FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN

(7) Paparazzi - EDITING

Hollands POV - Paparazzi.

It is so amazing waking up to have Dylan's comforting company. He makes me feel like I'm not alone anymore, that I can be myself again.

But then I see the drool dripping out of his wide open and get a little disgusted as it's all over my leg.

"Dylan!" I laugh, lightly slapping his head and sitting up straight. "What?" He groans while wiping his mouth and cringing at the sight of dribble on my leg.

"You have literally drooled all over my legs." I gasp, he quickly rolls his sleeves down his arm and wipes off the wet substance.

"Better?"

"Better." I laugh at the The Fault In Our Stars reference and lay my head on his shoulder, huffing out in stress.

"Do you hear that?" Dylan asks looking out the window. I focus on listening, then start to hear clicking noises and whispers coming from outside the window.

"What is that?" I ask, getting scared and standing up.

"It's the paparazzi." Dylan whispers and stands up, putting both hands on my arms and pulling me on the ground with him.

We start commando-crawling towards the window and peek outside. Sure enough, there was at least 20 people standing out there with cameras and even microphones.

"There they are!" "Are you guys dating?" "I heard you guys are getting married!" "When's the baby due?" "Who is this Tim?" "Did your mum kill herself or did you kill her?"

All these questions were being thrown at me like a ton of bricks. I hide the tears and shut the curtains, doing the same with all the others. I hate people.

"Hey don't listen to them." Dylan puts a hand on my cheek and wipes away the warm tears. I'm sick of crying, showing my weakness. It makes me feel disgusted in myself.

"I'm sorry." I whisper as Dylan leans his head on mine and looks directly into me eyes.

"What are you sorry for Holland?" He asks, twirling his fingers around my curled hair and taking his eyes from mine towards my lips.

"I'm sorry for putting you through this, all those paparazzi wouldn't be here putting stress on you if I hadn't accepted that offer." I sniff.

"Listen here, if you never had accepted it, I would never have met you. That would be the worst thing that could ever happen." I got annoyed with the space keeping our lips apart and kiss him. He responds back almost immediately.

"Wait wait, this is wrong." I sigh and pull away, the tears brimming again. "What do you mean?" He asks with concern.

"Like Adam said, eventually we will have to break up. As much as I want to be with you, we will have to break apart. I am not cut out for that Dylan."

"Holland. You are the most beautiful, loving and caring person I have ever met. I don't know what I'll ever do without you." Dylan puts his lips on mine once again.

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"Wake up sleepy head, time to go to work!" Crystal pulls the warm covers off of my body and laughs at my horrific state. Im just in some undies and Dylan's T-shirt he left here the here other day.

"We should wake you up more often." Dylan smirks at me, yet his eyes still fixed on mine and not my body.

"What happened?" I question and look around my room confused, not remembering how I even got into my bed.

"We both fell asleep on the couch so I took you to bed when I woke up." My eyes widen in confusion. "What year is it?" I laugh.

~ Dylan's POV ~

"What's wrong?" I ask Holland while watching her beautiful hazel eyes opening as she awakens from her staring out the window.

"I swear we woke up last night together and there was paparazzi.. Never mind." After her sentence I raise my eyebrows as I realise I had a dream sounding jut like that.

"Okay lovers, let's get to the studio." We wait for Holland to get ready and head off.

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~Holland's POV~

I got my first pay-check today and I am now finally able to pay the bills and still have enough money left over. A lot of money left over.

Maybe I should save up and get a new house, that would be absolutely lovely. I need that so much.

"Hey Holly?" I look up from the script as Dylan takes my hand and leads me away from the others.

"Did you have a dream?" He asks me with all complete seriousness, making me laugh - but stop realising he was being serious.

"I always have dreams. Did you know it's scientifically proven that everyone has seven dreams a night but they just don't remember-" "No." He interrupts.

"What was you're dream last night?"

"It was about us actually." Then I tell him about my dream while Dylan stands there next to his dressing room in absolute shock.

"What wrong Dylan?" I ask with a confused expression.

"N-nothing."

"You only stutter when you're nervous." I press further, not letting him get away with asking me something and not finishing his point.

"I-I had the same dream."

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Yes, I am aware that this chapter is short. It's been a while since I uploaded and I wanted to publish this as quick as possible.

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