I opened my hotel room door and walked in. The room looked overshadowed, with Toms room being so bright, mine looked more like a prison than a normal room.

I opened the curtains, the bright line of light shining over the neatly folded, crystal white bed sheets. I pulled my phone from my pocket, rubbing my dry eyes free from sleep and dialling Josh's number.

It rang for a while and there was still no answer, so with defeat I placed my phone down on the bed before slamming back down into it, running my hands through my hair. I lay my frail arms down on the sheets, letting my body relax. I felt cold. After being next to someone so warm for so long, there becomes a difference when they're not by your side anymore.

My thoughts were emptied and pulled away by the sound of my phone ringing next to my head. It made me jump at first, picking up the phone and checking to see who it was. To a nice surprise, I saw Josh's goofy face light up my screen. I pressed answer immediately.

The line was dead for a moment, waiting for a movement of some sort

"Hello?"

"He finally fucking answers" I giggled, lying back down the bed, putting my phone on loud speaker and placing it on my stomach.

"Hey fuck you, I've been ringing you all week and you haven't answered!" He bit back, but I knew he was joking although it may be true. Although I missed him, I had been avoiding him.

"Well I'm here now, wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?" I asked, playing with my hair and a smile on my lips.

"Oh yeah, I bought plane tickets to come see you!"

My heart stopped.

"What?! Josh are being serious??"

"You sound mad?"

"I'm out of my fucking mind when do you leave?" I smiled, sitting up with a toothy grin on my lips. He rummaged around down the line before he answered.

"Uhh, I leave tomorrow so I better get packing"

"Alright, see you soon?"

"See you soon, Z". I smiled at the nickname he had given me all those years ago, back when we were kids. He couldn't pronounce my name properly, so we just told him to use the first letter of my name, or occasionally he would call me Daya.

"Bye" I smiled, biting my lip and pulling my phone from my ear with a petite smile on my lips. The door began to knock as I plugged my phone into the wall.

"Who is it?" I yelled from across the room. The door opened to reveal Laura.

"Where have you been?" She asked a little flustered. "I've been up and down knocking all night, Z?"

"I... Uh..."

"She was at my place" Jacob stalled, walking in behind Laura. She wasn't convinced.

"Why?"

"She needed a friend, gee Laura" Jacob sighed. I gave him a confused look with wide eyes as Laura shrugged.

"I came to see if you would come to set with me today" Jacob asked, sitting down at the chair next to the drawers and mirror.

"Yeah, sure" I smiled, shrugging and looking back at Laura. She still didn't seem convinced. I rolled my eyes with a sigh walking over to her and placing my hands on her shoulders.

"Would I lie to you?"

"Yes, Z, you would and it worries me" she pushed my arms off her. She looked more scared than she did angry. I sighed, walking away from her, back towards the bed.

"I'll leave you girls-"

"No it's fine I'm going anyway" Laura interrupted and left, shutting the door behind her.

"DUDE?! What the fuck!"

"'Thanks Jacob for saving me ass' oh, no problem Zendaya anything for a friend" he mocked.

"Okay okay, thank you. But, I wasn't with you last night, you lied to her"

"I know you weren't dumb ass, Laura wasn't the only one who was worried. You don't have to tell me where you were but please tell me you were safe" he got up. Having someone like Jacob be so concerned about little old me honestly felt special.

I bit my lip, looking down to my hands.

"Safest I could have been" I smiled. Tom hadn't told him? Wow... Maybe he was a true friend.

"Anyway, why do you need me on set with you?" I asked, slipping a large Navy blue jumper over my head and hugging myself, feeling a chill run down my spine. It was super cold in my hotel room.

"No reason" he smirked. I tilted my head, now myself not feeling too convinced.

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A couple hours had passed and I was now on set with Jacob. Neither of us had scenes to shoot today, as Jacob had done all of his in his own time and mine weren't being shot until next week.

"Soo, the real reason I brought you here was because Toms performing a really cool stunt, and he didn't want you to miss it" Jacob low-key whispered. I shrugged, brushing it off.

It was the elevator scene, where Tom would be pulled down around 6 feet then stopping at the bottom. Honestly, my stomach was turning for him.

I didn't get chance to speak to him before he was suited, harnessed and clipped up. They took the first shot, myself closing my eyes as Tom was pulled forward.

"And Cut!" The director yelled, Tom being slowly pulled back up and sitting back in the position.

"Come on" Jacob gestured me to follow him. We walked around the cameras and onto set where Tom was being un-clipped. Before we could reach him, Tom pulled off his mask and darted down the hallway, leaving me and Jacob confused.

"What's gotten into him?" Jacob asked. One of the set directors turned to face us.

"He's been like this all morning, but he keeps saying he's alright. Mate he's as pale as a ghost" he sighed, looking back to where Tom had ran to.

Soon he came back, looking a little shaken up and the dude was right, he was white as snow. His face looked cold and his eyes were bloodshot, his lips pursed and cracked.

"Tom?" I tried to get his attention but he seemed to dazed to even hear me. He was quickly pulled back and harnessed up again while me and Jacob watched closely.

"Z he looks like he's ready to pass out, maybe we should say something?" He asked, looking extremely worried. I didn't want to interfere, but I also didn't want to see my friend get hurt. I swallowed, nodding gently.

Jacob ran back to the producers while Tom shot the scene anyway. His stubbornness will be the death of him, I know it.

THIRD PERSON POV

Tom had been up almost all night. He hadn't slept a wink. He kept it quiet, making sure Zendaya didn't know.

After she left, he found himself heaving over the toilet basin for a good ten minutes, along with an outrageous headache before settling again. He didn't want others to worry, as he believed he didn't deserve their pitty, so he kept it quiet for the majority of the morning.

It wasn't until the first round of stunts that Tom started to feel worse. His head felt like it was spinning and his stomach was ready to come up into his throat. After ever take he was down in the restroom, hanging over the basin again.

Now, holding the wire tightly in front of him, he could feel himself drifting slightly. It was the feeling of being sleep deprived, a cold sweat running down his forehead. His hand felt like they couldn't grip, like he had lost every ability.

When reaching where Tom should be stopped when pulling the stunt, he would tug the wire gently, releasing an automatic pull so that he didn't tumble and hit the ground which was another five feet below him.

Everything was set, accept for Toms mind set. He could see Zendaya watching him closely and faintly he's this heart beat before it took over.

Zendaya watched and prayed that Jacob could stop this. She kept telling herself it would be alright, but just catching a small glimmer of Tom was sending shivers down her spine.

Tom was set, but he looked out of place. He felt out of place. His hands were shaking and it felt like he couldn't breath. As he was about to ask to stop, he was hoist forward. The pressure was a lot, sending him off balance. He lost his grip on the rope, the harness coming completely loose as he was sent plummeting twelve feet to the ground.