Holland's POV - Dolland.
"So considering you can't get up the stairs we put a ramp over them. You will need someone to help go up and down it though because I don't want you to face plant into the wall." Tyler H laughs.
"I don't want that to happen either." I smile, wiping the happy tears that fell from my face onto my sleeve.
"They better be good tears." Colton says, making Crystal slap his back. "Of course they are." She answered for me.
"Well that's good, let's have a better look around." Tyler P said while instructing Dylan to 'carefully' push me up the stairs.
I start to freak-out as I get strolled up the ramp considering I'm practically facing the roof.
"Careful!" I scream as Dylan pretends to let me go.
"Do not do that again or I will punch you in the throat." I turn around to glare at him, while he laughs.
"Thank god." I sigh in relief as we get off the steps and on the second floor.
"This is beautiful!" I scream, standing up and running towards the book cases.
"Holl-" "I can't believe this thank you guys so much!" I cut Colton off walking around the beautiful couches.
"But Holland-" "No, stop talking. Let me enjoy my moment." I giggle, looking at their shocked expressions.
"Holland.." Crystal whispers so quietly that I'm surprised I could even hear her.
"Yes?" I ask, wrinkling me eyebrows in confusion, wondering why everyone is staring at me with such shook expressions.
"You're standing up babe." Dylan finishes.
"W-what? Oh my god?!" My eyes widen as I realize what I have just done.
"I don't hurt at all? That's so weird I'm meant to have two broken ribs?" I yell in completely and utter confusion.
Everyone now starts laughing, making me bottle up with anger.
"What is wrong with you guys? I am standing up with broken ribs and you laugh? What if I hurt myself even more?" I cry, confusion still taking over my body.
"Holland, when you passed out the other day because of - well you know, Tim. Dylan gave you to Tyler so he could carry you down stairs while Dylan 'finished Tim off'. Tyler dropped you down the stairs. That's how you broke your ribs." Crystal explains, making me turn my head towards Tyler raising an eyebrow. He just looked down in shame.
"That still doesn't explain why I'm standing up." I state, crossing my arms over.
"Well when you were in surgery, they gave you this tablet to make you sleep and they replaced the broken ribs with metal ones because they were not going to heal." Colton explains.
"You're also still a little bit in pain because your body isn't used to them. You'll need some time to adjust." Dylan smiles at me.
"This is the best day ever!" I scream in happiness and jump, but quickly stop as my ribs continue to pound.
"Where is my bedroom?" I ask while twirling around to face the long halls with many, many doors.
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FAKE GIRLFRIEND • DYLAN O'BRIEN
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