𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚃 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰

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Sitting in your seat in front of the vanity, you couldn't believe where you were. You were getting ready for the Met Gala, an event you never thought you would have the chance to attend. Your modeling career took off last year and you've been on the cover of vogue four times since then. The world of fame was something you had to get used to, you felt a little out of place.

"Y/N darling you look absolutely stunning!" Your manager Esteban chirped. He was your right hand man who was well dressed and had a columbian accent. He was your rock who was always there for you. "I think Mr. Vuitton fits me well." The whole room erupted in laughter. Your team was a second family and all of you we best friends. It was easy for the friendships to form because you were so respected and liked in the fashion industry. You were kind to everyone and saw everyone as your equal. You weren't snobbish or high maintenance in the slightest, so everyone liked you.

You got up to look in the full length mirror and did a twirl. The beautiful baby blue fabric of Victorian style dress moves swiftly. This years theme was High Tea. You fit the theme well with lace covering the bodice along with pearl embellishments. The dress fit you like a glove and complimented your complexion and hair color beautifully. Your favorite part was the hoop skirt, the waistline accentuated your figure and the skirt was so full and bold. Your hairstylist styled your hair to perfection and your makeup team put light and elegant makeup on you, makeup wasn't a necessity since you were a natural beauty.

"Ok honey it's time for you to show the world who you are on this carpet. Gorgeous. Cute as a little button darling." Esteban then escorted you to the limo, making sure you didnt drag your dress on the pavement. The limo then pulled up to the event. Your nerves soon faded away when Esteban took your hand and helped you out of the car. Paparazzi automatically focused on you. "Y/N over here!" "Stunning!" "An icon!" "Beautiful!" "That smile!" They said as you blew kisses and smiled at them. Esteban then said his goodbyes, for now, so you could waltz down the carpet and do some interviews. Everyone's eyes were glued on you as you stepped on the carpet. You posed for a few pictures, then walked over to talk to interviewers.

After countless interviews you decided to look for familiar faces. The first one you saw was the one and only Harry Styles. Trying to to faint, you decided to walk up to him and greet him. You complimented his music and told him how much of a creative inspiration he was to you. He thanked you and told you that you looked stunning. After a few moments of chatter you hugged each other parted ways. You scanned the carpet for more familiar faces and saw some Kardashians, J-Lo, Beyoncé, Niki Minaj and other icons.

You took a step back to pivot but bumped into someone. The weight of your skirt almost made you topple over but the stranger caught you. It was none other than Timothée Chalamet. He was your celebrity crush and you watched every single one of his movies since Call Me by Your Name.

"Y/N L/N?" Timothée said to you with wide eyes. "Timothée Chalamet?" You said back in surprise as he knew who you were. You both laughed and smiled at each other. "Are you ok? Sorry i wasn't paying attention to where i was going." You said to him. "No. no. no. Im fine. I was actually looking forward to meeting you tonight." He said in a comforting voice. "Really? I'm surprised you even know who i am!" You were shocked that he wanted to talk to you. "Of course i do! All the fashion designers i've worked with have a cover with you face on it usually hanging in the front lobby. I mean i don't blame them." He laughed nervously.

You admired his face and found his nervousness cute. 'i don't blame them.' These words replayed in your head. Is he flirting with me? "Your work is amazing and you are extremely talented." You reached out and touched his arm. Oh shit was that too much? What if i read this all wrong? Your thoughts were interrupted by his silky smooth voice. "Wow. Thank you so much, it means the world really." You smiled sweetly as he blushed.

"This is my first Met and all i see are red carpet regulars who probably think i'm a lost 12 year old so i'm glad you so friendly and are talking to me." You confess to him as he laughs softly. "Oh don't worry i get it. It's always nice to have a fresh face here." He looked at you and was grinning. "I'm glad. But, i did talk to Harry Styles. I have to admit i almost passed out. I'm truly a sucker for a british accent."

