! Warning, there will be little bit of violence at the end of this chapter, so if you do not like those type of things you can skip that part !
Holland's POV - Clubbing.
I slowly open my eyes waking up from my sleep, and stare down at Dylan in sympathy. He absolutely does not deserve any harm to himself or someone he loves.
He is the most caring, kind hearted person I have ever met. He just shouldn't have to live like this.
Yes, on camera he is the happy, bubbly self he means to be. But inside his heart is just as broken as mine.
"Good morning." He whispers with his naturally purple eyelids still completely closed, as if he's not ready to be awaken to the work just yet.
"Have a good sleep?" I ask him as he wraps his large arms around my waist.
"The best." He smiles and kisses my temple.
A text coming from my phone interrupts our little enjoyable moment. I huff out some air and reach out for it.
From; Adam.
Make sure to tell Dylan that there is a club at 8:00 tonight. I'll text details later.
"Who was it?" Dylan groans and sits up in my bed.
"Adam, there is a club on later tonight and he wants us to be there." I say. Dylan face plants into the pillow a groans.
"What's wrong?" I laugh, stroking the back of his hair to his neck.
"Clubs have a lot of creepy people."
"So? I won't let anyone near you." I state, sitting up taller to make myself look more stronger than I actually am.
"I don't care about me, I care about you. I know you can protect yourself but they can still look at you and I don't want anyone but me looking at you." I blush flop down next to him.
"Don't worry I won't let anyone - but you - look at me." I giggle, completely loving my life at this very moment.
"But Crystal is probably gonna dress you." He sighs with a dramatic eye roll. "So?" I asked confused.
"She will put you into something showing a lot of skin and-" "Dylan, shut up." I laugh and slap his head lightly.
"How about we go out for breakfast then see how my house is going?" I agree and stand up to get dressed.
I choose a white sweater with a black and white flowered skirt. This would be okay for a party. I think to myself.
While brushing my teeth, Dylan walks into the bathroom and chuckles at the toothpaste all over my face.
I laugh and quickly wipe it away with the towel closest to me, which happened to be my towel I used a couple of nights ago.
"I don't have anything to wear." He says while tilting his head.
"Oh um, there is a shirt you left here the other day and I have a spare toothbrush you can use." I say. Dylan thanks me and rips his shirt off, pulling on the black one he left here.
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