December 27th. One of my favorite days of the year. You may be asking why, well that's because this was the day my dearest boyfriend was born.
Timothée is currently filming in Oxford, London for his upcoming movie Wonka. And what gift would be better than surprising him on his birthday? So, I scheduled a flight for the day before his birthday hoping that Timothée doesn't become too suspicious of the ordeal before the time comes.
The Night Before The Flight I was sitting in our bedroom alone packing for London. God I can't wait to see him. As I cramming as socks into my luggage, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I whipped it out and saw Timothée's name sprawled across the screen. He was requesting to FaceTime me.
I panicked and moved my luggage out of eyesight, fluffed my hair out, and answered the phone. Once Timmy's face came on the screen an immediate smile came across my face. "Hi baby!" Timothée said full of energy. "Hey Timmy! Missed that face of yours." "We literally FaceTimed yesterday y/n." He chuckles. "So? What about it?" I cross my arms dramatically. "Oh nothing. It's cute that you miss me this much. Miss ya to." At the end of the sentence he looks down, trying to hide his sadness. "So uh.. you excited for your birthday tomorrow?" I say, trying to change the subject. "Can I be honest?" "Always." "I'm not excited for it at all. I have no family here, everyone's spending time with their loved ones because of the recent holiday, and I'm stuck here. In this dark apartment. With nobody." I see tears welding in his eyes, but he shakes them away. Part of me wanted to tell him right then about my surprise. But I chose to stick to my instinct and not. "Oh Timmy. I'm so sorry you're feeling like this." His sadness transferred to me, and I started crying as well. "Hey no. Don't do that. Please don't cry. Y/n it's not your fault. Filming just gets the best of me sometimes." "I know, I know. I just wish I could do something about it. Ya know?" "You're doing enough y/n. I promise." I just nod and smile at him through the screen. Timmy sees this and sticks his tongue out, crossing his eyes, making the funniest face I've ever seen. My smile becomes bigger, and I kiss my phone, trying to somehow kiss him through it. "My baby." Timothée whispers.
The Day Of The Flight. that night, I woke up at 4:30 for the flight. In order to get to London at a decent time, I had to choose a very early flight. I threw on some sweats, grabbed my luggage, and headed to the airport! It took around 30 minutes to get there, but I finally arrived. I walked with the peppiest of steps and made my way through security. It took awhile, but the procedure was all done. I made my way over to board the plane. I was lucky enough to get to sit alone. I sat down and threw my AirPods in. Playing some calming rain sounds. I slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.
Before I knew it, I heard the sound of people shuffling out out of the plane. Shit. I stand up abruptly, grab my luggage, and dart out of the plane.
Some time passes, and I call a taxi. I was standing outside on a cold, dark, London sidewalk. I look around and spot a café, a pub, and a small nail shop.The brisk air touches my check and I breathe in the air. London is truly lovely, however all I wanted was to get to my Timmy.
The taxi arrives, and I immediately get into it. The driver asks, "where to?" And I give him the address of the apartment Timothée was staying at. I remember him saying it a while back.
I felt like an absolute eternity, but I finally arrived at Tim's apartment. I felt myself squirming in my seat with anticipation. "Here." The driver says. "Thank you good sir!" I then kindly tipped him 50 bucks, then got out of the car.
I started walking to his apartment, luggage in hand, smile wide across my face. I finally arrive at his door. I stand there, knocking at it three times.
Timothée's POV: I was awoken by sudden knocking on my door. What in the entire fuck? Who could be knocking at my door at 8:30 in the morning on a Monday? I tiptoe out of my bedroom, to the living room, then to the main entrance door. I open it slowly and see her.
Back to y/n POV: My boyfriend opens the door. Face absolutely priceless. His eyes opened widely, mouth agape. "Y/n. How did you? What even-" "Shh." I then pulled him into the deepest of hugs. Timothée wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me in closer. "bonne fête mon amour!" (Happy birthday my love) "Merci bébé!" (Thank you baby)
A Few Hours Later. We were sitting in his room cuddling. "When did you plan all of this y/n?" "Ughhh a few weeks ago." "Thank you. Truly. This is the most thoughtful gift I've ever gotten." "No problem Timothée. So.. how does 26 feel?" "Quite great actually. You started off my year strong." "So glad to hear aimer." (Aimer= love) "You been practicing your French babe?" Timmy playfully winks. "Oui Monsieur." (Yes, My love) Timothée grabs me, and pulls me close to him. He then whispers in my ear. "Meilleur anniversaire de ma vie Merci y/n." (Best birthday ever. Thank you.)
I grabbed his face with both of my hands, and planted a million kisses on his face, and then neck.
"And Timothée..." "Yes?" "You're in luck because it just started.
"Je t'aime y/n" (I love you) " mon garçon. Je t'aime." (My boy. I love you)
We spent to rest of his day attached by the hip. Timmy gave me a London tour. And in the evening we went to a fancy restaurant.
We ended the night by faire l'amour. (Making love)
A/N: Ew I hate the last sentence. I incorporated lots of French in this chapter. Tried to add in the translations. I hope you guys didn't hate it :(
Uh anywayzzzz...
Can't believe our baby is 26. Feeling quite emotional. But I hope y'all enjoyed the birthday chapter. Even tho I've already made a birthday chapter before :/.
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