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○ 0.6 :: Dylan O'Brien ○

Dedicated to Raneem (Dark_Nightmares555) for being the only person to comment on where she's from. She's my new bae, and my Watty bff, just saying.

[[But seriously thank you for commenting and stuff because it's really encouraging ily xx]]

[[[ALSO @ellajane99 I know you commented a couple days ago, okay? I'm aware, it's just that all these dedications are done like 69 chapters in advance, so your dedication is coming okay chapter nine is already dedicated to you.]]]

[[[[ this applies to anybody else I've promised a dedication or if you've done dedication-worthy things like make me a cover/banner (*hint hint*). Also things like adding this to reading lists and commenting and stuff x ]]]]

Wow that was long. (For me, anyways)

You can read the chapter now.

(Dylan on the side/above/whatever bc #variety)

(Also if it says Ashton anywhere it means Archie bc I forgot Ashton was already in the story ((in Wet Wipes)) so I had to change it cos he's evil)

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"I can't believe you fought her," I groaned, dabbing harder with the cotton ball. It was kind of ironic how just hours before Frida was in the bathroom taking care of me, and now I was in there taking care of her.

"That fúcking cúnt deserved it!" Frida defended.

"Damn straight," Harry muttered from where he was, sitting on the toilet seat behind me.

They're protecting you, I remembered. What did he mean by that?

Frida flung her arm out in his direction. "Thank you, Harry! At least somebody here isn't stupid, you- arrghh!" She cut herself off with a scream as I pressed extra hard with the antiseptic, knowing for a fact that it would sting like a bítch. "Be careful with that!"

"Sorry," I smirked, meaning the exact opposite.

"Hey, guys," Niall sighed, walking in.

A goofy grin started to appear on Frida's face but then she winced and stopped, remembering that she had a big ass cut in it. I glanced at Niall in the mirror. "How'd it go?"

"Well, nobody's pressin' any charges, which is good," Niall started. "The waitress got fired, so that's pretty good, too." He stood next to Frida, leaning against the wall beside the sink. "I would advise you not to go there for a while, though."

"Hallelujah!"

I rolled my eyes. "I liked that place," I whined with a pout.

Friall scrunched their noses in sync. "Why?" They piped at the same time. It was kind of creepy, to be honest.

"It was nice!" I defended.

Frida snorted. "In what universe?"

Before I had a chance to respond, Niall plonked a greasy brown paper bag on Frida's lap. "That's your burger 'n' fries, by the way, Kat," he informed me.

"That's great, Niall. If only I was actually going to eat them," I said sarcastically, leaning back from Frida's face to get a big enough plaster. Immediately, the room filled with protests and yells of disagreement.

"Oh. My. God. That's it! That's it! I'm gonna go track that bítch down and fúck her up!" Frida announced, pushing herself off the sink.

"I'll come with you," Harry grumbled, tucking his phone into his back pocket as he raised himself off the lid of the toilet.