An O'Broden Story

Chapter 6 - "No regrets"

Everything written like this is flashbacks.
{Everything written like this is text messages.}

Hollands POV

I wake up with a headache that feels like a brick was thrown at my skull. I sit up in my cold messy bed and take a look in the room, I squint my eyes as the sun hits me in the face, peaking from between my white curtains. I never should have shugged that drink last night.

I suddenly get a gush feeling in my stomach as I remember what happened yesterday. Sadly, I'm not one of those people who gets a blackout and forgets everything I did after a night out. I always remember everything. And... I kissed Dylan. Dylan kissed me.

Well, It's what happened after the kiss that makes me want to never drink again. Especially around Dylan. The kiss got really hot and touchy at one point and I somehow freaked out of the blue.

I ran out of the room like an idiot and locked myself in the bathroom... and then I fucking puked. Really great timing, Holland. I hide my face in my hands and make a loud grunt noise. Why?

...

I sit beside the toilet and feel my stomach wanting to go for another round. Ugh, I don't want to. I hate this. I hate puking. It's the worst feeling in the world. And my head wasn't doing me any better either, the room was spinning. I suddenly hear a knocking sound.

"Holland? Are you okay!?" It was Dylan on the other side of the door. Oh my god, I just ran in the middle of us kissing. I feel the sour drink  coming up my throat again and I throw myself over the toilet and puke for the third time.

"Ohh... that doesn't sound good. Do you need help?" he says. I don't want him to see me like this. I sit back down with my back against the bathroom wall and close my eyes. It takes me a minute before I answer him.

"No.. uh. It's fine. I think I'm just gonna go to bed. I'm not feeling very well." I could feel my tears wanting to surface as I say this.

I didn't want him to go, but I also didn't want him to see me like this. This is a disaster. I finally had him... and then this happened. I let the tears fall quietly down my face, I couldn't hold them back.

"Alright, uhm... I'm gonna get my security to pick me up. Feel better." he sounded disappointed. I don't blame him. I heard his footsteps walking upstairs and I let a sob out.

...

I stare at my phone which is showing a selfie we took yesterday. We realised we never took a selfie together, so we took one. This was early in the night.

I open up my text messages and find Dylans name. I stare at the blank message box, wanting to write something to him. I couldn't get myself to do it. Fievel jumps up in the bed, making me jump.

"Fievel! You scared me" I smile a little and pets her as she lies down besides me.

Dylans POV

I sit outside my trailer in a camping chair and have my eyes closed, enjoying the sun hitting my face. I have to go to set in an hour, I just had to finish my coffee first and Tyler was coming by to hang out at the set today. Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling too bad after a night drinking.

I had to sleep in my trailer, because I couldn't exactly go back to the apartment where Britt was. I promised her that she could have the apartment and that I would find myself a new place.

"Hey man!" My thoughts was interrupted by Tylers voice and I open my eyes.

I could see his silhouette in the sunlight. I use my hands to cover the sun and have a better look at him.

"Hey bro" I get up my chair and give him a good hug.

"Nice too see you, man. How you've been?" He says and sits down one the steps that go into the trailer. I sit back down on my chair.

"Yeah, I've been okay. Not the best, but I'm better now." I take a sip of my coffee.

"Your drinking coffee mate... usually you do that when you've been out drinking." He says and looks at me like I'm guilty of something. I look back at him.

"Well.. I have." I say. He stares at me and narrows his eyebrows. Probably waiting for me to somehow explain.

"And you didn't invite me?" He laughs finally and bumps his fist in my shoulder.

"I was at Hollands." I say and look down in my coffee cup. I could feel him glaring at me, wanting me to explain yet again.

"You're being really weird right now. You were with... Holland? And who else?" He asked. I kept looking down in my coffee cup.

"It was just the two of us." I look back up at him to see his reaction. His face is blank and I could feel myself blushing, even though I haven't told him anything good yet.

I know that he knows. Me hanging out - drinking - with Holland alone is not really normal. A minute goes by with him looking at me, blank.

"Tell me everything." He says and I know that he already could tell that there was more to the story.

"We kind of... kissed." I say and squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for him to yell something.

"WHAT!?" he shouted, like I predicted. "What do you mean you kissed?" I open my eyes and he was suddenly leaning towards me, etching to know more of the story.

"We got drunk and then we kissed." I repeat myself. "And then she ran..." I raise my eyebrows as I just remembered that part.

"Wait.. okay. So, where is this coming from. I don't understand. And... what, she ran?" He looked really confused. And honestly, I was just as confused as him. I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I pick it up.

"Oh shit. It's Holland." I feel my heart beating like crazy. I was glad she texted me, but afraid of what it might say.

"Well, open it!" He made a hand movement towards my phone and I open the text message.

{Dylan. I hope you're feeling better than me this morning. Last night was fun, well as much as I can remember from it. I can't remember anything after that drink I shugged, haha. Hope I didn't do anything stupid. Good luck on set today. Xoxo Holls.}

I could feel my stomach knotting and I suddenly felt sick. I put my phone down in my pocket. She doesn't remember we kissed.

"So what does it say?" I almost forgot Tyler was sitting right beside me for a second.

"Uh, she just wished me good luck today" I say blunt, looking down in my coffee which is getting colder by the minute.

"Oh. Okay... so, I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. Do you regret it?" He looks at me and I could tell he was kind of happy about all of this. Just like he was happy when Stydia happened.

"Nah, man.. no regrets." I say and pour my coffee out of the cup on the ground.

To be continued....
So, Holland lied about remembering the kiss.. 😱