DARLING • DYLAN O'BRIEN

042 FROY'S VISIT 1

"It's too early for that, turn it off," Froy yelled. Meghan and I sent him incredulous looks.

"It's never too early for Christmas music you Grinch," Meghan threw a pillow in his direction which he successfully caught with one arm.

"It is when Christmas is in like five months," he threw the pillow back and smacking Meghan on her head. Before she could lunge at him and cause any physical damage with her fake nails, I grabbed her and forced her to take a seat.

"It's less than five months, it's like three," I grabbed the remote of the speakers and turned down the volume to a reasonable level. We were currently lounging around Meghan's house with no plans for the day since we had just picked up Froy from the airport.

"How are you and Dylan? I saw the video," Froy asked. After our New York trip, word got around about mine and Dylan's kiss at the airport and to top it off, a video had been recorded and is currently circling around the internet for about a week now.

In the corner of my eye, I saw Meghan cringe in her seat which was noticed by Froy who now looked concerned.

"Fill me in, I'm barely on social media with all the traveling I've done," it was probably better that way, I thought. Froy leaned forward in his seat.

"It's been a little hectic, I guess you could say, his fans are definitely not happy," I admitted slightly embarrassed.

"Are you getting hate?" He questioned gently, I felt like crying. It was definitely not a topic I felt comfortable sharing around, but I could trust Froy and Meghan already knew everything there was to know about the situation.

I nodded my head and a disappointed look passed across Froy's features.

"That's terrible," he shook his head and leaned back onto the couch, "have you talked about it with him?"

That was another thing, all of Dylan and I's conversation consisted of me trying to get a hold of him and him making up excuses as to why he was too busy to talk. It worsened the situation and it hurt. A lot.

I informed Froy of what was currently happening, and he looked angry.

"That doesn't sound like Dylan, he's being a coward."

"That's what I said," Meghan joined in, both now extremely angry. I wanted to let them know that I was fine and that I would just ignore what is being said. But I knew they wouldn't listen.

"I'm going to talk to him, he can't treat you like this." Froy brought out his phone from his pocket and I lunged at him.

"No! You can't. Please." I begged, and held on to his phone.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because, I don't know," I shook my head, "I don't want him getting angry that I've gotten his friends involved in this too."

"Bailey, relax. I won't say anything bad." He snatched his phone back.

"Froy, please," I begged even though I knew it would be left ignored.

"I'm just going to ask him how things are going and tell him that I've seen what's going on online," he tapped away on his phone.

I sent Meghan a pleading look and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe it's for the best, that way we can see how he is with other people," Meghan reasoned. I nodded my head still quite unsure of whether he was doing the right thing or worsening it.

"Alright, I sent it." Froy dropped his phone on the couch.

"Has he seen it?" I looked over a little too eagerly.

"I just sent it, c'mon let's not wait around I want to do something fun." He jumped up and dragged Meghan and me into Meghan's car. He insisted we drive somewhere, anywhere, that allowed me to forget everything that was currently happening. Which to be quite honest did not sound like a terrible idea after all.