GyllenHolland: Cherry

Changes

The plane landed after three hours in the air, as scheduled. Tom and Harry stood up, and grabbed their luggage from the overhead storage area. Tom tied a black ribbon to his, while Harry had neon green. They were both feeling jet lagged and were looking forward to getting to sleep again. Which they knew wouldn't be the case since filming was beginning in less than two hours now.

As they stepped out of the plane and into the airport lobby, the movie productions team sent Tom directions to their hotel room. Tom then opened the Uber app on his phone to ask for a lift.

"Lemme guess, it's Jake again." Harry sneered, rolling his eyes.

"Can you cut it out?" He snapped. "And no it's not Jake, I'm calling for a taxi to pick us up asshole."

The boys continued to argue until a black and white taxi pulled up onto the curb. A nice change from the stereotypical yellow ones. Tom entered through the right side of the car, while Harry sat on the left side.
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Harry unlocked their hotel room door, inserting the key into hole. As the door popped open, he looked around. He gazed at what there was to choose from, and walked into the other room. "This rooms mine!" He called out.

"Whatever." Tom said under his breath. The whole car ride here, all Harry did was argue with him over the dumbest shit. He was really regretting letting him come with him.

Tom began unzipping his suitcase, and froze. A smile appeared on his face, as his cheeks became hot. Placed on top of his clothes, was a picture frame of him and Jake together. In the picture, the two were standing. Jake had his arm supporting his back and he was leaning over him. Tom was underneath him, his arm wrapped around Jake's neck. Their hands intertwined beside their legs, and their lips touched. It was perfect.

Jake must have placed it there. Stuck to the picture was a sticky note. It was blue, and definitely had his writing on it. "Missing you already baby. Have fun in Ohio, and do your best. I'll see you soon, and I love you. -Jakey." Tom blushed so hard his cheeks hurt.

After he finished unpacking his personal items, he plopped down onto the hotel bed. He had about one hour until he needed to be on set, so he figured a quick twenty minute nap wouldn't hurt. He rolled over, and kicked his shoes off in the floor. He placed his head on a pillow, slowly falling into a nap.

Harry walked into Tom's room soon after he fell asleep. He'd finished unpacking his belongings too, and was bored since there wasn't anything to do for another ten minutes. "To-" he noticed he was sleeping. He huffed, and placed his hands on his hips, trying to come up with what he could do now.

Just on time, Tom's phone began ringing. He groaned loudly, obviously frustrated. "Hello?"

Harry sat on his couch, intrigued by who he was talking to. Turned out to be the Russo Brothers, the directors of Cherry. They were running over the basics of what Tom would have to do for this movie, just to make sure he was on board with everything.

"-going to have to lose weight, and shave your head as well." He heard one of the brothers say.

Tom's sleepy eyes widened and his mouth parted. "Shave my head?!" He burst out.

"That's what I said."

He sighed. He could handle losing weight, but his hair was another conversation. Two things he would have to change about himself. Not good.

"And you realize that the mindset of this character is very dark." The director continued. "You think you'll be able to deal?"

"Mhm." He was ready for this phone call to be over with and go back to sleep again. Even though he'd only have about seven minutes left.

"Final thought," the other Russo brother chimed in, "Ciara Bravo earned the part of your character's girlfriend."

"Cool." He said, coming off as cold. He was excited to get to work with her, but his brain was exhausted. He clicked end, and tossed his self back onto the bed. He placed his arms over his face, mind running a marathon.