GyllenHolland: Cherry

Need

The next morning, Tom woke up, internally groaning about having to get up for work. He rolled over, and stared at Jake. He was still sleeping, and snoring really loud. He laughed, and kissed him on the shoulder. He pushed the cover off of him, and started to get ready. He was a little wobbly once he stood up. The rough sex last night took it out of him. He looked down at his legs, covered in hickeys.

As he was making breakfast, his phone went off. He answered it quickly, afraid it would wake up Jake. It was his co-star, Ciara.

"Were you sleeping? I hope I didn't wake you up." She squeaked through the other line of the phone.

"No, no your fine. What do you need?"

"Oh, I was just calling to remind you to bring water. We're supposed to be outside all day, and I don't want you passing out on me." She laughed.

Tom laughed with her. "Will do, see you later."

They hung up, and he continued to make breakfast. He wasn't the best cook so he just made cereal with waffles. He set a bowl and plate for Jake too, just in case he decided to get up before it was time for them to leave.

After he was done eating, he went into the bathroom, and combed through his hair. Then he brushed his teeth, and did his business in toilet.

When he came out, Jake was sitting at the table, eating his food. His hair was messy, and he was scrolling through his phone.

Tom walked over to him, and sat on his lap. He ran his fingers though his hair. "Whatcha looking at?"

"Press shit." He turned the phone to him, showing him a new media post of them on set together. "It's annoying how they're obsessed with us."

Tom got up from his lap. "I know." He sighed. "You should probably get ready though."

Jake picked up his dishes, and sat them in the sink. "Thank you for making me breakfast baby." He said, kissing him on the lips.

"Your welcome."

"Before we leave, remember to grab your script." He reminded. "I know you said that your nervous about this scene, so maybe running it a few times will help."

Tom nodded.
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"And action!" The director yelled.

Tom and Ciara were now on set, shooting their scenes. It went smooth at first, but the entire time, something felt off, Tom just couldn't figure out what.

"Where have you been?" Ciara asked, in character.

"No where." Tom responded.

"Don't lie to me." Ciara pulled out a bag of pills. She slammed it on the table. "Explain this."

"I don't know what that is."

"Are you taking drugs?" She asked.

"I-" Tom remembered something. He had forgotten to take his anti-depressants today. He was so caught up in remembering his script and water that he'd forgotten to take his medication. Harry would be pissed.

"Tom?" The director questioned, breaking his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

Tom looked from the pill bag to the director. "Yeah, I'm fine."

The director could tell he wasn't. So he decided that it'd be best if everyone took a short break. He came and visited Tom in his trailer, just to see if he was okay. He brought Ciara, and his makeup artist with him.

"Hey, we were just checking in on you. Do you need anything?" His makeup artist asked.

He shook his head. "No, I'm fine thank you." What he really needed was his medication, but he didn't want to say anything.

Suddenly, his mood dropped. It happened so quickly he didn't have time to process it. He was hysteric and wanted to cry. He tried suppressing it, since there were a lot of people in the room with him at the moment. Which only made it worse. It caused his anger issues to flare up.

Finally his anxiety kicked in, and the room began dimming. He was experiencing a tornado of emotions as his heart began beating out of his chest. He couldn't take it, he felt like the walls were caving in on him. And all these people in his trailer with him weren't helping.

Ciara watched as Tom clutched his chest, beginning to breath hard. "Tom?!" She looked at the director, "What do we do?"

He was having a full on panic attack now. His lungs constricted, and his airway tightened. He rasped, trying to say something. "Ne-need J-Jake." He cried.

His makeup artist rushed out of his trailer. She tripped over her heels a few hundred times as she looked for Jake. She searched for what felt like ages. A wave of relief washed over her as she saw he was talking to some of the producers. "Ake! Om, eeds, you." She said, out of breath.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand what your saying." He replied.

She collected herself as much as she could. "It's Tom, he's, I don't know, he was breathing really hard. A-and he said he needed you."

Jake's eyes widened. He guessed that meant he was having a panic attack. He ran to his trailer, and moved through the cast and crew. A bunch more members of productions were here now.

"Tom?" He said, crouching down beside him. "What is it?"

Tom clutched his shirt. "To- too m-many people." He huffed.

"Everyone get out!" Jake yelled.

Everyone looked at him bewildered, but began making their way out of his trailer.

Once everyone left, Jake put his full focus on Tom. He helped remove his shirt, and took his hand, placing it on his chest. "You know what to do, follow my breathing pattern." He coo'd.

Tom was far gone. His eyes began to shut, and his breathing slowed. He slowly started to fall over, before Jake caught him.

"Baby, please," Jake began to cry, "you have to try."

He used all his willpower, and opened his eyes. The room was dark, but he could slightly see Jake's chest. He watched as it rose and fell, perfectly in sync. He began to match his breathing to his.

Jake started counting. "1, 2, 3, in, 1, 2, 3, out."

It took about five minutes for Tom to calm down. Probably the scariest five minutes of Jake's life. Once he was able to speak again, he told Jake about forgetting to take his meds.

"Please don't be mad at me." Tom sobbed.

"Mad? Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because you and Harry told me to take my medication, but I forgot."

"Is that why you had another attack?" He questioned.

Tom nodded.

Jake frowned. "I'm not going to be mad at you for that." He sighed, rubbing away the tears in his eyes. "But please, you scared me," he choked up, "j-just try to remember next time."

Tom watched as Jake began to break down. The man he loved, the strong, non-emotional man, was sitting here, in tears. He hugged him tightly. "Do you want to call it quits for the day?" Tom asked, seeing that Jake was a mess.

"It's up to you baby. I don't want to keep you from work."

He didn't say anything. He put his shirt back on, and left the trailer. He decided to tell the director that they could pick up filming tomorrow.

He returned to his trailer, and stood in front of Jake. Jake laid his head on his waist, relaxing as Tom ran his fingers through his hair.

"Let's go." Tom whispered.

When they got back to the hotel, the first thing Jake did was make sure he took his meds.