GyllenHolland - One Shots [On Hold]

Dear Diary

[ Wethan - Savage (feat. Flux Pavilion & MAX) ]

School started again and I got sick yesterday so that's why I couldn't really write until now. Sorry it took so long.

This was requested by unknowing__ ! Smut warning

Tom's POV:

"Dear diary," I whispered quietly to myself. I laid on the hotel bed after a tiring day. I stared at the empty pages of my diary and wondered what to write about. Today nothing much happened, except for filming the movie of course.

'I almost forgot a line today ...' I chuckled slightly at the thought of what happened. 'It's not my fault, it's Jake's! The scene went great and then I accidentally started staring at him. His eyes, to be precise. His fucking amazing eyes. It's his fault his eyes are that beautiful.' I looked up at the door to see if he hadn't walked in without me knowing. That'd be the most embarrassing thing.

I heard him in the kitchen. Lucky me. I bit on the top of the pen, looking at the paper.
'I always get so blushy every time I look at him or even think about Jake. I mean, he's hot. Everyone knows that. But I'm a guy and that's just ... weird.'

I rolled over, smiling again while thinking about Jake. I sat up and put the diary in my lap. 'He's just so handsome. And his smile is beautiful, just like his eyes. And his voice, holy shit, it just gives me chills.'

'Fuck,' I wrote. 'I'm hopelessly in love with Jake Gyllenhaal.'

Jake knocked on the door of the bedroom before opening it and I jumped off the bed in shock.
"Hey, dinner is ready," he smiled before frowning slightly at my stressed expression. I shut the diary as quick as I could and hid it behind my back.

"I-I'll be there in a sec," I nodded quickly as a bright blush spread over my cheeks. He didn't ask anything and just walked back. I let out a quiet sigh in relief and sat back down on the bed. That was close. I finished up and then carelessly threw the diary to my pillow.

When I walked out of the room a strong pasta smell washed over me. Jake came from the kitchen with a pan in his hands.
"I made what I could, I hope it's okay," he chuckled softly and walked back again. "Do you want a drink?"

I smiled again and sat down at the table. "Just some water is fine. And it smells delicious so I'm sure it's great." I took some pasta on my plate. Jake came back again soon after with two glasses of water. He handed me one and I started drinking immediately, without having any eye contact with him.

"Are you alright? You seemed shaken up when I called you for dinner," he asked as he served himself some food. I swallowed down the water, making sure not to choke while doing so.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just reading something, it's nothing." I hated lying to him. But on the other hand I couldn't tell him what I was actually doing. He'd absolutely hate me for feeling this way. And I wasn't ready for that so, no thanks.

Jake hummed in reply and started eating. I'm glad he didn't ask anything else. We both finished eating after ten minutes because neither of us was that hungry. I headed to the kitchen to refill my glass.

"Do you still have my hoodie?" Jake asked, cleaning everything up. "The one I gave you yesterday because it was raining?" I looked at him and blushed in embarrassment.