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two birthdays and a fake wedding

"happy birthday sleepyhead," timothée greeted from the other side of the video call. he was in new york, so it was around ten in the morning for him, while it was around seven for haley in los angeles.

"thank you!" haley grinned at the curly mop that stared back at her as she lay in bed.

"did i wake you up?" he asked, concerned. his soft eyes stared at her longingly. little did he know how soon he'd find out that she felt the same way about him.

"nah, i got up a quarter to six." she replied. at the same moment, she heard the doorbell ring downstairs. "i'm so sorry, i should go get that. i'll call you back?" haley asked him as she kicked off the covers.

"you can take me with you, i don't mind." timothée said, trying to hide a grin. he knew what was waiting for her, and wanted to see her live reaction when she saw what he got her.

"alright."

haley pushed her door open and he watched as she plundered down the stairs, catching a glimpse of the huge house where he boarded for a while back in september.

"good morning," she said, greeting the delivery man pleasantly. timothée also noticed how there were large boxes by the entrance, probably presents from big companies haley was affiliated with. "what are there?"

he watched her receive the large box with a hundred pale pink roses with a gaping look on her face, while he was smiling the whole time, his eyes crinkling. "who could these possibly be from?!" she asked the delivery man, astounded.

"i think they comes from a mr. chala-may, miss," he replied, consulting a notepad. at this, haley glanced back at the face that stared back at her on her phone. "you?!"

"do you like them?" he asked bashfully.

"you stupid ass, i love them!" she exclaimed. "here sir," she added, handing the delivery man a large sum. "thank you so much." she thanked the man genuinely.

but that wasn't all. "missus, there's more," the man told her, after gratefully accepting her tip. at this, haley, looked stunned. "more?" she repeated.

she watched with wonder as he pulled out a large cluster of balloons that matched the color of the roses, with complimentary gold streamers. she accepted them, rooted to the spot, while he pulled out another box— which seemed really heavy— and set down at her feet. at this, the kind man thanked her again for the tip before climbing back into the large van and driving off.

after opening the box, she found a collection of various books, and novels of his, all annotated with his thoughts, given to her to read. as if that wasn't enough, there was also a small notebook of his, with bad poetry about her, and short stories.

it was enough to make her cry.

"hi." timothée said, bringing her back to the present. "do you like them?"

what a question.

haley could tell that he was nervous. he looked anxious, biting his nails, since he really hoped that she liked what he got her.

"i want to kiss you right now, if i'm being honest." she told him.

"yeah?"

"yeah."

"that's good, because i do too."

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he was still in london to finish up the production of wonka (2023), and had been in isolation for about a week or so because one of the set members tested positive for covid. that day was a rest day of his, and since isolation was over, he felt like going out and leaving his rented flat for the first time in awhile to feel some fresh air on his face.

today's her birthday, timothée thought as woke up that morning, debating whether or not he should text her.

yes, let her know you're thinking about her, one side of him said. so he began to draft an imessage.

but then, another thought popped up:

he didn't want to, though. just because they weren't dating didn't mean that he'd have to ignore her completely, right?

right.

"FUCK!" he shouted, throwing his phone onto the carpeted floor in his exasperation.

just then, he received an incoming call, so he scrambled out of bed to pick it up.

incoming call from

"zendaya!!" timothée grinned as he picked up the call. he hadn't seen his costar and friend ever since october, when the two finished their dune press tour.

"hello!" he could hear her grin from the other end of the line. "guess wha— ow, OW! TOM!— sorry, he's outta line," she told him, as she switched to a video call. "guess what?"

"what?" timothée replied, enjoying himself.

"we're in— LONDON, BABY!" he heard tom interrupt from over her shoulder.

"TOM, MAN! how you doing?" the two boys had never met in person, only through video calls when either of them were with zendaya. but the 'quick chats' would wind up to last for an hour or however long time would permit, until he had to be physically wrestled away from her phone.

"we're great! we're at mum's place right now to say a quick hello to tessa but have a hotel in the city." tom had entirely hijacked his girlfriend's phone at that point, and was walking around the room as zendaya shouted at him to give it back.

"tessa! how's she doing?" timothée had heard a lot about tom's beloved dog, but never actually got to meet her. he had his own dog too, a black labrador he got from a shelter in may who he named sienna. since he was away from new york doing press and filming, she had been staying with his parents for the past year.

"she's doin' fine mate— oi, tessa! come back!" tom passed the phone to his girlfriend, who laughed as he chased his dog into the house's backyard.

"so, mr, chalamet. may i propose a little rendezvous for today?" zendaya asked, focusing her attention back on him.

"sure, as long as you're not busy?"

"told you he's a lovely bloke!" shouted tom from outside.

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so he met up with zendaya and tom at their hotel room for dinner at about 7pm that night. they didn't want to be seen, so they just ordered in some chinese and ate on the floor. jacob was on a date with his girlfriend, so he wasn't able to make it.

after a while of conversation about dune, spider-man: no way home, wonka, and other movies of theirs, tom decided to switch the topic.

"isn't it haley's birthday today?" he asked, his mouth full of noodles.

