Stydia & O'Broden One Shots

Unbroken Promise.

Holland's pov

I'm moving in a week. I just found out a few minutes ago. When my mom told me, I stormed up to my room and shut myself in. How am I going to tell Dylan?! I began panicking with the thoughts of him hating me for moving. What if he finds a new best friend?! What if he will never want to talk to me after I leave?! I take deep breaths to calm myself down, pulling myself up to my feet and walk over to my window to see if Dylan is home. I open my window, crawl onto the ledge, and hop onto the small area where our roof's connect. Sure enough the window is unlocked.

He was down stairs, so I walked down the stairs to find him. "Hey, Holland does your mom know you're here?" Mr. O'Brien asked.

"No," I replied, "and if it's okay I would like to keep it that way."

He gave me a soft smile, "Okay, I understand. Dylan is in the kitchen." I thanked him and went on my way.

"Heya Dyl.." He slightly jumped in surprise of me being here.

"Hey Hol, did you come in through the door this time?"

I let out a soft giggle, "Nope." I hopped onto the counter. "I actually have to tell you something..."

He looked at me confused with a lopsided grin on his face. He slowly walked over to me, his expression turning into worry as he studied my face. "Hol, what is it? Is everything okay?" I slid off the counter and led him to his room.

I quietly shut the door, "Um, so my mom just told me that we were moving." I laid down on the end of his bed, playing with a red string of yarn. He sat down criss-cross in front of me, stopping my thumbs from their repeated motions.

"It's no big deal if you move houses. You'll still be here, we just won't be able to sneak over through the window anymore." He let out a soft laugh.

"But that's the thing. I'm not just moving houses, Dylan. I'm moving to the next town. That's three hours away." His smile faded and his eyes became cloudy.

"H-how long until you leave?" I could see how upset this made him, I hated seeing him this way.

"About, uh, about a week." A tear slipped down my face, but I quickly swiped it away. He blankly stared at the sheet of the bed. The last time I saw him this distraught was at his mom's funeral.

After a few minutes of silence, I finally spoke up, "Do you hate me for leaving?" He looked up at me with watery eyes.

"Of course not. I'm upset that my best friend is moving three hours away."

I let out a soft sigh, "Yeah... I don't know what I'll do. I mean I will have to meet new people, go to a new school, new neighborhood."

Dylan looked up at me, "You won't make a new best friend right?" He asked, eyes full of worry.

I softly laughed, "How could I find another dorky, awkward best friend like you?" I asked in a playful tone, trying to lighten the mood.

He rolled his eyes and hit me gently on the shoulder, "Shut up, you love me."

I sat up and leaned against the wall, "What am I going to do? You're always there to figure things out with me, what will I do when you're not there?" A wave of reality hit me, and when I say hit me I mean hard. Tears slowly made their way down my face. Dylan moved to my side and I laid my head on his shoulder.

He picked up my hand and began tracing circles into the palm of it, "We will figure something out. We always do, we can text and Skype and- and..." He sighed, leaning his head onto mine.

"We have seven days. In those seven days we will go and do all of our favorite things, go to all of our hiding places, and relive some of our memories, yeah?" I shook my head in agreement. My eyes drifted to the window, it was getting pretty dark out.