GyllenHolland: Chaos Walking

Miss You

Tom drove himself home later that night, and was utterly exhausted. He somehow managed to push through his drowsiness, and completed what he needed to. He even took a shower— remembering Daisy, and cleaned his wounds.

He tried falling asleep, but nothing was working. His body was weak, but his mind wouldn't shut off. He tossed and turned, trying to figure out why he couldn't rest. He finally gave up and pushed his hair out of his face to see his phone.

The clock read 11:00 pm, meaning because of the time difference, it would be 2:00 am in New York. He heavily doubted that Jake was awake, but still texted him anyways.

"I miss you:(("

He wanted a few minutes, hoping that for some odd reason Jake would be up. While he was waiting, he decided to go through Jake's Instagram, needing to see his face again. He scrolled to the very bottom of his page, and made his way up. He cringed at some of the goofy photos and videos he posted. He loved how simple his Instagram page was compared to his. It was realistic and down to Earth.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he saw a notification pop up on his screen.

"Miss you too, u ok?"

"I just needed to talk to u."

Tom hated himself for missing Jake this much. They've done long distance before. Why is this time harder? Just as he was about to respond back to Jake's text, he realized that there was a bulging pain coming from his area. He lifted up the sheets and loudly groaned when he realized he had a raging boner. He decided just to ignore it, hoping that it would go away.

"What r u doing up anyways?"

"I was thirsty and had to use the bathroom."

"Do u want to call?"

"Ofc."

Tom sat straight up in the bed, waiting for Jake to call him. His name popped up onto the screen for the second time tonight and he didn't hesitate to answer.

"Hi baby." Jake said groggily.

"Hi." Tom said going through his hair. "How was your day?"

"Okay I guess. Unpacking my stuff was a bitch, but I did have time to do a little bit of shopping. So you might have a gift or two whenever we can see each other again."

Tom smiled, giving a small content laugh.

"How was your day?"

He sighed, debating on whether or not to share all the details of his horrendous shooting day. "It was, um, well it could've gone better."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jake asked.

"Not really."

"Is this about Alyssa?" He bluntly stated. "I'm sorry for dropping that on you at work, I should've-"

"It's not about her. Today was just... exhausting. I can't sleep, and I'm missing you like crazy."

"Is that why you wanted to call?"

"Yeah. I just needed to hear your voice."