"oh yeah!" zendaya exclaimed. "if i remember correctly, she told me she'd be filming a wedding scene at the chase-jackson house. theo and rora are definitely gonna be there so i'll video call one of them to surprise her."

inside, timothée's heart was pounding. he didn't know what to do. of course he'd known that it was her birthday. though he never sent the text he drafted that morning, he did actually plan something over lunch. he managed to last-minute order a pretty necklace he knew she'd like, along with a dozen flowers.

he had them delivered anonymously, of course. and he ordered from a different flower brand this time, one different from last year, so that she wouldn't suspect anything. hopefully she wouldn't think they came from him.

"about time you called, bitch." theo chase-jackson greeted her friend with a roll of her eyes. "we've been here since the asscrack of dawn, you hear me?! greta had us all up at dusk and we had to drag all the poor extras because i don't know why, but my parents chose to get married at six in the morning one day late in fall. they're crazy!"

"six in the morning?"

"if you guys were sweating your asses off shooting dune, well, mine was freezing. i've got no idea how i'm gonna shit out all that cake later."

"where's the birthday girl? don't tell me she's been out there since six."

"she hasn't. after the 'wedding', we all came back inside for a three hour photoshoot. did you know that haley and joe did their own fake vows?"

"really?"

"it was so stupid, i swear. apparently, the two fuckers met last night at like ten to just finalize the vows, and they went and just said these taylor swift lyrics to each other. they were so good at doing poker faces but us guests were trying not to laugh, it was absolute torture."

"please tell me that greta kept the original version," tom said, popping into view.

"she did. also, she hired this driver to pick up all of haley's birthday gifts left at her apartment and instructed them to bring them all here so we have more stuff to put under the tree. so this last hour has just been eating breakfast, setting up the food, and greeting all the extras who somehow had a relation or knew mom at one point." theo walked up towards her twin, aurora, who waved hi and took the phone.

"we're gonna surprise haley and joe by dropping a bunch of balloons from the overhead balcony as they're coming inside," she explained. "also, mikayla's here, z! haley invited her." rora handed the camera to mikayla, who was talking to the driver that just dropped off a present.

"who's this? zendaya? THE zendaya? no, no, i can't." timothée heard a girl's voice from the phone. "here." the phone was thrust back to aurora, who just shrugged. "look at these flowers!" she exclaimed, pointing the camera at, ironically, the six dozen pale pink ones that timothée just had delivered. "who're they from?" he heard her ask.

zendaya noticed how her friend was sitting, a bit stiff and agitated. you? she mouthed. he nodded and planted his face in his hands. "tell her you sent them, dumbo!" she hissed. she shook his head.

"it was delivered anonymously, miss," someone told rora. "damn, that's sad. she'd love to know who these came from," kayla remarked from the sidelines

suddenly, there was a commotion from the screen. "they're coming in!" he heard the girl whisper.

timothée watched as they yelled a 'congratulations' for the supposed newlywed couple, as white and gold balloons and streamers fell down from overhead. then afterwards: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" they yelled for haley.

"happy birthday!!" tom and zendaya yelled, as the phone was being passed to haley.

"oh my god, thank you! hi. it's my friend zendaya," she mouthed to an extra passing by. "how are you guys?"

"we couldn't be better!" shouted tom over his girlfriend's shoulder. "we're in london right now, no way home press you know."

"i know!! you guys must be having so much fun. we should meet up when you do press in new york!" she suggested.

"for sure." agreed zendaya. "how are you?"

"oh my god, it's so fun. greta let us invite anyone, and the atmosphere is amazing. look at these flowers!" she added, showing them to zendaya.

"very pretty," the girl said, eying timmy, who was shaking his head.

"who else is there?" haley asked curiously, noticing zendaya's focus.

timothée shook his head more, mouthing no, no, until zendaya turned the phone.

"uh, actually, timmy's here!" at this, he mustered a grin.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he yelled, flashing a peace sign. the phone was pushed back and forth, til zendaya went to the corner of the hotel room tom was in, giving the two ex-lovers some privacy.

"timothée!" haley exclaimed, flustered. "uh, hi! thanks," she added.

"so, er. how are you?" he offered.

"i mean... i'm doing fine." she said.

that was a lie, but he didn't need to know that.

"that's good to hear," he replied, awkwardly.

"oh, you know jonah hill's here?" haley asked, trying to make conversation. "meryl invited him, and he's crazy," she said, pointing the camera at the actor and comedian who had a large audience around him.

"he's great." timothée agreed.

at that moment, a large commotion occurred. "TAYLOR SWIFT IS HERE?!" haley asked in shock, a flurry of white wedding gown moving around, agitated.

"holy shit!" zendaya scrambled into view and clambered for her phone back. 'WHERE?"

"GUYS, I HAVE TO GO... SEE YOU IN JANUARY FOR FILMING, TIMMY!" haley said, putting down.

fun fact: timmy and haley went scouting for a dog to adopt together in nyc

like a week before she broke up with him and he bought sienna as a surprise

for her just the day before. (he kept her with his mom, but eventually

just kept her after the breakup. she helped him cope ngl.) haley didn't know that

timmy bought the labrador though so when she came back to the shelter

before going to la and having her mental breakdown, the dog

she wanted wasn't there anymore.

I MISS YOU, I'M SORRY