourselves in Italy, the hot and sunny days required extra light clothing. A sundress adorned your curves as you walked the quiet street, holding his hand as he guided you back to your shared hotel room.
You looked beautiful, he thought as he started undressing you, taking his time to memorize each and every part of your body, working his way up to your lips. He tasted like cigarettes. Not that he was a heavy smoker but the occasional relief was necessary every now and then to calm his nerves.
You were lying in bed now, with your limbs entwined with each other, his hand stroking your hair. The question still lingers and you find yourself sharing your thoughts with him.
“Are you real?” You ask him, not really expecting him to answer but he does “Only when I’m with you.” You’re thinking that this is probably the best thing to ever happen to you under such unexpected circumstances.
His hand is still in your hair and it’s quiet again. Before you met him, you were never one for comfortable silence, but now it comes as naturally as ever. You don’t mind it. In fact, you’d be willing to spend the rest of your life in silence if it meant you’d be spending it with him.
“You’re so beautiful.” The words come out from his lips suddenly. “Whenever i see you i can only ever think about one thing.”
You’re intrigued “And that is?” You inquire. “I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” He says and you stare at him, like a deer caught in headlights. How does he always manage to make you feel like a little girl who just found out what it’s like to fall in love?
“Timothée...” you softly whisper after what felt like an eternity of silence. “I love you.” Dropping it on him but you feel relief wash over you when he cups your cheek and pulls you in for a big kiss.
“I love you.” He says it back, going in for another kiss.
Suddenly coming to the realization that everything you’ve ever done was for him, everything that you’ve said and done has led you to this moment, has led you to him. Heaven is a place on earth when you’re with him.
They say that the world was built for two and it’s only worth living in knowing that he loves you. Shutting your eyes at the thought, you move closer to him as his arms wrap around your bare back, nuzzling your face in his neck before going to sleep.
“I love you so much.” He whispers, knowing you can’t hear him but wishing he could scream it off of every rooftop.
All men are born to die. We know it. We carry it with us always. If your day be today, so be it! Mine will be tomorrow! Or mine today and yours tomorrow. It matters not. What matters is that you know, in your hearts, that today you are that kingdom united. You are England.
Timothée Chalamet as Henry V of England
The King (2019)
