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Fifteen | Chemistry

TOM

ON SCREEN chemistry is something that isn't learnt nor taught. Anya's character is supposed to be an ex-affiliate to Alexander's character in the movie. She initially tries to kill me by shooting at me in the middle of some Marrakech markets and I chase her.

A common practice during the audition phase is chemistry tests between two characters that have to I guess, look like they have chemistry. You can put two incredible Oscar winning actors in a scene together, but they can still struggle to make their connection believable.

Luckily for us, Anya and I must have hit it off during the quick few scenes we did together in Los Angeles a few weeks ago and here we are; starring in a fucking James Bond movie.

At the current moment, our director has called a wrap for today. The majority of us went to the small marquee tent to cool down and drink a shit tonne of water. Like I mentioned earlier, Morocco is really fucking hot; especially when James Bond is wearing a traditional djellaba and a headdress to blend into the crowds. Let me tell you now, long ass robes and material draped on your head is really sweaty for a pale British lad like me.

"I am definitely not envious of you man," I chuckled, sitting in a fold out camping chair next to my stunt double. He was in all the same layers I was wearing, yet he was running around way more.

"Try this my dude," he said passing me a little battery operated fan that he was using previously.

Anya, looking quite angelic and beautiful in a womens djellaba walked over to our little tent to grab a water bottle from the cooler and sighed lethargically.

"That was, horrendously humid and disgusting to do," she laughed, pulling at the sides of her costume frantically to circulate some fresh air into it.

"At least it's over now right? A nice short three hours of running around, jumping and leaping off buildings," I chuckled, elbowing my stunt double and thanking him for doing the heavy work.

I try to perform as many of my own stunts that I can, and that I'm actually legally allowed to. Union rules for actors are pretty strict unless you have professional training. Luckily for me, my gymnastics training comes in handy. I also did a few little stunt courses just to get me a certification to do them on set.

The scene we have just finished involved me trying to pick up some priceless artefact from a little market owner before Anya tried to shoot me from a near by window. Then I try to chase after her. Then she arrives at my house before I fly back to the United Kingdom and begs me to let her join me.

We have already filmed the quick house scene. We did that this morning when she first arrived. It's rare for multiple scene locations to be shot on the same day, but it was basically two sentences from her and me walking about ten steps, so we filmed it before coming here.

"Okay guys, the cars are ready for you. We are wrapping for the day. Nice job today," Y/N said peeking her head through the tent curtains and smiling at us all before darting back out.

"Thank you lovely," Anya called out as she left, looking at me smiling.

"What?" I asked cocking my head to the side.

"We fly back to London tonight at about midnight, anywhere we should go for our last hours in this country? Know any good bars?" She asked me cheerfully. She was quite dainty and gentle, smiling and looking at me innocently all the time. She really was just a sweetheart.

"Honestly? I just want to get food delivered to the house and swim and listen to music by the fire one last time. Seriously, if you want a short taste of our time in Marrakech in just one night, relax with us all in the most wicked house," I laughed.

"Perfect, I still need to figure out where I stand with everyone. I don't feel close with anyone yet, I only flew in last night after all," she shrugged.

"Stick with me and you'll be sweet," I grinned.

"I'm sure I will take you up on that offer Tom," she smiled back.

I can't tell if she's flirting with me.
Is she flirting with me?
Was that flirting?

I feel so blind to these types of things now since Zendaya and I broke up. I think I just blocked out anyones romantic advances or cheeky pick up lines to help me focus on getting her back; which never happened. Even at bars with the boys, I would just awkwardly laugh when a girl would obviously flirt with me. It's kind of sad really.

Anya-Taylor Joy is very talented. And very nice. And very attractive. And I think she might be into me. I showed Y/N some of our messages before she arrived in Marrakech and she thinks that Anya had some cheeky comments here and there.

"Guys, seriously. The cars are here to take you back to the house, like now. Come on," Y/N said once again poking her head around the tent wall.

When Y/N is in work mode, she kind of scares me. Not scares me, that's not the right word. She's just, very professional and I feel like she won't joke with me or fuck around. After work we get along really well though, I reckon we are already starting to become quite good friends.

And she offered to wingman me to get a rebound. Do you think she'll still be my wingman if it's with Anya? I mean, she's a colleague. Y/N seems pretty adamant about keeping her professional life away from her personal life.

Walking to the car I ran up to Y/N and slid into the backseat, despite it not being the car I was assigned. She looked at me quizzically, squinting at me as the driver started taking the two of us back to our rental house.

"I think Anya flirted with me face to face. What do I do now?" I laughed.

"Are you seriously asking me for advice on flirting with women? You're Tom fucking Holland... You dated one of the hottest girls in Hollywood," she scoffed.

I whined and threw my head back on the backseat.

"And that ended in a big fucking trash can of flames now didn't it? Just tell me what women like and how to not fuck it up," I groaned as she laughed at my stupid analogy.

"I can't be specific to how to pull Anya, I don't know what she likes. But I can give you advice on general red flags and things some girls like," she sighed, smiling and shaking her head at me.

"You're the best," I grinned.

"I know."