FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN

(11) Storm - EDITING

Holland's POV - Storm.

I wake up to the sound of a loud smash with the occasional burst of lightning. You could hear the others screaming in horror and fright - still shaken up by the movie we watched last night.

"What's happening?!" I scream at a still sleeping Dylan, looking at the time with loss of words. It's only 4:00am

"Dylan!" I whisper/yell once again, shaking his bare arm. "Mhmm." He mumbles, grabbing my waist and pulling me back down with him.

"Dylan something just smashed." His eyes widen and he jumps on top of my body as if he's protecting me.

"Stay in here, I'll go look around the house." He instructs after kissing my forehead. I don't listen and stand up next to him, wrapping my arm around his.

"If there's anyone here I'll hit them." He grabs a baseball bat with his other hand and opens the bedroom door.

After searching the house for over 20 minutes, we've come to find a fully grown tree that has fallen into the lounge room.

"Oh my god! How are you going to fix that, how are you going to pay for that-" "Babe I could pay for that with just the snap of my fingers." He smirks, making me roll my eyes.

"Is everything okay?! What happened?" Colton runs into the room with everyone else behind him.

"I'll call my friend's friend. He'll know how to fix this." Tyler H walks out of the room holding his phone to his ear.

"What do we do in the meantime?" Crystal asks, shivering as the cold wind bursts through the lounge room.

"I don't know, but the powers out and everything." Tyler P states with his hands pulled up into his messy hair.

"Really? I didn't know that! I thought that a tree smashing through the house would mean the wifi will work even better." Colton says sarcastically while rolling his eyes at Tyler, taking a seat on the only couch not covered in glass.

"Do you want me to get some blankets?" I ask Dylan. He nods and points me into the direction of the cupboard filled with blankets/towels etc.

Ten minutes later everyone is snuggled up in blankets on the couches waiting for Tyler's friends to get here.

This is going to be a long day.

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"That was fun." Dylan sighs as we walk into the door of my house. It's so small compared to his, I feel embarrassed.

"You can stay here for as long as you want." I smile, hiding the fact that I'm secretly pulling up clothes off the floor with my foot and throwing them behind the couch.

"Thank you so much Holland - you've been a really good help." He opens his arms and I instantly wrap myself around him.

"We can't do anything, my power has been cut off, ironically." I say as I let go of him and walk into the kitchen to make myself a glass of water.

"So we can't have toasted sandwiches?" He pouts making me laugh. "Sadly not. But we can have some of the leftover cookies." Dylan laughs and takes a chocolate chip cookie, taking a large bite out of it and moaning in delight.

"I haven't eaten all day."

"Me neither." He grabs the plate and leads me up to my bedroom, sitting on the double bed with a loud squeak.

"That wasn't me I swear, it was the bed." He puts his arms up in defence.

"No I'm pretty sure that was you." I smirk, hiding back my laugh to sound more serious.

Dylan jumps up and down on the bed to convince me it was the bed, but it didn't make any more noises.

"It wants you to think I farted, it's evil!" He screams and throws some cookies at the bed in annoyance.

"Um excuse you those biscuits were not easy to make." I pout and pick them back up.

"Yeah because you were too busy checking me out." He pokes his tongue out at me.

"That's it!" I jump onto him and put my hands under his armpits, tickling every inch of his body. Making him giggle. Giggle.

"Oh no." He whispers as he realised I figured out he is ticklish. For the next hour we laid in bed and didn't even say a word. It isn't awkward, it is a nice silence.

"Dylan?" I ask, breaking the peacefulness and turning sideways to face him. He does the same.

"Yes?"

"If you don't mind me asking - what happened to your mother?" I ask, hopefully not hurting him.

"Uh well-" "You don't have to tell me, I was just curious." I reassure.

"No, I think it's about time you know." I nod for him to go on.

"So when I was little she used to, hurt me. No, she wasn't drunk. I was in a car crash when I was 12. My sister and I were going to a concert and this truck went through a red light. Julia - my sister died on impact. My mum said if I hadn't of got tickets to the concert she wouldn't have died and ever since then she had blamed and bashed me for my sisters death." Dylan looks down. As if ashamed.

"Hey Dylan, I'm so sorry for bringing this up. I thought your dad and her split up or something. If you ever need anyone I'm here okay?" We intertwine our fingers while Dylan holds back tears.

He probably wouldn't admit it but I can see him swallowing the lumps forming in his throat.

I reach out and pull his head into my shoulder and right away there is quiet sobs leaving his mouth.

"Shh it's okay Dylan." I keep whispering, feeling worse and worse by the second.

"I'm sorry." He sniffles and lifts his head away.

"Let's get to sleep." I smile warmly at him and wrap my arms around his chest as we drift of into a slumber.

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Omg sorry I haven't updated in forever! I've been busy with school and I've just started dancing yesterday and ugh.

I hope you've all had a good day/week.

I will be updating next week on maybe Tuesday so yeah :)

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-Phoebe xx