After a few more minutes of talking his manager asked him to move onto interviewers. He shooed him away because he was enjoying your conversation. "So what table are you at?" He asked you. It took a minute to register in your brain what he asked you because you were lost in his eyes. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and recalled what Esteban had told you. "Oh i'm at table 18." You said trying to cover up the fact that you spaced out. "Perfect! Me too!" Timothée told you with excitement. "I'm glad i'll have you with me, maybe i won't be so nervous." You gave him a warm smile and he blushed gently. "Looks like you're stuck with me this time." You looked deeply into his eyes. "Im glad i'll be stuck with you."

After interviews and pictures, you start looking for Timothée so you can walk to your table together. After a few seconds of scanning the room, he comes up behind you and scares you! "Jesus! I almost had a heart attack on the carpet!" He was dying laughing at your reaction. You punch his arm playfully. "Ouch!" You giggle and start walking to the tables. "Timo come on we have a dinner to get to. It's very important." He catches up with you, laughing at his nickname, and he spots your table. To your surprise, Harry is sitting at the table.

"Harry! It's so nice to see you again." You walk over to him and embrace him. "Ah Y/N! I'm so happy to be at your table tonight. I see someone tagged along with you." He also gives him a hug. "Aw my two favorite guys in the same room!" They laugh at your remark and you all sit down at the table. "Excuse me i'll be right back." Timmy says as he gives you a wink and a smile as he gets up from the table. You blush at his words.

"So is Timothée your lover boy?" Harry asks when he is out of sight. "Oh, no we just met not too long ago. But trust me, i wish. He is gorgeous and so kind." You always hoped and dream to meet Timmy. "Well it's obvious he he feels the same, the way he looks at you is absolutely adorable." You blush dark red and cover your face to hide it. "Really? You think?" You were so flustered. "Y/N you'd have to be blind not to see he has heart eyes for you. He's also said on multiple occasions how beautiful you are." You were taken aback by his words. You didn't have time to react because Timothée sat back down in his seat. "What did i miss?" You give Harry a nervous smile to hint for him to say something. "Oh nothing important." Menus were then placed in the table.

Timmy had his hand on yours under the table throughout the dinner. That's is so cute. Maybe Harry is right and he is interested. After eating your delicious food, you excused yourself to go get a drink from the bar. When you get back Timothée looked at you with the sweetest smile. "Let's go dance Y/N" He says to you. "Okay. See you in a bit Harry!" He gives you two thumbs up and a smile as you Timmy walk away.

You and him are having so much fun dancing under the rainbow lights with delicious, and expensive, drinks in hand. After many drinks you and him for very touchy. "Im going to get us another drink! I'll be right back dont move!" He yells over the loud music. You nod in reply and he walks to the bar. As soon as he leaves Harry shows up with a glass of tequila in his hand. "Y/N Sweetheart! I have to tell you what Tim told me! I was right, he is interested so i told him to make a move. Your welcome." He says in a sing song voice as he throws an arm around you . Tipsy Harry was very giggly. "Oh wow. He said that?" You couldn't believe he was going to make a move. "Yes of course he did. You are beautiful darling. He is going to fall in love with you! So please invite me to the wedding."

You two are laughing as Timmy walks up with your drinks. "I see you Harry found you!" He smiles as he hands you your drink. "Yes i found your angel! She's all yours lover boy. Have fun kids, but not too much fun." Timmy and i look at each other confusingly. "Oh by the why he called you an angel" Harry whispers into your ear and walks away.

"Angel? That's new. I thought i was just Y/N. " Timothée laughs nervously as he rubs the back of his neck. "Oh um- yeah. So i guess he told you?" You wrap your arms around his torso. "Yeah, did he tell you?" Timmy stares deeply into your eyes and nods his head. Your faces started moving closer together. "Can i kiss you angel?" he asks you. "Of course lover boy." He pulls you into a kiss. You pull away after a few seconds and nuzzle into his chest and say, "We have to thank Harry." He laughs and pulls you into another kiss.

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Hello everyone! i finally updated this story so it's not as horrendous as it was previously. hope u enjoy! peace and love cuties !!! 💘

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